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3,336: Bierpinsel

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In the Steglitz district of Berlin, there’s this wonderful building. It was designed by Ralf Schüler and Ursulina Schüler-Witte (who also designed the excellent ICC that I wrote about recently), built in the early Seventies, and was originally a restaurant and nightclub. It’s been closed for over a decade. In 2010, it was painted by graffiti artists. And yep, it’s cool as heck. Some poor quality photos from my crappy phone below. The Internet is full of better pics of the Bierpinsel should you feel like googlin’.









The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Carolina by Harry Styles. I’ve listened to the album quite a bit now. I like 1D anyway, and the Sign of the Times single was ace. The album is pretty good. If you heard it in a cafe or bar and didn’t know who it was you’d be interested to know who it’s by. It’s a 7 out of 10, I reckon. And there’s enough good stuff there to think that maybe he will end up having quite a long and fruitful career. Good for him, cos he comes across as an exceptionally nice young man in interviews.

On this day
It’s Grim Up North, 24 May 2013

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Love and Dancing

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May 24th, 2017 at 1:33 am

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3,333: Three

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Three is, as we are all more than aware, the magic number.
Yes it is. It’s the magic number.

First interesting thing about the number 3 is that the version you sometimes see with a flat top bit was developed to stop people changing it to an 8. Source.

Obviously, there’s the Holy Trinity: the Taylor, the Charli, and the Carly Rae.

It’s been retired six times in Major League Baseball: Babe Ruth (Yankees), Earl Averill (Cleveland’s baseball team), Bill Terry (Giants), Harmon Killebrew (Twins), Dale Murphy (Braves), Harold Baines (White Sox).

And Fun Boy Three. A fantastic short-lived group formed by three members of the Specials. I really liked them when I was a kid. I was eleven or twelve years old. They still sound ace, though. I can distinctly remember the feeling of joy I had when, after “It Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)” was by Fun Fun Three with Bananarama, there was “Really Saying Something” by Bananarama with Fun Boy Three. That made me happy. And even though we’d already had Motörhead and Girlschool doing a record together, but the idea that two complete bands could do a record together was mind-blowing to me.

All of their excellent singles:
The Lunatics (Have Taken Over the Asylum)
It Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)
Really Saying Something
The Telephone Always Rings
Summertimes
The More I See (The Less I Believe)
The Tunnel of Love
Our Lips Are Sealed

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Shy Boy by Bananarama (entirely a coincidence, by the way, but a nice one).

On this day
Ballpark in the forest, 23 May 2011

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Martin Rushent

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May 23rd, 2017 at 2:10 am

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3,329: There’s a band playing on the radio

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There’s a radio in the bathroom. And there’s a bathtub in the bathroom. Those two things make for an enjoyable combo. I, as disc jockeys often tell you to do, keep it locked on one station: Berliner Rundfunk 91.4 It’s an oldies station. Back in the day, their slogan was something like “the best of sixties, seventies, eighties, and all time.” You would hope so, really. I mean, that’s what oldies stations do, innit? Apart from Craig Robinson FM which will play the most average songs of the sixties, seventies, eighties, and all time. It’s 10.34am, and this is “Living in a Box” by Living in in a Box.

Aside from the fact that they seem to play Cat Stevens every time I’m in the tub, it’s a joy-filled time for me. There’s pretty much always something I can sing along with. There are, of course, times when I wanna listen to something different, like E2-E4 for example, which I listen to in the bath at least once a month, I’d say.

But, yep, Berliner Rundfunk is the business. Oh Yeah, (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life, You Make Me Feel Brand New, Young Turks, Live is Life, Dreadlock Holiday, Forever in Blue Jeans, Mississippi, Sweet Home Alabama, Red Red Wine, . I could go on, naturally.

And once I’m done lying around doing nothing in the tub, time to sit up, clean my bits, then I’m right next to where the shower head holder thing is on the wall. It’s time for singing into the fisheye lens effect of the shiny metal. That can last quite a while, I’ll tell you that for nothing. Shrivelled skin on my finger tips, but heartily singing along – totally nude! – to Sloop John B.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Live While We’re Young by One Direction

On this day
Something for the weekend, 19 May 2006

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Andrew Weatherall

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May 19th, 2017 at 2:38 am

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3,313: Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now

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Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship was number one in the UK thirty years ago.

This was written by pumper-outer-of-hit-songs Diane Warren and dad-of-him-out-of-the-Strokes Albert Hammond. That’s a little unfair, as Daddy Hammond had his fair share of success. Looking at that Wikipedia page, I noticed that Albert Hammond, Jr. from the Strokes is the son of someone – this song’s Albert Hammond – already with a “Jr.” at the end of his name. Are there not rules about such things? Can a Jr. be the son of a Jr.? Shouldn’t Strokes boy be Albert Hammond III?

Anyway, this Starship song is quite nice, innit? It’s easy to be transported back to that time just watching the video. My feeling is I probably wouldn’t have admitted to liking this song back then. This was a time when my brain was, stupidly, starting to shun pop music a bit. I was into Simple Minds and U2 and Bruce Springsteen, so, y’know. There was a couple of years there when things got fairly boring. All that rocky stuff infecting my brain. Thankfully it wasn’t too long before Kylie came along and reminded me that pop music will always be number one.

The main thing that comes back, though, when I watch this video is how there was quite a few years there where music videos were barely more than adverts for movies.

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago:
18/1/2017: Jack Your Body
1/2/2017: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)
15/2/2017: Stand By Me
8/3/2017: Everything I Own
22/3/2017: Respectable
29/3/2017: Let It Be
19/4/2017: La Isla Bonita

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Jump (For Your Love) by the Pointer Sisters

On this day
Cafetière, 3 May 2009. I can close my eyes and still feel the pain in my feet.

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Coyote

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May 3rd, 2017 at 1:55 am

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3,298: Prince

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A Minipop of Prince for every year of his career, 1978 to 2016.

You can see it a bit bigger here.

For those of you keeping track, these are Minipops Nos. 1,264 to 1,302.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Big Brother UK TV Theme by Elementfour

On this day
Sine

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21.04.16, 21 April 2016

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April 21st, 2017 at 2:23 am

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3,294: La Isla Bonita

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La Isla Bonita by Madonna was number one in the UK thirty years ago.

I assume that when Madonna was talking about a beautiful island, she wasn’t talking about the UK. Probably somewhere a bit warmer. According to Wikipedia, the instrumental of this song was offered to Michael Jackson first. Madonna ended up with it, and give it some lyrics and a melody. It also says that the San Pedro mentioned in the song is the San Pedro in Belize. Cool. I like Belize. Never been to San Pedro, though.

Not anywhere close to my top ten of favourite Madonna songs, but good enough, and way better than the awful version of Let It Be that it replaced at the top of the charts.

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago:
18/01/2017: Jack Your Body
01/02/2017: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)
15/02/2017: Stand By Me
08/03/2017: Everything I Own
22/03/2017: Respectable
29/03/2017: Let It Be

A wee bit of artwork
Back in 2013, I did some drawings of little pixelly diamond-y fellas, all the home kits in English football, the Scottish Premier League, and Liga MX in Mexico. Finally got around to doing another one, this season’s 1. Bundesliga teams.

Other business
For obvious reasons, and just out of interest, I filled in this thingy, to see how in line with Labour I am.

The answer was, unsurprisingly: very.

A little bit annoyed that I’m 40% Conservative, though. That’s kinda gross.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Wow and Flutter by Stereolab.

On this day
Eyes, 19 April 2005

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Semi-major and semi-minor axes

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April 19th, 2017 at 3:22 am

3,280: Yacht Rock

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I’ve not watched Yacht Rock for quite some time. Still great, though. Such a wonderful idea and execution. It’s nearly twelve years old now.

All the episodes are here.

Rolling Stone article from 2015 about it here.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Amazing Day by Coldplay who are seemingly the default noise in my brain.

On this day
Pink Floid, 4 April 2008

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Tidal locking

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April 4th, 2017 at 3:44 am

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3,274: Let It Be

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Let it Be by Ferry Aid was number one in the UK thirty years ago. Usually when I do these things, I link to the video on YouTube, but this recording is fucking awful. If you’ve never heard it, you don’t need to. If you heard it at the time, you don’t need to hear it again.

It was a charity record. One of those post-Band Aid ensemble jobs. This one was for a charity set up after the Zeebrugge ferry disaster, where 193 people died. And it was organised by a hateful newspaper that cares so much about tragedies, that two years later they’d be lying to their readers about football fans picking the pockets of the dead, urinating and beating up policeman. None of which is true. They are scum. They always will be.

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago:
18/01/2017: Jack Your Body
01/02/2017: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)
15/02/2017: Stand By Me
08/03/2017: Everything I Own
22/03/2017: Respectable

Other business
This is my flag. Not that awful red white and blue piece of shit that looks like it was drawn by a kid in GCSE technical drawing lessons.

Shame on you for voting to leave the EU. Shame on you. I will never not hate you for what you have done.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Fix You by Coldplay

On this day
Mini Mundo and into Uruguay, 29 March 2008

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Dutch Golden Age painting

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March 28th, 2017 at 11:45 pm

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3,267: Respectable

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Respectable by Mel and Kim was number one in the UK thirty years ago. What a great song. They had that proper pop star essence, too, didn’t they?

I’ve always thought (and when I say always, I actually mean it, cos I’ve been saying this to anyone who’ll listen for nearly 30 years now), that if you change the instrumentation of Stock Aitken Waterman records to sound more like Motown or Red Bird recordings, people would adore them, and they’d get the respect they deserve. (Although, looking at Mike Stock’s Twitter these days, he seems fairly right wing, so respect only goes so far with him.)

This is definitely one of the highlights of SAW’s output. This, You Spin Me Round (Like a Record), Never Gonna Give You Up, and obvs a whole load of Kylie songs.

But, here I am, falling into the male rockist trap of praising the producer over the artist. Pop stars have producers. Rock stars work with kindred spirits. Pop star producers “do everything,” rock music producers enhance. The Stone’s albums with Jimmy Miller get rightly praised, but we don’t really take anything away from the band in that praise, and I feel we do when talking about pop music (clearly, I’m not comparing the output of the Stones and Mel & Kim, cos that wouldn’t be fair).

It’s the same with they don’t play their instruments or they don’t write the songs. Who cares? Really? I don’t need Lionel Messi to manufacture footballs or mow the pitch to enjoy his skillz.

But yes, Respectable. Brilliant record. Showing Out was ace, too.

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago:
18/01/2017: Jack Your Body
01/02/2017: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)
15/02/2017: Stand By Me
08/03/2017: Everything I Own

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Manchild by Neneh Cherry

On this day
Balls, 22 March 2007

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India ink

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March 22nd, 2017 at 2:18 am

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3,261: Oooh I like that 2

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Last March, I made a Spotify playlist of things I liked at the time. In my head, I’d do it once a month or every couple of months. Those of you who appreciate the unforgiving nature of the human calendar will notice that last March is pretty much a year ago. But, that was pre my new blogging vibez. Let’s see, huh? A monthly mix would be good for me, too. Anyway, yep, like last year’s playlist, it’s mostly what would be called pop music. Barely a guitar in sight. Most of it is new-ish stuff, and it wasn’t a concious choice, but nearly every song has a female singer. That’s been something I’ve noticed in my listening habits over the past couple of years: more and more female voices. Less men whining about girls not liking them and stuff blah de blah guitar solo. Anyway, here you go. There’s some really good stuff here, I think.

A wee bit of artwork
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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Upper East Siders by Actrese. It’s on the Spotters playlist linked above.

On this day
A zoo for you but no kangaroo, 16 March 2006

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
United Nations

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March 16th, 2017 at 2:22 am

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3,258: d i g i t a l d r a w i n g s

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A drawing made in SketchUp, a quick little story about a senior citizen, a drawing of a pop group, but first: a snowman is for life, not just for Christmas:

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
It was technically Pump Up the Jam by Technotronic, but really there was a bit of a soup that also included Fun by Coldplay, Crucified by Army of Lovers, and two Neneh Cherry songs, Buffalo Stance and Manchild.

On this day
Harmony, 13 March 2010

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Helicopter

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March 13th, 2017 at 2:17 am

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3,253: Everything I Own

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Everything I Own by Boy George was number one in the UK thirty years ago. I’ve never been keen on the original Bread version, or the Ken Boothe one (the best of the three, and the one George is covering) and this one is worse.

I think it’s partly because the chorus is illogical and I can’t get past that. You would give up all of your possessions, the place where you live, and your life itself? Just to have someone back again? So, this “someone” would actually be back with you, a dead homeless person?

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago:
18/01/2017: Jack Your Body
01/02/2017: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)
15/02/2017: Stand By Me

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Power by Petite Meller

On this day
CLWNMNTNJNNJNJN, 8 March 2016

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Mezcal

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March 8th, 2017 at 2:13 am

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3,251: Reading Festival 1989

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Look at this line-up. Especially the Friday. That day was more or less perfect. I remember it rained for quite a while, but still, it was a very good day.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Green Light by Lorde

On this day
After a thunderstorm, 6 March 2011

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Condesa

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March 6th, 2017 at 2:47 am

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3,233: Stand By Me

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Stand by Me by Ben E. King was number one in the UK thirty years ago. It would be a heart-hearted person who doesn’t like this song, but it was part of something a little shitty about the pop charts in the late eighties and nineties: Levi’s.

I have nothing against Levi’s. Indeed, for most of my life I’ve bought them instead of other brands (so I guess these commercials worked). It’s just easier, innit? Need a new pair of jeans, go to the shop, find the 501s, find my size, no need to try them on, pay, leave. (Having said that, I did have a pair of the twisty Levi’s back in the early 2000s, and I loved them. Wish they still did ’em.

I had a quick google, and found this site, with its handy list of songs off the adverts. Back then, it really was a route to the higher end of the hit parade to be on a jeans advert.

Wonderful World by Sam Cooke got to No. 2 in 1986.
Dude gets in the bath with his jeans on, like a crazy person.

I Heard It Through the Grapevine by Marvin Gaye got to No. 8 in 1986.
Nick Kamen in the launderette.

Stand by Me by Ben E. King got to, as we have already noted, No. 1 in 1987.
Aaah, black Levi’s. The staple of every middle-aged man who likes real music. Tommy Saxondale types.

When a Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge got to No. 2 in 1987.
I remember quite fancying the girl in this one. Also of note: all songs by black artists so far, with white actors in everything. Yeah, Craig, we know says every person of colour.

C’mon Everybody by Eddie Cochran got to No. 14 in 1988.
I’ve got absolutely no memory of this advert. Eddie Cochran, though. Ooof, what a man.

The Joker by The Steve Miller Band got to No. 1 in 1990.
Should have been a number two hit. #TeamDeeeLite

Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash got to No. 1 in 1991.
The world’s most overrated band.

20th Century Boy by T-Rex got to No. 13 in 1991.
BrAd PiTt!

Mad About the Boy by Dinah Washington got to No. 41 in 1992.
It’s weird that this song didn’t get higher in the charts. This ad was on telly all the time. And it’s a cracking song, innit?

Piece of My Heart by Erma Franklin got to No. 9 in 1992.
Abs.

Inside by Stiltskin got to No. 1 in 1994.
Ew, gross.

Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out by Freak Power got to No. 3 in 1995.
This is one of those songs that does nothing, I think. It’s trying to be something, it’s just dull. Lifeless.

Boombastic by Shaggy got to No. 1 in 1995.
Plasticine. Seems a weird step for this series of ads to take. I can see that they must’ve felt like a change was necessary, but plasticine!?

Spaceman by Babylon Zoo got to No. 1 in 1996.
I worked in a record shop when this song came out. Never during my time there was a record so anticipated by the record-buying public of Lincoln. It’s a big old turd of a song, which is a shame, cos I really loved Jas Mann’s previous band, the Sandkings.

Underwater Love by Smoke City got to No. 4 in 1997.
Must’ve been watching less telly at this point in my life. Doesn’t ring any bells.

A Nanny in Manhattan by Lilys got to No. 16 in 1998.
I already loved the Lilys, and while I was a bit indie snob about a band I liked suddenly being liked for just one song, it was good that they got a bit of money. Saw them live a couple of times. Good band. Great song.

Whine and Grine by Prince Buster got to No. 21 in 1998.
Another one I have no memory of.

Flat Beat by Mr Ozio got to No. 1 in 1999.
Yeeeaaaah! Wonderful stuff. I think that’s about enough. Flat Eric seems like a good place to stop.

Previous posts about number ones from thirty years ago because this is a thing I will keep on doing:
3,205: Jack Your Body
3,219: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)

A wee bit of artwork
Three drawings I did with the Paper app on my iPad in bed last night.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Les Yper-Sound by Stereolab

On this day
Play a silly game, 15 February 2009

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Saskatoon

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February 15th, 2017 at 2:50 am

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3,232: Middle-aged Fanclub

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The venue was smaller than I remembered. But the walk from the U-Bahn station was a big longer. I went to see Teenage Fanclub last week at Columbia Theater. Last time I went there it was called Columbia Fritz (after a local radio station). Getting to the venue on the other side of town felt like muscle memory, but once out of the station, my brain expected to be at the venue in a few metres. It was about 200 metres, at a guess. After being in Mexico, it felt really nice not to be searched when we entered the venue. Here’s my ticket, person at the door wishes me “Viel spaß!”

I can’t remember the last time I went to Columbia Theater. Might’ve been for a Phoenix show. I think I saw The Mission (yes!) and Franz Ferdinand there, too. Difficult to clearly remember others, cos there’s another venue a few metres along the street called Columbia Halle. That one is bigger and the place where I saw more concerts in Berlin than anywhere else. Always loved that venue. It was a functional box, with a fairly small balcony area.

My mate and I got a beer, caught up on six years of our lives. And it was nice. It is nice to see a band that are not as popular as they once were, and where most of the people in the audience are in the same age bracket. Indeed, there were several moments there where I saw people whose faces I recognised. Not friends or acquaintances, just people who went to the same sort of concerts that I went to back in the day.

People seemed cool to have a wee bit of personal space. There’s a wee door to the left of the stage, and we nipped in there to watch the band. Middle-aged audience so no mental crush down the front, and we hung out, enjoyed the old songs and didn’t know the new songs. Feet were tapped. Hands clapped.

Obviously Teenage Fanclub (and let’s pause for a moment to salute the greatness of that band name) have a sound but when they are filleting 22 songs out of their back catalogue, there’s a samey-ness in terms of tempo. Here’s the setlist.

The last song they played was Everything Flows, their first single from 1990. I wondered how it must feel to be 27 years into a career and still ending a show with the first song you released. Then I thought about Minipops for a second pushed that thought into the knot in my stomach.

A wee bit of artwork
An iPad drawing of the boxes.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Wow and Flutter by Stereolab. Five days in a row for Stereolab now, which seems a lot, but looking back at my records, there was a time in May 2015, where I had the songs of Taylor Swift in my head for sixteen consecutive mornings.

On this day
Hermosillo, 14 February 2013

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Aircraft boneyard

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February 14th, 2017 at 3:15 am

3,231: Some artwork

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If you’re too busy to eat a hot dog AND brush your teeth…

Some lines

A friend has one of those huge iPads and the apple pencil thingy. I had a quick go, drawing tulips on the table

And, sorry, this is disgusting. Sorry sorry sorry

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Des étoiles électroniques by Stereolab again. Been on a bit of a Stereolab binge lately, which is why I’ve had their songs in my head for the last four mornings. I decided to listen to every album in chronological order, which was fine from the beginnings of Peng! and Switched On through to Emperor Tomato Ketchup. That has always been my favourite period of their music. It’s pretty much perfect. After that, I still bought the records (up to and inc. Sound-Dust), I still liked them, but I didn’t really love them. I’m making an effort to give them all another go, though, cos I’ve not listened to them for ages, or listened to any of the last three post-Sound-Dust albums at all.

On this day
Books and Kraftwerk, 13 February 2006

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Spacecraft cemetery

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February 13th, 2017 at 2:12 am

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3,219: I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)

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I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) by George Michael and Aretha Franklin was number one in the UK thirty years ago. Aside from the parenthesis in the title being entirely superfluous, an interesting thing for me is the age gap. Aretha was 44, George was 23. If we transpose that to 2017, that’d be like Liam or Niall out of One Direction doing a duet with Geri Halliwell. There aren’t many music heavyweights who are 44 now. The only other ones are Vanessa Paradis, Liam Gallagher, and Eminem.

A wee bit of artwork
Some sketches from my notebook.

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The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Warszawa by David Bowie

On this day
12 Burgers, 1 February 2013

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Age of Enlightenment

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February 1st, 2017 at 12:46 am

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3,213: Nordic streets

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I went to the supermarket to return some pfandflaschen (reusable bottles with deposits) yesterday. I wanted to get a few bits, too, but didn’t need a shopping list. I had words in my head. A melodic mantra.

Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk
Coffee, wine, yoghurt, milk

When I got to the supermarket, there was someone already at the machine where you put the bottles. I was about to start putting mine in, then some dude with just a couple of them asked if he could nip in front of me. Of course you can, mister. But that tiny interaction mentally jarred the mantra loose. I put my bottles in the machine, grabbed my refund ticket, and cracked on.

Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt
Wine, coffee, yoghurt

I remembered I also needed mustard. I got the mustard first. Nearest to the machine. I got the wine. When I entered the supermarket, the queue at the checkout was quite long. When I got the wine, I noticed the queue was non-existent. Go for it, warrior! I went and paid. and it wasn’t until about 30 seconds out of the store that I remember I hadn’t got everything.

Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else
Coffee, yoghurt, something else oh what was it?
Coffee, yoghurt, something else for fuck’s sake

Rather than turning around and nipping back, I figured I’d have a walk to a different supermarket. Not too far. Not too cold out. A bit of exercise. All the inane things you say to yourself. I walked past an older woman who was gripping the neck of an open two-litre bottle of cola like she was a stereotypical TV show drunk character. In the second supermarket, they didn’t have the coffee I wanted, and their yoghurt selection was pretty poor. I remembered and bought milk, though. Oh well, there’s a different supermarket on the way home if I walk a different way. So I did.

Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt
Coffee, yoghurt

Third supermarket: same as the second. Poor yoghurt selection, and no espresso. I got some vegetables there, cos I kinda get a bit paranoid that people might think I’m a thief if I go into a supermarket and walk out past the checkouts without buying anything. That behaviour is fine in a clothes shop or an electronics store, but c’mon, you always need something from a supermarket, you shady mother.

Three supermarkets down. I guess I’ll have to go to another one. Closer to the flat than any of the others. I could’ve just gone there to begin with, eh? But on this part of the journey, something clicked in my brain. Like when something says something unconnected to the case to a TV detective and that gets them thinking about where the kidnapper will be. I walked down a street named after a Danish city. Before the third supermarket, I crossed a street named after a Swedish city. A street near the flat is also named after a Swedish city. And there’s a big street nearby named after a city in Norway.

I…
Spot…
A…
Theme…

So I checked, and did a drawing of the Nordic streets.

Other business
I’ve had this in my mind for a while, and it came up again at the weekend, seeing the marches going on: “Love trumps hate” is, while a thoroughly commendable sentiment, an awful slogan. For one thing, there’s only one word in there that orange jabba himself would notice, and that’s not love or hate. And everyone else for that matter. Using his name in your bloody slogan might’ve seemed clever, but they were very literally putting his name out there at every Democratic rally against him. And again, it’s a commendable sentiment, it also might sound like a whole heap of hippy crap to certain ears that you wanted to vote for you.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Axel F by Harold Faltermeyer. Watching the video a few moments ago, the tedious term “simpler times…” crossed through my mind. I’ve never really questioned that term before. But, yep, what does it mean apart from “simpler times for me.” It wasn’t really simpler times. It was just a time when I wasn’t paying as much attention.

On this day
Ummm, 26 January 2010

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Devil’s Island

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January 26th, 2017 at 3:32 am

3,205: Jack Your Body

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Jack Your Body by Steve ‘Silk’ Hurley got to number one in Thatcher’s Britain on this day 30 years ago. What a choon. I was well into his remixes, pretty much buying owt with his name in brackets somewhere on the label. Like his mixes of Something Got Me Started by Simply Red, Tripping on Your Love by Bananarama, What Would We Do by DSK, and the best of them all, the utterly amazing Too Blind to See It by Kym Sims.

A wee bit of artwork

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Other business
Theresa May should’ve been dressed like this when she made her dreadful speech yesterday. Fucking wanker. It is astonishing that this is actually happening. It’s like letting the children vote on nutrition and forcing the rest of us to eat McDonald’s and gummy bears forever. Brush your teeth with Mentos, Tic Tacs, and Polos, you Remoaners!

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Emotions by Mariah Carey

On this day
No bugs, no tickers, 18 January 2007

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Circular reasoning

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January 18th, 2017 at 12:42 am

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3,200: Sevens

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I’ve had this idea knocking around for a while, but at my old apartment in Mexico City, didn’t have an oven (just the gas stove part with a cupboard underneath which, now that I write it, seems pretty weird), but quite soon after arriving in Berlin, I saw loads of Fimo in the art supplies shop and got on the case. The idea was to make replicas by hand as close as I could to an actual 7-inch single. I had the correct dimensions of the record, the label, and the hole drawn out on a piece of paper, and used that as a guide. But I wanted it to still be totally freehand.

The reason for 7″ singles: it’s the perfect pop music format. It is small, it contains two songs, one on each side, and the labels and artwork are often wonderful. And ever since I bought Baggy Trousers by Madness in WH Smith in 1980, it’s what I think of when I think of buying music.

I also had a self-imposed rule: No fancy labels. The most evocative for me is when the labels are generic record company labels. When we think of a Beatles single, we think of the Parlophone design. So many record company 7-inch labels are wonderful and if you ar of an age where you grew up with them, you can visualise them immediately: CBS, Epic, Decca, RCA, Motown, etc etc.

The Fimo sevens didn’t turn out that great. I felt the idea was pretty good, but the reality of them, especially when varnished, was quite poor. The first couple I fucked up the varnish. A month later, they’re still sticky. These will go in the bin.

The third one was just rubbish. I didn’t flatten the Fimo properly.

I stopped varnishing them at this point. In one way they are preferable, but mostly they feel lifeless.

Time was very much of the essence at this point. The Bowie one was going to be an Xmas present. It was getting close to the day in question, and the varnish wasn’t dry. This forced me to think again. So I did a watercolour version. The tacky varnish was the best thing that could’ve happened because watercolour and gouache on paper versions is the way forward.

George died, so the next one was an easy choice.

After putting some of these up on my Instagram, I was commissioned to do a 12″.

I’d not really considered that before, but it turned out to be a wonderful idea. I got some 300gsm paper that’s thick like cardboard and got to work.

This is the only one where I recorded various steps of the process. It’s a wonderful record, too. I’m happiest with this one. And there will be more to come.

Other business
Walking through Hauptbahnhof yesterday, I was reminded of one of the things I enjoyed the most when I first moved to Berlin. I used to live near Ostbahnhof and I would love standing on the platform and looking at the signs telling you which trains were coming. Yesterday, I glanced up at the big board and the first names that popped out into my eyes: Amsterdam and Warsaw. I love European train stations. That the trains aren’t just going to somewhere else in the country, they’re going to other countries! And while the romance of train travel quite often fails to live up to the idea of it, looking at a board and knowing that I could just get a ticket and be in Budapest or Basel is still thrilling for me.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Warszawa by David Bowie.

On this day
Busy doin’ nothin’ in Oregon, 13 January 2009. Aaah, Oregon is lovely. I miss that place.

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Nuclear fallout

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January 13th, 2017 at 3:36 am

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