Michael Jacksons album Bad was actually insired by an obscure video game called Michael Jackson: Moonwalker
OK, so I am going to admit I am a geek. A big one, but in the world of todayÂ that’sÂ actually quite handy. For example the veryÂ digitalÂ pages you have before you were put together by this pair of rather soft hands. Now how is relevantÂ to you writing on the blog I hear you cry. Well am gonna chat about the geeky topic of video games.
THe embodyment of 2009, Barack Obama - From www.badpaintingsofbarackobama.com
You may have managed to work your new fangel wireless devices that you got for Christmas to listen to BCB to catch our music review show for 2009… It’s been a funny old year in music and personally I am of the opinion not a massive triumph. Don’t get me wrong there has been a massive range of fantastic new albums but the whole year just seems to have been a little slow, I have spent more time looking into musical archives this year seeking out wonderful little gems….
This week’s show had ice, 1950s hipsters. I jived well clear of Kerouac and kept the noise beats real fly. If you gaters feel like popping some rhyme waves in your noise cans but failed to reach down on in your pads yesterday then cak face not. For below is the entire interview (45 slick mins) with Max Decharne vomiting about his book/dictionary Straight From the Fridge, Dad. I would like to draw your attention to the end segment where he gives some great music and movie recommendations.
[podcast]http://www.bcbradio.co.uk/musicblog/wp-content/uploads/hip/Hip_part1.mp3[/podcast] Part 1
[podcast]http://www.bcbradio.co.uk/musicblog/wp-content/uploads/hip/Hip_part2.mp3[/podcast] Part 2
Just a few of the tracks we rolled were;
Jumpin Jive – Cab Calloway
Three Alley Cats – Roy Hall
(no idea) – Doctor Sausage and His Five Pork Chops.
The Show brings you intresting culture so you don’t have to find it yourself. Hopefully this week we will be having a poetry slam as a follow up. With our attempts at beat poems.
If I do not appear inÂ photographicÂ form in a blog post then it is important that I put my name in the title, or the old ego will begin to suffer. AnyhowÂ beyondÂ that I would like to draw yourÂ attentionÂ to an album that slipped past my radar. Back from June now. I am taking the view that if this is news to me, then it might be news to other people.
Now that you have recovered from the incredibly witty title that I have conjured for the benefit of your eyes you can turn your attention to the post below.
So I went over to meet Alabama 3 on Thursday, Brixton’s ageing hipsters who have been going since 1997 [crikey, does that make them aging? I'm well past it then!- ed]. You might first have heard them when one of their tunes was used as The Soparnos theme. You can play the interview at the bottom of this blog. I was not quite sure who I was going to be given to talk to, and it turned out to be keyboardist Orlando Harrison (Larry Love was eating his dinner). He chatted about the new album and the rest of the band. Apparently they are not allowed in the same room for interviews; I guess that’s what happens when you have been on tour for a million years. He was a lovely gent and spoke with pride about his work. Katie also came along and asked him the world’s most difficult question. I edited out the 20 minute pause when she asks it.
We stayed for the gig, but unfortunately it was a slightly disappointing affair, possibly because it was the end of the tour, the sound was not quite right and they’re touring an album that does not exist. I would heartily recommend you catch up with all their albums if you have not done so on Spotify already. Click here for Hit and Exit Wounds from a few years back for a good introduction and Exile on Coldharbour Lane is simply an incredible album.
However, on the night I found myself thinking it might have been better, after the interesting chat with Orlando, to go and see Charlotte Hatherley who was playing in Leeds the same night, would have been a rather nice contrast and her recent work is rather intresting.
Well its been a bloody while, eh, eh don’t you think? Pull upÂ a pew and listen to myÂ rantyÂ scribbles once more. To me the best form of journalism is ill-informed journalism. This tends to lead to far more adventitious stories; the kind of stories that stop you in your tracks (if you’re a train) or just stop you if you’re a human; the kind of stories that you don’t believe because they sound so mind bogglingly impossible, yet must be true as they exist in print or on our blog. I mean if you cannot trust the Internet who can you trust? Would the world have been a more interesting place if we were informed that the recently passing of Michael Jackson (‘This Is It’ review coming soon!) was actually a killer sting operation by MI6 to defend the security of our believed nation. It would not be true but it would make for a bloody good read. Anyhow I seem to be going off topic, however a blog posted is thought out and edited so everything I have left in could quite easily have been taken out by me and replaced by real content thus its kind of impossible to go off topic. ANYHOW! my point is I am in no wayÂ qualifiedÂ to talk about these topics and have no authority to do so, but shall anyhow. If you’re cool with this then pray continue…
I am woefully aware that I have been neglecting my posting duties these last few weeks through the need to go on holiday and subsequently catch up on everything I missed once I had been away. So I thought I might just post out some old content post haste as a cheap alternative to writing a full blog post. A couple of Youtube videos of some of the bands I managed to drag into the show, I have a few more kicking about so will probably add to this in a few more weeks. I do rather regret not filming the entire songs and in future will endeavour to do this. I will also mention that I got told off when super Jonny K were playing in the studio for being too loud…sorry albo!
So, image the scene: 2007, a few of us sit around the sink in some student halls rather excitedly. Our party is greeted by an extra member who turns up with a small paper bag, its contents known to all of us.Â A small ripple of excitement overcomes the group.Â He handles the bag in the same manner one might handle some highly illegal pornographic material.
The lad opens the bag and takes a vile of the stuff.
â€œIs it working?â€ I pipe in with
â€œGive it chanceâ€ replies the chappy.
A moment passes, I glance at the ipod dock/clock. The clock appears to be out to some degree, I contemplate this momently trying to think of a poetic comparison to the current situation, however after a moment’s of pondering I decided it was inconsequential to the activities we were about to partake in.
My last post regarding noise music and experimental sounds got me thinking about something I always enjoy asking musicians when we have them on the show. You see musicians hate to be pinned down and pigeon holed. But on The Show we are all about the holes that the pigeons live in. Thus I have asked a variety of musical guests what they would class there music as.Â It seems a common occurrence for these bands to invent their very own genre in effect rendering the pigeon holing technique employed by myself useless, but given the fact they have just made something up they may as well have just used the band name and called it the genre right? The musicians may think they have won, however in order to create something original they have had to go to some lengths and say something like ‘post new wave inspired foke indie’. Thus sounding like fools in the process and everyone knows that being in a band is ALL about been cool, right?