27 Feb 2007

"Things are going to get better, I said I knew it, I want to tell everybody. The moment that I met her and it seems that my mind has survived on its own, things are going to get better."

Last night I dreamt that I was back at my old job and I was almost marching about. I was certainly striding with a swagger in my walk not seen for a few years now. The shop was cleaner and tidier than I'd seen it for years. And as I strode up to my department there were two of my staff there and they came to the attention as I approached, I was concerned that the blonde girl there was my unrequited object of my desires and reason for all my misery but thankfully when she turned around it wasn't her. Although unfortunately my drag queen lookalike ex friend and colleague was there. I dunno quite what brought all this on as I've got no intention of going back there not even to shop (too many negative waves Moriarty). Although when later in the year they get desperate for staff as all the students they employ go home for the summer I'm hoping for a phone call because it's been ages since I slammed the phone down on someone after telling them to fuck off. It was quite a long and vivid dream unlike the ones that I normally have that only go on for a few minutes, just like the job itself it went on too long. I'm hoping that if I ever get around to those lucid dreaming cds that I'll be able to burn down the shop next time I dream of it. The only thing I miss about the shop is my friends (the real ones) even if they did have the worst stock take in history without me mwahahahahahaha!!!!! er ahem sorry for the maniacal laughter there.

Anyway I hope you appreciate the fact that I've had to leave the battle of the Yalu river at a very crucial stage in Blitzkrieg on my PC. I found some mods and maps etc (this one being Korean War of course) and have started to enjoy the game again. Although I'm enjoying the fact that my tanks now actually run over trees and buildings instead of going around them and into the minefield there is so much smoke on screen now that I can't see where I'm going at all now. Still at least I'm giving MacArthur a bloody good thrashing and teaching those imperialist westerners a thing or two.

Tonight's music is a load of ska and reggae that I've been meaning to post previously but due to all the reposts recently and everything (such as pc/ps2 games and being depressed and not too arsed with it etc etc).

http://www.sendspace.com/file/gn0pan VA - Ska Ta Shot http://www.sendspace.com/file/r7gmxy Skatalites pt1 http://www.sendspace.com/file/u1ygvc Skatalites pt2 (both parts needed)http://www.sendspace.com/file/ymynvi VA - Duke Reid Ba Ba Boom 1967 - 1972 http://www.sendspace.com/file/4shr1h V A - Ska Explosion

22 Feb 2007

"Accroches-toi a ton reveAccroches-toi a ton reve, Quand tu vois ton bateau partir, Quand tu sents -- ton coeur se briser, Accroches-toi a ton reve".
So Morrissey won't be dancing monkey for the BBC's 'A Song For Europe'. Quite right too why should he have to compete against some non entities? Just stick him in the Eurovision song contest and be done with it. I'd watch for the first time since Bucks Fizz won it in 1981. Subsequebtly kick starting my lickle sister's record buying and to this day her taste is crap. I mean she gave me a mobile phone and for the life of me I can get rid of the Bon Jovi ringtone. Still at least she'd stop buying the Muppet records. "There but for the grace of John Peel go I" though my record buying started with Madness' Baggy trousers and Adam & The Ants' Ant Music. So at least I have a modicum of cool. Again in the birthday number ones I win again as I got Desmond Dekker's Israelites and she got Sugar Sugar by the Archies when it was rereleased in '75. Which ironically enough had I been born a week either way of when I was then I would have had that or Marvin Gaye's Heard It Through The Grapevine. I also just missed Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Chile (Slight Return) as well.

Sorry for the delays with posts lately this is due to me finding mods of my Blitzkrieg game on the pc. Anyway here's some of the requested music from a couple of you emailing me. We have Vegas by vegas (Terry Hall and Dave Stewart) also the two Housemartins albumumumuumumums and Morrissey's last album which includes covers and the vid for 'you have killed me' . You may note that I've also upped alternate links for the Nutty Sounds compilations elsewhere in the blog.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/cwdcr8 Vegas - Vegas
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nvmel7 Morrissey (pt1)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hdex9c - Ringleader Of The Tormentors (pt2)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/79jvov The Housemartins - The People Who...
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nbz78i The Housemartins - London 0 Hull 4

19 Feb 2007

"Walking now, over covered ground. There is a chance if I move around,

I need a moment to reflect, on the friendships I have wrecked."

I'm beginning to think I may be pshycic. The other night I promised to keep my mate Lee informed by text message of Arsenal's score in the following saturday morning's FA Cup match. On my MySpace I said I hoped that they didn't score many as I was running out of credit on my phone. And Lo and Behold it was a dull match and 0-0 therefore saving my thumb from being overly taxed on those tiny little buttons. I did however tell him that "it was 0-0 and to look on the bright side as Norwich were four nil down and we hadn't even kicked off yet". Later on that day I saw the results and Norwich had indeed been unceremoniously dumped out in the afternoon and the score was 4-0. I'm just about to text someone I know about who is going to fuck my balls off just in case that comes true. More than likely not but there's always hope I suppose? Not much but some little, tiny even, spark of hope left in my shrivveled embittered old stony heart. Just waiting for someone to blow on the embers and fans the once roaring flame of emotion. (Ooh poetic) See what you're missing ladies? That and I have a very active tongue ;)

I now have 33 friends on mySpace (which some days I feel is 30 more than real life). Although I would have had more if I'd accept the loonies that try to join. I mean if I wanted to be friends with people in Nazi regalia or some old boiler who dresses up in an (Un) sexy manner ie stockings and suspenders bodice etc. I'm sure there are clubs for those type of wierdoes if I looked hard enough? What am I on about? It's called the houses of parliament.

Don't mind me I'm just grumpy because I've just had to spend the day emptying my internal and external hard drives of all the movies and mp3s that I've accumulated over the last three months. 400 gigs near enough I am so sick of writing on DVD-Rs.

Anyway here's tonight's post a live concert from The Style council called 'Far Out And Far East' which I ripped from vhs to dvd to avi which I like doing. I'll do the reposts I promised later in the week as I would've done them today as promised but...

http://www.sendspace.com/file/otzzfh Far Out And Far East - Style Council

http://www.sendspace.com/file/bbxqk8

http://www.sendspace.com/file/mr6gd0

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ffvn2o

http://www.sendspace.com/file/r0opvk (sorry missed the letter off the end)

khttp://www.sendspace.com/file/9fexlb

http://www.sendspace.com/file/yyoeaa

http://www.sendspace.com/file/xwt1h7

http://www.sendspace.com/file/vqn28p

http://www.sendspace.com/file/1002uz

http://www.sendspace.com/file/gx2e9w

15 Feb 2007

"Do you feel like a chain store? Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around bored Your ears are full but you're empty Holding out your heart To people who never really Care how you are"


I'm posting just about every piece of L7's catalogue that I have today. I first got into this group whilst sat for what seemd like and age and a half awaiting the Sandbanks ferry to go to and fro across the cold grey choppy waters,(It was Summer), to Swanage for a Bigshot gig which was marred by the attentions of the KKK and lack of support from the local police and beligerance of the inbred locals.(duelling banjoes country). My mate Tony who was driving what for a mechanic was a poorly maintained 3 series BMW,(He kept a lump of wood underneath the hood to hit the starter motor if it wouldn't start... rather than fix it), decided that his passenger was bored to death by the Pantera tape he was playing. Realising that his almost nightly gaming sessions on my Amiga 500 playing either Sensible Soccer (where he inexplicably lost the ball), Jaguar Racing or PGA Golf Tour was in jeopardy. He then put on his knock off copy of 'Bricks are heavy'. I'd heard a few tracks played by some dj or other on Radio One a few months previously when I'd been stuck in my crappy bedsit with hot and cold running damp on the walls. I was immediately taken and decided to buy a copy for myself. Even though they were American grunge and I wasn't particularly taken with all that unwashed look myself something about L7 that made me listen. Shortly after that there was the 'incident' on Channel 4's The Word where unimpressed by the fact that she wasn't allowed to enter the 'Guess who's bottom this is' competition one of the members dropped her kecks live on air during their number and proudly displayed her 'lady's furry front bottom'. Again I was taken by this band, I 'm a sucker for ladies showing me thier parts. (What can I say I'm romantic like that). When they toured a couple of years later I was a major fan with singles, albums and twelve inches to my credit (it pays to be in with the local second hand record dealers) and a poster holding up the damp patch of wallpaper, they were playing London. "We have to go" I said. "Ok my sister lives in London" Tony announced "I'll get her to get tickets." Great we were set. I looked forward to the gig with great relish and set about brushing up on remembering the lyrics so I could shout along tunelessly at the back. The date got nearer and nearer I got more and more excited. Tony came round less and less frequently. The day arrived of the gig Tony showed up and proudly announced we were all going to Exeter ... "what?" I asked politely half expecting a joke at my expense. "yeah my sister left it too late to get the tickets and they were sold out. So we're going to Exeter to see the UK Subs instead." To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. At this point despite being a partial skinhead and hanging around with some paid up members of the skinhead fraternity I'd never been a punk fan so hadn't a clue of any songs the Subs had done. We travelled to Exeter stopping along the way at Maiden Castle at which point I gave a brief history lesson about the Iron age fort that I'd read. I say brief because I was told to "shut up you boring git." We then found our way in deepest darkest Devon and it was looking less and less likely that I was going to London, even when we did a u turn on dual carriage way to go back to the previous pub which was still open. This scared the shit out of the motorcyclist that was baring down on us at a rate of knots with saucer like Tom & Jerry cartoon eyes filling the whole of his visor.
Bladders empty and then refilled with fizzing vegetable based falling down drinks we again joine the route to Exeter. Joy. Although the gig was rather good and more packed than any I'd seen in Bournemouth and Charlie Harper was exceptionally nice and bought me a pint and a quick chat about my fanzine etc. and I'd finally gotten around to using my best Benny Hill Joke (I walked into the George and Dragon pub in Exeter and asked the barmaid if "George was in?" Oh how she laughed...). It was my first taste of Oranjeboom lager, it was all the bar had, thankfully it was also my last. We left after the old beer soaked fella beside us decided he was a chicken and left a large brown steaming egg under his barstool. Shortly after this we headed into town to find the delights of Exeter ... they were shut so we hit the burger king instead (see picture). Thus fortified we headed to the gig. The gig finished and we found out from some fellow gig goers that there was a soul do at the Cavern (yes there's one in Exeter too) which was a lot more fun for me as even though I am allergic to dancing I actually knew the songs and stood there nodding appreciatively in time with the music pint in hand. I talked with a student from (funnily enough), Bournemouth for a while and handed out the last remaining copies of my fanzine, badly spelt though it was. With the evening over and one of our number although happily in a relationship deciding he'd rather break his marriage vows than sleep alone and as it turned out on the grass in front of the DVLA building all night with one petrol soaked sleeping bag between the three of us. What a night so I started talking about the star constellations I could see .. once again "Shut up you boring git." Deciding that I didn't like sleeping on grass and getting high on 4 star petrol and the tramp over the way was eyeing us up in a funny way, (I was a handsome lad and feared that I would be raped, hence the reason I've never been in prison), I decided to walk around all night stealing road signs to pass the time. It was the second longest night of my life. In the morning after several hours of trying to awake the lads by throwing pine cones at their still drunken slumbering heads we moved off. Tony rose and brushed aside all the pine cones around him and I presented him with the road signs so he could decorate his flat some more. I was dropped off home and slept or the rest of the day. I was still annoyed about not seeing L7 but hey, all in all it had been ... an experience. Not until the following week had I discovered that a member of the band had raffled herself of as a prize at the gig we were supposed to go to. I'm not saying that I may have won, but I'm certain I'd have had more of a chance if we'd actually gone to the gig rather than sleeping with two other skinheads in Exeter.
I've always wanted to be groupie but ever since that 'incident' and restraining order with Justine From Elastica...

http://www.sendspace.com/file/59muyo L7 - L7

http://www.sendspace.com/file/or6os1 L7 - Smell The Magic

http://www.sendspace.com/file/2pgrw3 L7 - Bricks Are heavy

http://www.sendspace.com/file/3oi6tb L7 - Hungry For Stink

http://www.sendspace.com/file/oykc0o L7 - The Beauty Process

http://www.sendspace.com/file/vbtd51 L7 - Slap Happy

3 Feb 2007

"A bond of trust has been abused something of value may be lost give up your job squander your cash - be rash just hold on to your friends"



You know turkeys are ugly birds aren't they? Really they are the worst looking birds you could imagine (apart from some of those I've been out with ... oops my mysoginy is showing). Kind of like Scrotums with beaks. It's no wonder we eat them, you wouldn't want one as a pet would you? Budgies, cockatiels, parrots of all shapes, colours and sizes yes birds that do things and give the impression of affection... (unlike those that I've been out with) a bird with all the asthetic charm of a 90 year old lady's tit? No . It's like the bloke in charge of creating turkeys was having a lie in that morning and all the bird resources where used up by the bloke in charge of making those mentalist birds in Borneo's jungles. Bernard Mathews should get a medal if you ask me. If ever something needed to be extinct it's the turkey. Maybe we could burn them instead of fossil fuels? Global warming stopped and every one will like the smell (apart from the veggies and food nazis vegans but, fuck 'em). Maybe we could paint them white and float them off the coast of the arctic? Then they'd reflect sunlight and therefore another eco disaster averted.
I'm just venting my spleen at the world for no particular reason ... apart from the usual ones. I dreamt I was at my old job again the other night bloody brain why can't we reinstall our brains' version of windows. (mine would be Windows '69 and would come on a quarter inch tape and make those noises that they made in the movies like Billion Dollar Brain). In this dream I was nekkid and guess who walks into the room? Yup t'knees from up t'north. Bleeding brain just because I filled it with useless info, music and pornographic images. My hard drive doesn't hate me so why should my brain? I should be in a good mood really as I'm beginning to get interviews to my job requests. I just wish I could get a job doing what I like. But then who the hell would pay me to do this? Failing that I'd like to work on the radio. I couldn't be any worse than those idiots on the local station "great mates" types it's as if Smashy & Nicey hadn't exsisted.

Anyway heres todays posts. I've upped some Dub Reggae compilations and a requested repost of Madness' First Step Beyond.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/3qsoer First Step + Covers

http://www.sendspace.com/file/6s1g8m Alternate link
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8r88gp Dub - More Bass Culture
http://www.sendspace.com/file/yeuoqx Dub - A Journey In Bass Culture