>Over under sideways down

>My mate, Martin McWilliam, is a bit of a talent.

He’s a ceramic artist, based up close to Bremen.
Gets invited all over the world to exhibit his
trompe l’oeil pieces and they really are quite exquisite.

Big, big pieces. And only 10 cm deep.

When I saw him a month or so ago in Höhr-Grenzhausen at an exhibition, he had some new work that involved displaying the front and the back of the piece on one plane.

We got talking about how he was going to start running out of ideas in about 6 years – back/front, front/back, left/right, right/left, top/bottom. bottom/top.

Retire. Nothing else to do.

But here’s a song that’ll give him ideas for at least 10 more years of productive and profitable work..

My commision will be reasonable…..

The Yardbirds – Over under sideways down

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age,
Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking,
Till I’ve spent my wage.
When I was young people spoke of immorality,
All the things they said were wrong,
Are what I want to be.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I find comment ’bout my looks irrelativity,
Think I’ll go and have some fun,
‘Cos it’s all for free.
I’m not searching for a reason to enjoy myself,
Seems it’s better done,
Than argued with somebody else.

(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Over under sideways down…

Can’t find the mp3 for this one.

Ian Dury’ll have to do, then.

He probably says it best, anyway….

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>Nobel Laureate 2057

>Lauritz Weil.

Remember the name and mark your diary.

Simon and Sophie came round the other day and Lauritz (3) tagged along too.

He’s as bright as a button. Tells you all about megapixels and studying insects through a microscope and setting fire to paper with a magnifying glass.

And then he asks” Who’s the boss of Germany?”

And says ” Angela Merkel”

And his parents do a “don’t ask us” look and say “He hangs out with the big guys and just seems to sponge it up…”

Yeah, right.

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>His Bobness in Mannheim – 30 April 2007

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Go to bed with the melody of “Like a Rolling Stone” still in your head from the concert in the SAP Arena in Mannheim last and wake up to Dave Gilmour and Robert Wyatt singing “Comfortably numb” at the Meltdown Festival in 2001.

24 hours of concert films on 3Sat.

And the sun’s shining

And today’s a holiday.

We must be in heaven, man!!

Bit worried last night, though

“Cat’s in the well” was just a wall of dull, muddy sound and I thought “Fuck, he we go again. Ice hockey stadium. Same as Clapton in Cologne last year”

Quick as flash, they had it sorted and we had almost 2 hours (started right on the button at 7:30) of stuff that you just know that no-one will hear in that form ever again – bits of “Pinball Wizard” dropped into “Stuck inside of Mobile”, “Nettie Moore” sounds like “Blackbird” re-mixed.

And – as usual – recognition of “Blowing in the wind” only kicks in at the chorus.

Mentioned that to Hans-Willi, my journalist mate across the road after a concert in Frankfurt a couple of years back and he said
“We’ll, it’s obvious (innit, Brian) – you accessed Dylan through his lyrics, he hooked us on the melodies. Change the melody and he loses his (40+ ) German audience until we pick up a lyric we recognise.”

And – being a predominantly 40+ German audience, the fucking Metro(G)nomes kick in as soon as he goes into 4/4.

Which is thankfully rarely.

Here’s the playlist with a couple of alternate takes, bootleg cuts, unexpected artists and a cracker at the end – Wolfgang Ambros does “Like a Rolling Stone” in Austrian.

Clap along in 4/4 if you feel like it.

Cat’s In The Well – Bob Dylan from Under The Red Sky
It Ain’t Me, Babe – Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash from The Essential Johnny Cash
Watching The River Flow (Don’t have it. If someone would care to help out, I’d be well pleased)
Don’t think twice, it’s alright – Elvis Presley from Elvis
To Ramona – Bob Dylan from Another Side Of Bob Dylan
Rollin’ And Tumblin’ – Bob Dylan from Modern Times
Spirit On The Water – Bob Dylan from Modern Times
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again [Alternate Take] – Bob Dylan from No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7)
When The Deal Goes Down – Bob Dylan from Modern Times

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum – Bob Dylan from Love & Theft
My back pages – Byrds from Younger than yesterday
Tangled Up In Blue – Bob Dylan And His Band from Live At The Phoenix, March 20, 2004
Nettie Moore – Bob Dylan from Modern Times
Highway 61 Revisited [Alternate Take] – Bob Dylan from No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7)
Blowin’ In The Wind – Joan Baez from Forrest Gump

Encore

Thunder On The Mountain – Bob Dylan from Modern Times
Allan wia a Stein – Wolfgang Ambros from Das Beste Von Wolfgang Ambros

Plus Al Kooper as a bonus. Sort of a “thank you” for the organ riff.

Am I Wrong – Al Kooper from Black Coffee

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>Don’t ask me (about Toykult) – #6

>Some family.

Jane Hamlyn (Mum) is one of the world’s leading salt glaze potters.

A couple of years ago, I said “Of course, someone as famous as you are…” to which she said “I’m not famous”

I sent her the first 5 pages of Google hits….

Ted Hamlyn (Dad) is more retiring than he should be. He’s often just referred to as “Ted Hamlyn, the artist” which doesn’t do him justice. Look for yourself.

Jim Hamlyn is a lecturer at Gray’s School of Art in Aberdeen, specialising in convergent media. His web presence gives you an idea of the installation works he’s done. His book “Shorthand Basho” is a treat.

And then there’s Tom Hamlyn.

Mixed media artist
Toy designer
Electronic artist
Musician

That’s where I heard about Toykult. (Tom Hamlyn, Martin Bennett, Franck Chionna)

If you like

Jeff Buckley – The Smiths – The Strokes – The Stranglers – The Sex Pixtols – Softcell – Blur – Goldie Lookin’ Chain – The Gorillaz – Oasis – The Verve – Ennio Morricone – Jimi Hendrix – Joy Division – The Gang of Four – Echo and the BunnyMen – The Stooges – Xnorophis – Iggy Pop – Ninja Tune – Herbalizer – Amon Tobin, Nick Cave – PJ Harvey – Beck – Bowie – CAN – Captain BeefHeart – Ash – Death in Vegas – Goldfrapp – David Holmes – Franz Ferdinand – The Rakes – Gotan Project – Ian Brown – The Stone Roses – Happy Mondays – Keane – Lou Reed – Lamb – Led Zeppelin – The Manic Street Preachers – Manu Chao – The Specials – Massive Attack – Metric – Money Mark – Nigel Birch & The Flea Pit Orchestra – Nouvelle Vague – Nirvana – Osibisa – Outkast – PIL – Prince – Public Enemy – Pulp Radiohead – Rage Against The Machine – Roots Manuva – Siouxie and the Banshees – Sparklehorse – Stereo MC’s – Steel Pulse – Stereolab – The Fall – The Pixies – The Undertones Thin Lizzy – ACDC – Tom Waits – Velvet Underground – Zero 7

there’s a fair chance you’ll like Montreal band Toykult.

New album “Sow Loco” out soon (Or already? Not sure)

Give them a listen at MySpace

And here’s a real track from Sow Loco

Le Smile craquant

Plus some stuff that Tom did a couple of years back

Celebrity

Living in a bag

Backing courtesy Booker T and the MGs, lyrics and the rest by Tom.

And here’s Green Onions, for good measure

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>A boy named Massimiliano

>Now, I don’t think that I have a particularly dirty mind, but this architect’s name did catch my eye….

If I were him, I think I might have been tempted to change my name.

To Bill.

Or George.

Any goddamn thing but Massimiliano

Here’s Johnny Cash on the subject, anyway.

And it does remind of going out for dinner with Isla and Bill to a fairly flash place which had chicken in aspic on the menu.

“Aspic?” says Bill ” That doesn’t sound very appetising”

“Would you eat ASpic, John? I think I’ll give it a miss. ASpic! Well, I’ll be blowed! I’ve never seen ASpic on a menu before…”

Accompanied by shushing noises, kicks under the table and venomous whispers of “Will you boys please behave?”

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>31 songs – Part 3

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Suicide’s “Frankie Teardrop” is ten and a half minutes of genuinely terrifying industrial noise, a sort of aural equivalent of “Eraserhead”. Like David Lynch’s film, it conveys a chilling, bleak, monochrome dystopia, full of blood-curdling shrieks and clangs although I seem to remember that the movie offered the odd moment of respite, an occasional touch of bizarre and malformed hope. whereas “Frankie Teardrop” offers none at all.

If you haven’t heard it and still wish to, set an evening aside, make sure you’re not alone in the room (experiencing the song through headphones, incidentally, will almost certainly result in hospitalisation) and take the following day off work.

Says Nick Hornby in his book.

This rest of the selection pales into insignificance…
(Although Aimee Mann I like a lot, Paul Westerberg was new for me, Teenage Fanclub is Byrd-esque enough to transport me back 4 decades and “First I look at the purse” is almost as good as the Contours’ version on “John Lennon’s Jukebox)


11. I’ve Had It – Aimee Mann – Whatever
12. Born For Me – Paul Westerberg – Nick Hornby/31 Songs
13. Frankie Teardrop – Suicide – Suicide
14. Ain’t That Enough – Teenage Fanclub – Nick Hornby/31 Songs
15. First I Look At The Purse – J. Geils Band – Live Full House


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>The Midweek Mixtape – 25 April 2007

>Slight gravity-induced delay. Sorry about that

Mix and Match #5

Well, I’d like “Thunder and Lightning if that prick Collins wasn’t singing it.

But there’s some choice stuff on here.

The Spoonful, who wrote so many perfect pop songs
Bonnie Raitt can’t put a foot wrong with me.
Joe Vitale squeaks through because he’s Joe Walsh’s mate
Karla Bonoff. So fragile
Levon Helm did some wonderful post-Band stuff. This is one. And his daughter’s trucking on with Ollabelle. Worth a listen.
Carlen Carter really is cool. Most of her vinyls are choice. And then, of course, there’s the time she went on stage and proclaimed “We’re here to put the c*nt back into country.” Not knowing that Mum (June Carter) and Dad (Johnny Cash) were in the audience, sinking way down in their seats in mortification…
Atlanta Rhythm Section. Still my sort of band.
Palmer. Always
I heard Clifton Chenier on the radio in the car over here (I know exactly where…) and I haven’t stopped buying zydeco and cajun since.

“Jessica” was playing on the record player when Peter Wroe turned up 1972 to audition for a room in the house we shared in Hounslow under the flight path. You’d normally go down to the pub with the candidates (individually, of course – they were buying…..) and see if they were a good fit. A good fit is when they didn’t keel over after 5 pints.

Pete came in and said “Jessica”.

He was in as far as I was concerned. And he didn’t keel over.
The Weight. One of the truly great songs of the century.
Bonnie Raitt again. That’s OK, too.
Rock and roll doctor. Another of the greats that no-one knows.
And Moon Martin, the poor man’s Andy Warhol lookalike.

What a shit hot tape.

1. Bette Davis eyes – Kim Carnes – Bette Davis eyes
2. Another ticket – Eric Clapton – Another ticket
3. You didn’t have to be so nice – Lovin’ Spoonful – The Lovin’ Spoonful
4. Thunder and lightning – Phil Collins – Face value
5. Too long at the fair – Bonnie Raitt – Give it up
6. Man gonna love you – Joe Vitale – Plantation Harbor
7. Lose again – Karla Bonoff – Karla Bonoff
8. Pirates (So Long Lonely Avenue) – Rickie Lee Jones – Pirates
9. You got me – Levon Helm and the RCO All-Stars – Levon Helm and the RCO All-Stars
10. Accidentally like a martyr – Warren Zevon – Excitable boy
11. Where do you think you’re going – Dire Straits – Communique
12. I’m so cool – Carlene Carter – Musical Shapes
13. Champagne jam – Atlanta Rhythm Section – Champagne Jam
14. Here with you tonight – Robert Palmer – Pressure Drop
15. Ma Mama Ma Dit (My Momma Told Me) – Clifton Chenier – Bogalusa boogie
16. Jessica – Allman Brothers Band – Best Of The Test
17. Hard Nose The Highway – Van Morrison – Hard Nose the Highway
18. The Weight – The Band – Across The Great Divide
19. Love has no pride – Bonnie Raitt – Give it up
20. Rock and roll doctor – Little Feat – Feats don’t fail me now
21. Your Bright Baby Blues – Jackson Browne – The Pretender
22. No chance – Moon Martin – Escape from domination

Mix and Match #5.mp3 82MB 1:29:07

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>Simon says

>Simon (8) and Sophie (6), our neighbours and young friends from up the road turned up the other day in a state of moderate panic.

Someone gave Simon an iPod with a couple of songs already loaded and forgot to leave the USB cable.

This would send me into a state of panic. And I’m 50 years older than him….

So they turned up in the hope that I’d have an iPod (yes, of course) and I’d lend him the USB cable (yes, of course). And how much music have you actually got?

So Sophie turned up after school yesterday to ask if-Simon-could please-have-a few-tracks-of-the-15,000-odd-you’ve-got-on-the-hard-drive-and-could-you-please-help
-us-get-them-onto-the-iPod?

So they chose (with a little encouragement at times, but mostly with comments like “Cool” and “Wow”)

Toad The Wet Sprocket – Walk On The Ocean – John
Söhne Mannheims – Wenn Du Schläfst – Simon
Rod Stewart – Every Picture Tells A Story – John
Robbie Williams – Strong – Simon/John
Red Hot Chili Peppers – The Zephyr Song – Simon/John
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Stadium Arcadium – Simon
Nine Days – Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) – John
Mutton Birds – While You Sleep – John
Jeff Beck – Sophie – Sophie (this one courtesy of Jefito)
James Taylor & Carly Simon – Mockingbird – John
James Gang – Walk away – John
James Blunt – You’re Beautiful – Simon (for sure…)
Don McGlashan – I Will Not Let You Down – John
Bob Dylan – Like a Rolling Stone – John

Not a bad selection, Simon.

You’ll do.

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>The death of disintermediation

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This fits nicely into a discussion I’ve been having off and on with Andrew Dubber at New Music Strategies – that the laws of economics have been turned on their heads in the digital world.

The discussions frequently end with the riposte from Dubber along the lines of “Surely even you see that this is different to
traditional economics…”.

Which reminds me of exchanges I had with a CIO of one of my customers who used to start sentences off “With all due respect, John…” to which I would say “What you’re really saying, Richard, is : Listen, you stupid prick..”.
At which he’d smile.

(Dubber, I’m joking. Sort of)

But what happened on Friday underpins my thesis that the flood of available (free) music is approaching/has approached a tipping point where sensory overload will (has/) become) counter-productive in the same way that Bill McKibben experienced his enforced watching of 1000 hours of TV in “The age of missing information” in 1992.

And that this will result in the emergence of service providers who will be our personal shoppers for media.

And that there’s business model that will work.

It’s happened in online travel portals, where people who originally abandoned their travel agents to get the best deals directly are now finding that the marginal cost (in time) of getting the best deal is too great to justify.
And they’re returning to the same travel agents who have now reinvented themselves to fit the market need.

I first discovered Jefito’s blog less than a year ago after noticing an uncanny clustering of songs that I liked on HypeMachine and their source.

In the intervening time, he’s helped me discover huge chunks of music, I’ve been able to give him some back, I’ve enjoyed his writing and wit enormously and been privileged to get involved in some Good Works at Bloggers for a Cure.

So – just after I’d declared to Dubber that I’d be prepared to pay some form of subscription for Jeff’s services as talent scout – when his host dropped him like a hot potato for swamping their servers and he asked for some contributions for the upfront costs for the switch to a new, more enlightened host, I thought I’d be a bit of a bastard if I told Dubber I’d be prepared to pay and then not

So I contributed what equates to 50c a week for a year. Which is fuck-all when you think about it.

And then the new hosting service killed him on Friday.

Now, I don’t know Jeff Giles, but from what you can make out from his interweb presence, if he knocked on the door, we’d invite him in for dinner and ask him if he needed a bed for the night. And he could stay for as long as he wanted, actually.

All I know for sure is that he’s a skilled writer with profound knowledge of music and pop culture. He proves that week for week.

And Bloggers for a Cure proves without doubt that he’s a good person.

And he appears to have a nice family. Which I think he probably deserves.

But he’s too popular forwhat he’s doing at the moment and it makes hosting providers nervous. Nervous? It gives them the shits.

So last Friday probably went like this.

My guess – based on a bit of experience with one of the biggest commercial data centres in Europe – is that Jefito’s provider was running pretty hot.

Their business plan probably didn’t include a major capex in a big shiny new server (which whacks the unit cost up until economies of scale kick in again) and they were probably trying to squeak by with load management.

I started getting “Server timeout” and “Unavailable” on Thursday which was unusual in my experience.

And along comes Jefito – bless his cotton socks – with around half a gigabyte. Within 7 hours

07;00 – Mixtape 100MB
12:30 – Bootleg City Tom Petty 110MB
14:00 – Bootleg City Van Morrison 150MB

Multiplied by what. 100? 200? 500?

(In comparison – Croz gets 2000 hits when he posts Dylans’ TTRH of a Thursday, but you’re “only” (sic) looking at a 90MB download.)

And all of us who have been lurking around in the shadows all week – because Jeff’s had satellite problems due to the sloppy white stuff – come ripping in like Attilla the Hun.

Every bastard and his brother starts downloading as if there’s no tomorrow – did we know something, or what? -, the alarm bells start ringing in the data centre over at Mr and Mrs Host Provider’s house, the core starts melting down and they start looking for culprits.

Sure, they’ve got a copyright clause writ large in the contract, but they’ll turn a blind eye as long as they’re ticking over quite happily.

But as soon as things go pear-shaped, they’ll pull the wild card and close Jefito down.

Do not pass Go, do not get your 2 years’ upfront back. At least he doesn’t go to jail.

I don’t know what Jefito wants to do going forward.

I don’t know how his business model/life goal works, but if he wants to keep doing this – and I really, really hope he does – he’s going to have to rethink his approach.

Which is where we have to try to square the circle.

So this is an open letter to Jeff, based on the sort of structure I’ve used successfully with customers to make sure they’re getting the product they want and to make sure that they know what they really want you – as a supplier – to do for them.

1. What do you want to achieve with your website?
Are you looking to make money directly via advertising/product/commission? Are you looking to grow a user base that will help you leverage your other jobs? Are you using it to get a reputation in the industry by word of mouth? Are you doing it because you enjoy sharing your love of music with other people.Or do you just want to have a lot of friends?

2. Do you think people are prepared to pay something for what you do for them? Do you KNOW if people are prepared to pay something for what you do for them? Have you thought of finding out? Or do you have a personal problem with charging for what you do?

3. What are the legal risks involved into turning the site into a non-profit/non-loss unit?

4. What are the legal risks of continuing as is?

5. Are you in a position to risk-manage them?

Chew over this idea:

– Get someone to analyse your traffic log and look at spreading your stuff over the week more, so that you don’t frighten the hosting providers. Do their load management for them

– Put up a poll and ask the right questions about price sensitivity

– If you get the commitment, use more than one host

– Constrain accessibility if you have to.

– In the meantime, ask around your mates whether they’d have any bandwidth available

I do.

You can have some

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>Don’t ask me (about Barry McKenzie) #5

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Oh I hope all your chooks turn to emus,
And kick your dunnie down flat to the grass,

I hope your balls turn to bicycle wheels,

And backpedal up your arse.

I hope every la-di-da pommie like you,
Gets the trots when he swallows a plum,
Go and dip your left eye in hot cockie shit,
And stick your head up a dead bear’s bum

These remarks suggest the most significant elements evident in the film music tracks we are about to explore, namely: comedy and satire directed towards Australian struggles to assert cultural identity in the 1970s; musical intertextuality insofar as the film music track continually references familiar songs and Western/Anglophone musical items; and popular music’s role in Australian culture.

This is unbelievable stuff! It’s all from here. Someone’s actually taken an academic look at Barry McKenzie

And it gets better…

The song structure is changed by the incorporation of some other musical sections, but all the elements of the song are retained. The cue begins at the airport scene. Initially it is a simple bass line marking out two alternating chords (E flat major and C minor). After 13 bars the string chords implied by the bass-line become prominent with the bass notes still underpinning the cue. At bar 21 the string chords are played tremolo, adding to the suspense. There is a build up to bar 25 where the choir enters singing “Bar-ry Mc-Ken-zie,” a rising harmonised melodic hook that is later used at various dramatic parts of the narrative Such aspects of proximity and cultural transition are reinforced by the elements of difference highlighted in the stopover scene incorporated into this title sequence.

Back to reality..

Barry McKenzie was a comic strip figment of the imagination of one of Australia’s most brilliant satirists, Barry Humphries.

Naive as they come and doing his OE in London the late 60’s, his major (only?) interests were getting pissed and getting his leg over.

Sounds vaguely familiar…

Private Eye ran the series and delivered flimsy 45s to subscribers with gems such as

“All Pommies are bastards, bastards and worse
And England is the arsehole of the universe”

Or
Chunder in the old Pacific sea.mp3

Or
One eyed trouser snake.mp3

The Aussie Gummint supposedly even fronted up some cash to produce 2 films, not having the vaguest clue about what they were getting for their money.

Much blue-rinsed ranting ensued when the first film came out with classic lines such as:

Barry: Now listen mate, I need to splash the boots. You know, strain the potatoes. Water the horses. You know, go where the big knobs hang out. Shake hands with the wife’s best friend? Drain the dragon? Siphon the python? Ring the rattlesnake? You know, unbutton the mutton? Like, point Percy at the porcelain?

Blanch: I think he wants to go to the loo….

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