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The Purple Tape

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New infographic about the songs on the Pixies’ demo tape: http://flipflopflyin.com/thepurpletape/index.html

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June 4th, 2013 at 4:14 pm

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30 May 1966

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On this day 47 years ago, there was a music festival called the Whit Monday Pop Gala Festival in my hometown, at Lincoln City’s football ground, Sincil Bank. Look at this for a line-up:

The Who
The Kinks
The Small Faces
The Yardbirds
Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames
Screaming Lord Sutch

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May 30th, 2013 at 2:06 am

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John, Paul, George, and Ringo

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New chart looking at the Beatles’ post-Beatles solo careers and collaborations with other members of the band. Full chart here: http://flipflopflyin.com/jpgr/index.html

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May 29th, 2013 at 4:51 pm

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Daft Punks

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I’m not really a fan of the new album. There’s a couple of okay songs on there. But, I still like them as a band, even though Discovery was the last record I genuinely loved. I love how they look, though. So I did a drawing of some different Daft Punks, starting with their initial helmet phase all the way to their recent appearance at the Monaco Grand Prix.

That’s three of them above. You can see the rest here:

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May 28th, 2013 at 9:33 pm

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Daft Punk

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May 28th, 2013 at 9:30 pm

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I was walking back from the supermarket yesterday afternoon, listening to Doolittle. It’s an album I don’t listen to very often. Partly because I over-listened to it at the time, and partly because, well, it’s my least favourite. Not in a snobby way, just cos it was popular: I just prefer all the other albums. Anyway, during There Goes My Gun, there’s a tiny bit of background vocal that, when I was a teenager, often sounded like my mother was calling me from downstairs. This happened with a fair few records I seem to remember. I can only remember a couple of records with a sound like that now: the aforementioned Pixies song, and Egg Man by the Beastie Boys. The sound is in the background around 1m 30s into the Pixies song, and 1m 28s into Egg Man (9m 19s into the YouTube clip cos it’s the whole album). It’s Ad Rock saying something like “ray,” I think. But, it can’t be just me who hears things in songs like someone is calling them, right? Right…?

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May 28th, 2013 at 8:44 am

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It’s Grim Up North

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I done a map regarding the fantastic 1991 single It’s Grim Up North by the Justified Ancients of Mu Mu. I love this song. It is not only a great record, but it reminds me of good times. Specifically, it reminds me of good times in a bar that no longer exists called Key Largo in Lincoln. You Love Us by Manic Street Preachers also reminds me of that bar.

Anyway, here’s a link to the full map: link to the full map.

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May 24th, 2013 at 10:43 am

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Really not sure why, but I can’t stop listening to this at the moment. Maybe it’s because I’m so far away from home, but it makes me feel a wee bit nostalgic for England. But there’s that yobbish element to the song, too, which I’m very happy to not be around. The video, though, is still a whole big bucket of fun.

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May 23rd, 2013 at 8:54 pm

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In the back of a car on the way back from a weekend in Oaxaca, I found my head was rotating the same melodies over and over again. We obviously know these as earworms. When the earworms changed, the next one became just as insistent. I present all five of them to you, dear reader: Primal Scream, Menudo, Los Angeles Azules, a national anthem, and Sr. Bieber.

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April 25th, 2013 at 9:47 am

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(The) (Rolling) Stones

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I’ve been listening to Let It Bleed a lot recently. Keith’s rhythm guitar on Gimme Shelter is something I’m particularly into. I could live without the choir at the start of You Can’t Always Get What You Want, mind. Anyway, while I don’t believe in astrology whatsoever, I do have some of the traits of a typical Virgo. I want things neat and tidy. And consistent. Which is why this irks me…

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April 3rd, 2013 at 12:41 pm

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The White Single Album

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My friend Mark showed me something yesterday. An artist called Rutherford Chang has a thing called We Buy White Albums, where he has created a record store dedicated to buying copies of the Beatles’ 1968 self-titled album. I like this idea. And after reading about it, I listened to the album itself. I like the White Album. I like that compared specifically to its predecessor, it’s a bit of a sprawling mess. But, like most double albums, it would be a better album if it were cut in half; were it a single album. So, that’s what I’m gonna do. This is a process that requires thinking of the album as a stand alone piece of work, not as part of the Beatles’ history, where the White Album being a double album is an interesting and integral part of their career.

I guess there needs to be some limits to how I’m gonna do this. To create a single album, I’m gonna create a track list for a side one and side two. The longest side of the actual White Album is 24 minutes and 27 seconds long (side four), so that will be the time limit for my new White Single Album sides one and two. Obviously, this is entirely about my personal preferences when it comes to the White Album. There are thirty songs, and I’m gonna lose around half of them. The half that I want to lose. Plus, another good thing about the White Album being a single album would’ve been that Anthology 3 could’ve had some more interesting offcuts than the utterly horrible What’s the New Mary Jane. I’m not really paying any attention to anything else. Although, I am gonna try to keep the order the same, and I feel I should make a Beatles album out of it, not just a heavily McCartney-leaning album, as would likely be my personal preference. Spoiler alert: that’s the only reason While My Guitar Gently Weeps is getting on there.

Okay then, the actual track listing:

Side one: Back in the U.S.S.R., Dear Prudence, Glass Onion, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, Wild Honey Pie, The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Happiness Is a Warm Gun

Side two: Martha My Dear, I’m So Tired, Blackbird, Piggies, Rocky Raccoon, Don’t Pass Me By, Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?, I Will, Julia

Side three: Birthday, Yer Blues, Mother Nature’s Son, Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey, Sexy Sadie, Helter Skelter, Long, Long, Long

Side four: Revolution 1, Honey Pie, Savoy Truffle, Cry Baby Cry, Revolution 9, Good Night

Thirty fucking songs. Sweet Jesus. Let’s start choppin’.

Revolution 9 – By far the easiest to lose. While I’m not against the idea of experimenting, and it’s kind of impressive that the most popular band in the world would do such a thing, fuck it: we’ve only got about 48 minutes of vinyl time to play with here, I’m not using 17% of that time including this.

Piggies, Long, Long, Long, Savoy Truffle – I like George Harrison. Honestly, I do. He’s done a lot of songs that I like. But his contributions to the White Album weren’t among his best. Two of them were utter shite. Savoy Truffle is horrible. Well done, George, you just listed a load of desserts. Piggies is worse. Dreadful song. Harpsichords and strings should’ve been left to McCartney, he was better at including non-“normal,” pastiche-y instruments on his songs. Long, Long, Long seems to me to be a few half-arsed ideas thrown together. And in this case, the whole is not greater than the sum of its parts. There could’ve been a good song in there somewhere, I guess. We’ll come back to While My Guitar Gently Weeps later.

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, Honey Pie – Paul McCartney is my favourite Beatle. He has that syrup-y tendency now and again, which can sometimes be endearing, sometimes annoying. It’s moderately interesting, I think, how many songs on the White Album can, when listened to as a stand alone piece of art, sound like novelty songs, or pastiches, homages to other eras of music. Ob-La-Di is novelty, Honey Pie is a music hall pastiche, Rocky Racoon has him faking an American accent. It’s not just McCartney, either. Don’t Pass Me By is kinda goofy, Bungalow Bill seems fairly throwaway, and Good Night, while lovely, is a Hollywood black and white movie song.

Yer Blues – I guess this song is better lyrically than musically. Musically, this could be any one of a million bands. It’s not a Beatles song, just a song template re-used.

Birthday – Songs about birthdays… This is being cut simply because of the sneaking suspicion that, like songs that have the word “radio” in the chorus, it’s a cynical ploy to get played on the radio a lot.

Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey – Great title. Average song. And it’s got that bloody bell going on all the time. Snip!

Don’t Pass Me By – Sorry, Ringo. I quite like this song, as it goes. And, let’s re-state this, most of the stuff being chopped aren’t songs I’d ever bother skipping over when I play the album (aside from Revolution 9 and the three Harrison songs mentioned above). Just, if we’re making a single album, we don’t need two songs with Ringo singing, and Good Night is the better song.

So, I’ve cut a third of the album. Let’s have a look at what we’re left with.

Side one: Back in the U.S.S.R., Dear Prudence, Glass Onion, Wild Honey Pie, The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Happiness Is a Warm Gun

Side two: Martha My Dear, I’m So Tired, Blackbird, Rocky Raccoon, Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?, I Will, Julia

Side three: Mother Nature’s Son, Sexy Sadie, Helter Skelter

Side four: Revolution 1, Cry Baby Cry, Good Night

Seems like it has been a lot easier to cut songs from the second piece of vinyl than the first so far. I have a decent idea of the songs that I definitely want on my White Single Album, so let’s look at those now, and leave the maybes until the end. Like I said, I’m mainly going for personal preferences here, but also keeping in mind that it should have the spirit of the Beatles and the spirit of the album itself. That is, I can’t get rid of all the slightly throwaway short songs. While only 52 seconds long, and hardly a song at all, Wild Honey Pie seems to, in a way, sum up the whole album for me: confident, successful musicians trying shit out. So that one is in.

Back in the U.S.S.R., Dear Prudence, Glass Onion – All seem like no-brainers to be on there. It’s a pretty strong one-two-three start to the White Album. Wild Honey Pie we’ve discussed. Now, a Beatles album has to have a George song. Sigh…

While My Guitar Gently Weeps – Wikipedia tells me that it’s number 136 on Rolling Stone’s list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, and number ten on their list of The Beatles 100 Greatest Songs. Alright, whatevs, granddad. I understand that this is a popular song and I can see it has merits, but but BUT- I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping. Really? It’s not a song I would ever have anywhere near my top 50 Beatles songs. But, there’s gotta be a George song, and this is the least shit George song on the White Album. And, length fans, this is the second longest song on the whole album after number nine number nine number nine. FML.

Happiness is a Warm Gun – I like this one. I really like the Lennon-ness about it. It’s kinda sinister and poppy at the same time. That’s six of the eight songs on side one definitely included.

Side two’s gotta-be-on-there songs: I’m So Tired, another great Lennon song. Plus, it’s a great band performance. I love Ringo’s drumming, and McCartney’s backing vocals are fantastic. And as a smoker, I’m always gonna enjoy the Sir Walter Raleigh bit.

Blackbird – Not much to say, really. A really lovely song, and a song that sounds so utterly amazing on the recent remastered version of the White Album.

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road? – I guess this is kind of similar to Wild Honey Pie, in the sense that it’s hardly a song. But it sounds so good. The piano sounds ace, and the guitar has a nice tone. And when Paul does his “rock” voice, my brain does going into the happy.

Julia – Obviously. That’s four of side two’s nine songs definitely making the cut.

Only two songs from side three are definitely in: Sexy Sadie – a magic song with that splendid piano and the general languid rockin’ feeling. Sounds a bit stoned.

Helter Skelter – Seriously, fuck you Charles Manson. This song is way too good to have his name mentioned anywhere near it, but that so often seems to be the case. (I’ve just done it.) U2’s version, too. Urgh. Anyway, one of McCartney’s best vocals. And just a damn cool rockin’ song. The first fake end, the Sonic Youth-y bit around the 3:02 mark, the squeal-y bits, the second fake end, and Ringo shouting about his blisters. Splendid stuff.

I’ve already dismissed most of side four, but still a couple get on there. First, Revolution 1 – my favoured version of this song. I kinda like that this more laid-back version fits more with the lyrical in/out uncertainty than the more rocking single version. The unreleased “Take 20″ of this is also great. (I found it on the World Wide Internet, something I assume you could also do quite easily should you be inclined to do so.) And it’s interesting to see how this Revolution ended up spawning Revolution 9.

Good Night – Gotta have the Ringo song, right? And in a way, you gotta keep the last song on an album. I’m a big fan of last songs being appropriately placed. A song that is like a nice After Eight mint at the end of your 1970s British dinner. This one does that job perfectly.

Right then, that’s 14 songs, 41 minutes and 24 seconds of music. Seven Lennon songs (eight if we include Good Night, but I always think, even if the songs weren’t written by Ringo, they always end up being Ringo songs), five McCartney songs, and a Harrison song.

I’ve got about seven minutes of vinyl space left. And six songs not yet discussed: The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill, Martha My Dear, Rocky Racoon, I Will, Mother Nature’s Son, and Cry Baby Cry. To keep the Beatles-ness of the album somewhat intact, with a more-or-less equal amount of Lennon and McCartney songs, I’m gonna have to lose The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill and Cry Baby Cry. I don’t mind losing Bungalow Bill, but I do quite like Cry Baby Cry. But, I’ve made this fictitious bed, and I must pretend to go to sleep in it. And if it wasn’t for having to have a Harrison song, this’d be on there for sure.

Four McCartney songs, of which I can choose only two. Martha My Dear, Rocky Racoon, I Will, Mother Nature’s Son.

Martha My Dear – Boing boing boing bouncy piano. Very McCartney-ish. He seemed to be showing off a bit in the later years of the Beatles. Like, look at me! I can do a song in this style and this other different style. But, minor quibble. He’s got more talent in his right foot than I have in my whole body.
Rocky Racoon – Despite the horrible fake American accent at the start, I really do quite like this song. It’s got a nice pace to it, and I love the “Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy” bit.
I Will – Ejected simply because it has the Frog Chorus-esque “vocal bass” all the way though.
Mother Nature’s Son – It’s clearly a very nice song, but doesn’t really do anything other McCartney “nice” songs don’t do better.

There we go, the last two songs are gonna be Martha and Rocky. 16 songs, 47 minutes and 25 seconds: The White Single Album.

Side one:
Back in the U.S.S.R.
Dear Prudence
Glass Onion
Wild Honey Pie
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Happiness Is a Warm Gun
Martha My Dear
I’m So Tired

Side two:
Rocky Raccoon
Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?
Sexy Sadie
Helter Skelter
Revolution 1
Good Night

Anyway, this was all just a bit of fun. Were I to apply the same criticism to most of the albums — double or single — that I own, I could easily end up with a couple of thousand EPs in my collection. In reality, I’d only cut four songs (Revolution 9, and the non-weeping guitar Harrison songs) from this double album, which is pretty good going. And having listened to the edited version on my iPod today, it really does feel like stuff is missing, like the sprawling mass of differing quality songs genuinely is part of the album’s greatness. Well done, the Beatles, you were good.

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February 18th, 2013 at 3:07 pm

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The Pink Floyd

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First, I can’t stop myself calling them The Pink Floyd. Second, I can’t stop saying “The Pink Floyd” in a bad John Peel impression. Third, I love Pink Floyd. Fourth, I like making charts. Fifth, here’s a chart looking at who did the songwriting on Pink Floyd albums. I’d always known that Roger Waters kinda dominated as the band went on, but I don’t think I’d ever really realised to what degree. Anyway: larger version here.

Update: I was alerted by someone on Twitter that the Pink Floyd chart was a bit difficult for colour blind people to see properly, so I did a wee bit of research and changed things so that now it is hopefully easier to see. This is clearly quite important with infographics, seeing as though the whole point is to try and make information easy to understand. So in future, I’m gonna do my best to make sure all the charts are colour blind friendly. I can’t say I’m gonna go back and change old things, but I will make an effort to do my best in the future. If any colour blind people ever spot anything in the future that’s difficult to “read,” please let me know. Here’s the new version.

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January 26th, 2013 at 10:00 am

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The Beautiful South vs. Los Tigres del Norte

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Los Tigres del Norte are a popular band in these parts. Although they are based in California, their roots are in northern Mexico, and they play norteño music. I heard one of their songs the other day. A song called “Golpes en el Corazon.” This is it:

Looking at the discography on a Web site about the group, the earliest mention of the song is on an album called El Ejemplo, released in 1995. Six years after this Beautiful South song…

Could be a coincidence, I guess, but damn, they sound similar.

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December 26th, 2012 at 12:18 pm

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Pop! & Circumstance

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My Internet pal, Marnie, does a site called Pop! & Circumstance. Lots of nice music mixes. She asked me to do a guest mix for her, which I was honoured to do.

You can hear it here.

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December 18th, 2012 at 9:39 am

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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I’ve re-written the lyrics of this popular song so that they are no longer creepy, because they are really creepy.

I really can’t stay

Baby, it’s cold outside, so I’ll call you a cab so that you get home safely and don’t freeze your toes off. Thank you for a wonderful evening. Maybe I can call you, if you fancy doing something at the weekend.

The end.

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December 15th, 2012 at 6:34 pm

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Joy Division/New Order

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Quick, simple chart looking at the timeline of Joy Division and New Order, their albums, compilations, and singles. Full-size version here: http://www.flipflopflyin.com/jdno/index.html

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December 3rd, 2012 at 12:19 pm

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Last Christmas

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We need to talk about George Michael. Specifically about “Last Christmas.”

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special

First off, let’s assume when George Michael uses the word “Christmas” he means Christmas Day. If he was referring to the holiday season in general, it’s unlikely he’d mention “the very next day.” Unless, of course, he’s referring to the 6th of January, the day after the Twelve Days of Christmas.

It must’ve been a terrible Christmas for both George and the women in question. I suppose they might have been casually dating up until that point, then George—not unreasonably—decides to tell her he loves her on Christmas Day.

Now, if she is planning on getting together with someone else the very next day, she must’ve been on the verge of splitting up with George. I guess she might not have wanted to ruin the day, which is somewhat understandable. It’s a difficult situation to be in, especially if she was planning on getting together with someone who is in the same band as George. Awkward.

The lyrics don’t really say that, though. They say that she gave George’s heart away the very next day. I’m not sure how this is possible. Who did she give it to? A friend? Someone on the street? A charity shop?

Also, ladies: I’d be wary of a man who, one year after giving his heart to a woman on Christmas Day, is planning on giving his heart to someone else in a similar fashion this Christmas. To save himself from tears, apparently. This seems like worrisome behaviour, frankly. It’s clearly taken him a long time to get over the woman from last Christmas—and I wonder if he actually is over her, considering he’s written a song telling her this—and now with the festive season here, he’s looking for “someone special” to give his heart to again. George, man: you can’t rush things along just so that you can tell them you love them on the 25th of December.

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance

Right here, I’d like to know why you’re lying, George. We’ve all seen the video: you’re in a chalet in Switzerland having a Christmas holiday with your friends, and she’s there with Andrew. That’s not distance.

But you still catch my eye

Not surprising, really. Even if you’re behaving yourself, you’ve gotta be polite. She’s your band-mate’s girlfriend. And nobody wants you to ruin the Christmas vacation.

Tell me baby
Do you recognise me?

Well, yes, I’d imagine she does: you’re the singer in her boyfriend’s band, and on Christmas Day last year, YOU GAVE HER YOUR HEART. You don’t look that different, either. Your hair’s a bit longer and it’s blonder than it was, but you still look like the same guy.

Well if it’s been a year
It doesn’t surprise me

If it’s been a year”? C’mon, George, you’ve already shown you know when you gave her your heart and that it’s Christmas again now. And the “it doesn’t surprise me” stuff comes across as self-pity, and a little passive-aggressive.

“Merry Christmas”
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying “I love you”
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I’ve been
But if you kissed me now
I know you’d fool me again

You said you’d keep your distance. Don’t go raking over it all again. You clearly aren’t over her, you want her to kiss you again, but you’re scared that if she did, you’d be hurt again. I can understand that. But look across the room, man: she’s with Andrew now. To be perfectly honest, George, it doesn’t seem like that good an idea, you coming on this holiday. You should’ve visited your family.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special

Oh oh baby

George, for you own good, you’ve gotta stop thinking of her as your “baby.” And once again, this indicates that you shouldn’t be searching for somebody to give your heart to this Christmas. Plus, you’re in this chalet with a group of friends, and you’re looking for someone new now? Here? Yet you’ve spent a not-insignificant amount of time mooning at last year’s woman. It just doesn’t add up, man.

Crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I’m hiding from you
And your soul of ice

I think you might have had enough to drink, George. Insulting her isn’t going to do you any favours. Plus, I imagine this is all quite awkward for Andrew, too, and if you keep on insulting his girlfriend, he’s gonna be pissed off with you.

My god I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

Stop it, George. Stop it now. You’re sounding like an irrational dick. It’s not attractive.

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart

Gibberish. Stop drinking.

Ooh ooh
Now I’ve found a real love you’ll never fool me again

Woah! What? You’ve found a real love? Who is this person? You’ve spent three minutes telling us that a) you are over her, b) that you’re not actually over her, c) you are looking for someone new, and now d) that you’ve already found a real love.

But, I guess I could have been wrong. When you said “This year to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special” I assumed you meant you were looking for someone. Maybe you already have someone who you are seeing. Still doesn’t explain why you’re spending so much time looking across the room at your ex and Andrew. Does this real love know about what happened last Christmas? I hope you’ve told her. Because if not, someone in this room will have told her about it, and she’s probably not gonna be best pleased about you keeping it from her.

Incidentally, in the video, there’s a flashback moment, when we see you giving her a sparkly, flower-shaped brooch. Let’s leave aside the fact that you both look exactly the same as you do in the present, and we know from the “Club Tropicana” video that you had different hair last year. That aside, why are you going back to the same place where such an awkward moment happened for both of you? You keep saying that you want to be saved from tears this year. Going back to a chalet where you were dumped on Boxing Day seems somewhat masochistic.

But I’m starting to wonder about this woman, too. I can understand that if you’re not over her, you’re gonna be glancing across the room, but she seems to be doing it back. Maybe she wants you to still like her. And that doesn’t sound good for you or Andrew. Which brings us back to the brooch. You gave it to her last Christmas, presumably with a note saying “I love you” attached to it. And now in this chalet, Andrew is wearing it on his jacket!? What the hell is going on with you people? I hope Andrew doesn’t realise the significance of that brooch, because if he does, your band is in trouble.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special


A face on a lover with a fire in his heart (Gave you my heart)
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Next year I’ll give it to someone
I’ll give it to someone special


You keep saying “special.” It just seems bitchy. You’re telling this woman, Andrew’s girlfriend, your ex, that she’s not special. But maybe you’re right, though, George. I don’t know what to believe. You both seem a bit messed up in the head about your relationship.

Someone someone
I’ll give it to someone, I’ll give it to someone special
Who’ll give something in return
I’ll give it to someone
Hold my heart and watch it burn

Really? Obviously, you are not literally expecting anyone to hold your heart in their hands and watch it burn. That would be ridiculous. And it’s against the law. Plus, the person holding a burning heart would likely suffer severe burns to their hands.

I’ll give me to someone, I’ll give it to someone special
I’ve got you here to stay
I can love you for a day

A day!? That’s what this is all about? You just wanna love someone for one day? Christmas Day? I realise that, rightly or wrongly, it’s illegal in a lot of places, but it seems to me that a pop star like you could just go to a high class escort agency and find someone to spend Christmas Day with.

I thought you were someone special
Gave you my heart
I’ll give it to someone, I’ll give it to someone
Last christmas I gave you my heart
You gave it away
I’ll give it to someone, I’ll give it to someone

Well, thankfully, that’s over. I like you, George. You seem like a decent chap, and you’ve written some splendid pop songs. I hope you can get over this woman. It doesn’t seem healthy obsessing about her. But, heartbreak is always good material for songs, isn’t it? So at least there’s that.

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December 2nd, 2012 at 11:49 am

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Yesterday’s music, No.10

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Rather than type about the four albums I listened to yesterday (and there will come a day when I type way too much about how fantastic Dare is), let’s talk about the place I visited in the evening. I went with a friend of a friend’s wedding party. At a place called Salón Los Ángeles which, from the outside, doesn’t look overly impressive.

Image source: Google Street View

At the door (and in a couple of places inside) there’s a coat of arms kinda thing that says Quien no conoce Los Ángeles, no conoce México. If you don’t know Los Angeles, you don’t know Mexico. This room has a bit of an ego, it would seem. So, anyway, it’s a salon de fiestas. An enormous room with a large stage at the far end, a shiny wooden dancefloor, and some splendid neon. It’s been open since 1935.

Image source: Chilango.com

There was live music all night, some Cuban band, I think, and a cumbia band. Among the guests were several people who were really dressed for the occasion. Not sure if they were actually guests or just came with the room. Zoot suits. Amazing zoot suits. One guy’s was orange with a teal shirt and teal feather in his fedora. Another guy’s was white with red, another with a suit that had pinstripes like a fancier version of a Yankees uniform, and the snazziest of all wore black with a bright yellow sequin-covered jacket.

As I have mentioned before, I live above a salon de fiesta. So I know what a Mexican wedding party sounds like through the floor and stairwell. It was kind of fun to hear the same thing properly. I recognised lots of the songs just from hearing it from below. It was interesting to hear and see the cheering that I’ve heard. In between the bands, they played some Glenn Miller. I enjoyed that. It was nice to hear his music in the type of room that it was probably played in at the time.

When it came to dancing, though, I make a wonderful drinker. I see all the footwork and moves going on, how the men and women know exactly what to do and when, and it makes me feel like I really should learn how to dance to at least one type of Mexican music. If I don’t, I will forever be sat at a table, watching people dance.

At one point in the night, the band announced something about a rodeo. The dancefloor filled up, like it was gonna be something special. Then the band started playing “Achy Breaky Heart.” Lyrics in Spanish, and dancers all line dancing. Line dancing! And they all knew the moves. It was both wonderful and horrifying. For some reason, seeing such a thing interrupted the enjoyment of all the Latin music and dancing, the floaty way the brain can enjoy an evening; the free booze had begun to take its toll. My friends and I had a quick “are you drunk?” chat, we all were, so we bowed out, and got a taxi home.

Yesterday’s albums. Left to right, top to bottom:
Dare – The Human League
Coastal Grooves – Blood Orange
Introspective – Pet Shop Boys
Decks, EFX & 909 – Richie Hawtin

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December 2nd, 2012 at 10:46 am

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Yesterday’s music, No.9

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Of the albums I listened to yesterday, the two I enjoyed the most were those I listened to on headphones, going to and from a night out with friends. Ssss, this year’s album by Vince Clarke and Martin Gore, is really good. I hesitate to add “if you like techno” at the end of that last sentence, mostly because my interest in techno isn’t what it used to be, so I don’t really know where techno is at these days. For me, though, it’s incredibly enjoyable. I really like that two members of a band that last worked together 30 years ago got together and made an album of music of the type which a) you can hear they both love, and b) won’t hardly sell any copies. It sounds to me like Richie Hawtin and late period Kraftwerk. And it’s a good thing to listen to on the subway and walking to a friend’s house, ready for a night’s boozing.

After we’d boozed, it was gone midnight, and rather than get a taxi, I decided to walk home. It was only about a 40-minute walk, so nothing major. I think, though, I’m the only person I know who will choose to walk home. As far as I can tell, the danger of walking around in Mexico City at night is exaggerated. As is the danger here overall. Don’t do anything stupid and touristy, and you’ll be fine. Or you’ll be unlucky. So far, I’ve been fine and not unlucky. And I really enjoy walking around. I enjoy walking around at night, too. I was a bit drunk, and listened to Power, Corruption & Lies all the way home. For a long time Technique was my favourite New Order record because it was the first one I really loved. And before we go on, New Order are way more important to me than Joy Division. I don’t dislike Joy Division, but I enjoy New Order’s music a heck of a lot more. Maybe it’s because I’m not really a lyrics kind of person. I really don’t pay attention to what is being sung about very often, which, sometimes with New Order, is a good thing.

Power, Corruption & Lies feels to me like the first New Order album. I never really got into Movement as much as their other albums from the Eighties. It sounds like they’re still Joy Division, but with a different singer. Power, Corruption & Lies still has elements that can be traced back there, but it’s also got the seeds and shoots of what New Order were to become. Humour and a lightness that wasn’t present before. As I walked home, alcohol tilting my brain in a certain direction, I became convinced that Power, Corruption & Lies was the best album ever made. I was utterly convinced by it. I typed stuff into my pocket device regarding this. Waking up this morning, though, it’s not really true. That was the booze pushing it up the charts in my head. It is, though, one of my favourite albums. Definitely in the top ten. But, when I think of my favourite bands, there’s always three that come out straight away: The Beach Boys, Kraftwerk, and New Order. I wasn’t alive when the Beach Boys did their best work; I was too young when Kraftwerk did their best work; but New Order did their best work when I was in my teens. But I wasn’t really paying attention back then. I remember hating “Blue Monday” when I first heard it, when they were on Top of the Pops.

I was into a lot poppier stuff (Human League, Duran Duran, Wham!) than what these four bored-looking people in normal clothes were doing. It’s a crappy performance that does nothing to show how great that song is. I got more into them, but only in a passing way over the next few years. It wasn’t until I saw them live at the Reading Festival in 1989 that it all clicked. “Blue Monday” sounded amazing. I clearly remember having a feeling like, this is why this song is so popular! I get it now! Maybe there’s something about not being there for any of my favourite bands’ high points, maybe that’s why they are my favourites. I try to think of bands that are in my favourites that I’ve been actively aware of and enjoying contemporaneously, and I can’t really think of any. Maybe that’s it, though: not being there allows me to look at those bands differently, to view them how I want to view them, not how they are presented to me. Whatever it is, there’s something beautiful about walking home in Mexico City, alcohol in your blood stream, feet hurting a bit, and listening to “Your Silent Face.”

Yesterday’s albums. Left to right, top to bottom:
Entroducing….. – DJ Shadow
De La Soul is Dead – De La Soul
World Clique – Deee-Lite
The Singles 81>85 – Depeche Mode
The Singles 86>98 – Depeche Mode
Ssss – VCMG
Power, Corruption & Lies – New Order

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December 1st, 2012 at 11:28 am

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Yesterday’s music, No.8

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This is the blog post that I’ve been waiting to happen. The recent spurt of writing has been good, and using the idea of writing about the records I listened to as a clothes hanger upon which to hang some typing has worked pretty well. But today… I dunno, can’t really think of anything to type about, so what follows is just coming out of my head without any real thought.

I woke up with “Me and the Farmer” by the Housemartins in my head, planned to listen to one or both of their albums, then found, unexpectedly, I didn’t have them in my iTunes. So I settled for what I still think of as Paul Heaton’s “other band,” a band that were going for almost four times as long, The Beautiful South. And this is the first day since I’ve been doing this that I’ve listened to a best-of compilation. I listened to two of them: this one, and the Erasure one.

I’m a fan of best-ofs. That wasn’t always the case. I still am to a great extent, but I used to be more of a music snob. And the idea of best-ofs used to rub me up the wrong way. One should hear songs in the context the artist had designed them to be heard. Singles are an artificial way of hearing music. Those songs are supposed to be heard as part of a collection of songs written and recorded during a period of time. That, of course, is horse shit.

It’s the album that’s (mostly) a fake concept. A musician writes a song. Can be two minutes or five minutes or 20 minutes, but it’s a song that starts, middles, ends. Then when he or she has a bunch of them recorded, that’s an album. The album is a great idea, I love it, but it’s just a convenient way for record labels to sell something first and foremost. And this is the great thing about best-ofs: we get no rubbish songs on there just because they were written around the same time as the few good songs. B-sides are (were?) b-sides for a reason: they were the crappest songs written and recorded during the album sessions. And, while it’s a massive generalisation, you can say the same about three or four of all album tracks. I’m not talking about albums like Pet Sounds or What’s Going On, albums which we have collectively appreciated for being great works, but there are very very few albums which couldn’t have at least one song removed without the overall thing being affected adversely.

I’ve bought a couple of other Beautiful South albums in my life. I can remember virtually none of the non-singles from those albums. I always got the feeling that when a band was described as a “singles band,” it was said with a slight sneer, like they weren’t substantial. Fuck that. There’s 14 songs on Carry On up the Charts, and all but a couple of them are fantastic songs. There’s a lot more enjoyment to be had with that album than any of their proper records. Similarly with the Erasure best-of. That one is an absolute cracker. And Erasure, looking back with an, at times, faulty memory, possibly the first time in my life that I actually noticed a gay singer using the word “you” all the time instead of being specific about gender. It’s nice to be inclusive like that, and it’s kind of clever in a way that back then sexuality wasn’t talked about as openly as it is nowadays, but it’s kind of sad that there’s probably still a great chance that a gay singer is lunikely to have massive hits and sing lyrics about a “he.”

For a moment, let’s just pause, sit back, (and in my case, listen to it again as I type), and reflect on how absolutely lovely “A Little Respect” is. Such a pretty song. One of the 100 best songs of my lifetime. (This is something I really should write down one day. I’m so wont to say it’s this, it’s that, but I don’t really know. Perhaps this is in the top 50, or maybe it’d be number 101 on my list.)

And here, embedded in the page for your enjoyment, is my favourite Beautiful South song, “Prettiest Eyes.” I’m such a sucker for a pretty melody and lyrics about the sort of couple one would love to be half of.

Yesterday’s albums. Left to right, top to bottom:
Carry On up the Charts – The Beautiful South
Storytelling – Belle and Sebastian
Rumours – Fleetwood Mac
About A Boy – Badly Drawn Boy
Pop! The First 20 Hits – Erasure

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November 30th, 2012 at 8:30 am

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