This is my new happy place.
I’m sorry but this is pretty cute.
This may seem a strange post for a girl who saw Fucked Up on Tuesday night, Off! on Wednesday night and just grabbed herself Henry Rollins tickets. The Shaggs. Love the music or not, it’s an incredible story, especially when contrasted with the overly-manufactured and produced to within an inch of its life world we live in.
From the BBC: It’s a bizarre tale of a 1960s girl group who were forced to rehearse by their overbearing father. They were secluded from society, home schooled, and music was banned in the home. The result is what music sounds like when made by those who have heard practically no music in their entire lives. It’s a weird and fascinating cacophony, ironically now considered by some to be music at it’s purest form. Kurt Cobain listed their album Philosophy of the World as his number 5 favourite album of all time and Frank Zappa described them as being better than The Beatles.
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But this is my friend’s website. If you like your music looooowd and understand why Slash is called Slash oh no wait it’s called shredding isn’t it not slashing so confused you might like it.
Last night I went to see a doco on Eddie Izzard’s life followed by a Q&A with the great man. The world is lucky to have him in it. Not least because of things like this, “Izzard ran his final marathon in five hours and 30 seconds, narrowly outside his projected time. However, had he not stopped and waited 20 minutes for his film crew to catch up with him he could have finished well under his target time.” He was running 43 marathons in 51 days for charity.
Afterwards I dreamt he and I were best friends and let me tell you, he makes an awesome friend. If ever you have the chance to cross paths with Mr Izzard, do.
I can’t guarantee this isn’t staged but you know what, I really don’t care if it is. It bought so much joy to the lucky people there and despite having watched it ooooh maybe 100 times now, I still see someone/something new in it. It kind of sums up society for me a bit, it don’t matter about age, race, sex or creed, some people are idiots, but most people rock. Be like Jeremy Fry and don’t let not knowing all the words to Living On A Prayer stop you from having a dance.
I love asking people who are really into their music if there was one song that began it all for them. That kind of cracked it all wide open. For me it was this song. I think I was about 13 sneakily listening to my headphones when I should have been well asleep & this came on the whatever obscure radio station I was listening to. I remember sitting bolt upright & concentrating really really hard to force the name of the band into my brain when they back announced it. I reckon it’s stood the test of time pretty bloody well. Not sure the same could be said about me but we live in hope.
Dean Martin’s burger recipe. Awesome.
Holy moly dust off the Lillet bottle..
Godwin’s law (also known as Godwin’s Rule of Nazi Analogies or Godwin’s Law of Nazi Analogies) is a humorous observation made by Mike Godwin in 1990 that has become an Internet adage. It states: “As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1 (100%).” In other words, Godwin put forth the hyperbolic observation that, given enough time, in any online discussion—regardless of topic or scope—someone inevitably criticizes some point made in the discussion by comparing it to beliefs held by Hitler and the Nazis.
Is this true? It just happened to me reading about the London riots kicking on at the moment, but is a discussion about how annoying Leann Rimes is on Twitter really going to end in Hitler/Nazi comparison tears? Damn pop culture is fascinating. I just wish it were mathematical algorithms or the like that floated my boat. Although I would win less meat trays at pub trivia if that were the case I guess.
Dirty, cold, exhausting, splendid.
It’s no secret around these traps that I’ll be marrying Bruce S (sorry Patti) or at least have a torrid affair (again, sorry Patti). When I was a young(er) tiddliwink, I was entranced by the tale of my friend’s Dad going to see a Bruce concert & hearing that he played for 4 solid hours & when he ran out of his own songs, he started playing other people’s. Seriously, when you think about the majority of “musicians” pouting on the Grammy red carpet these days, it’s a joke. So, instead of doing work towards my livelihood as I should be tonight, I’m utubing Bruce. And damned if my first search didn’t pan me some strike it lucky gold. Bruce & Brian from The Gaslight Anthem. Please watch all the way thru. There are no words.