Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Brighton Gig with The Nightingales and Ted Chippington
Facebook event here https://www.facebook.com/events/724902210875001/
I'm really looking forward to it- I love the Prince Albert, love the Nightingales.... it's gonna be a stunna!
And the song French Footsteps is there, to your right.... It never got released and it's a slightly different version to the one of the CD (which is coming out very soon!)
If you want more instant updates I've got a Twitter account. I am @mccookerybook and probably don't use it as much as this, but every so often I have a spontaneous burst of twittering and post twittersongs up there.
More stuff to come.
I've spent the afternoon writing about Feminism and Anarcho-Punk but the printer has let me down again so I've given up- I wanted to read what I'd written so far on paper instead of on a screen.
Frustrating. But there's nothing on telly tonight so I'm dusting off my pen... fingers... keyboard (?) to do a bit more before the candle gutters out.
I'm really looking forward to it- I love the Prince Albert, love the Nightingales.... it's gonna be a stunna!
And the song French Footsteps is there, to your right.... It never got released and it's a slightly different version to the one of the CD (which is coming out very soon!)
If you want more instant updates I've got a Twitter account. I am @mccookerybook and probably don't use it as much as this, but every so often I have a spontaneous burst of twittering and post twittersongs up there.
More stuff to come.
I've spent the afternoon writing about Feminism and Anarcho-Punk but the printer has let me down again so I've given up- I wanted to read what I'd written so far on paper instead of on a screen.
Frustrating. But there's nothing on telly tonight so I'm dusting off my pen... fingers... keyboard (?) to do a bit more before the candle gutters out.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
WoofWoofWoofWoofWoof
Next door bought a dog. These are tiny houses and not really pet friendly, but that's really their business.
What they don't realise is that whenever they go out (which they seem to do a lot) the dog barks, barks, barks and howls (multiple variations of the howl) for hours at a time. I work at home a lot and I am feeling very sorry for the dog, and sometimes pretty grumpy, especially when the dog in the house on the other side starts howling. The dog on one side is an alto and the dog on the other is a soprano.
The owners of the first dog will get rid of their dog soon, which is another reason why I feel sorry for it. I think they only got it because that's what people do.
The others? Well, it's a thicker wall, I think, or maybe the dog is smaller and older. There's a tremble to it's howl, a desolate wail at its heart rather than the assertive multi-timbral experimentations of the new doggie.
Now I am becoming an expert in howling and I shall shortly be writing an academic paper on the subject, mark my words.
What they don't realise is that whenever they go out (which they seem to do a lot) the dog barks, barks, barks and howls (multiple variations of the howl) for hours at a time. I work at home a lot and I am feeling very sorry for the dog, and sometimes pretty grumpy, especially when the dog in the house on the other side starts howling. The dog on one side is an alto and the dog on the other is a soprano.
The owners of the first dog will get rid of their dog soon, which is another reason why I feel sorry for it. I think they only got it because that's what people do.
The others? Well, it's a thicker wall, I think, or maybe the dog is smaller and older. There's a tremble to it's howl, a desolate wail at its heart rather than the assertive multi-timbral experimentations of the new doggie.
Now I am becoming an expert in howling and I shall shortly be writing an academic paper on the subject, mark my words.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Every Single One Of...
.... London's 8-million population was on my northbound Northern Line tube train this evening.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Spam
Every so often, I enjoy a romp through my spam folder. A while ago, I was talking to a gay male friend who got lots of offers of breast surgery. At the time, I was being bombarded with Viagra ads.
We decided that they'd got us mixed up.
At the moment, it's people masquerading as banks that I don't even use trying to con me out of my bank details. I don't use internet banking partly because when I worked for a spell in a Business Resource Centre, I read all the banking mags (yes, I was very bored) which were full of stories about the banks refusal to report the massive scale of fraud to the authorities, because they thought the public would lose confidence in their security systems. That was in a pre-internet era but I can only imagine that it's even worse now.
I am also being offered a lot of tax refunds and I appear to be the Dear Friend of rather a lot of African princesses.
We decided that they'd got us mixed up.
At the moment, it's people masquerading as banks that I don't even use trying to con me out of my bank details. I don't use internet banking partly because when I worked for a spell in a Business Resource Centre, I read all the banking mags (yes, I was very bored) which were full of stories about the banks refusal to report the massive scale of fraud to the authorities, because they thought the public would lose confidence in their security systems. That was in a pre-internet era but I can only imagine that it's even worse now.
I am also being offered a lot of tax refunds and I appear to be the Dear Friend of rather a lot of African princesses.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Music and More
The see-saw of life keeps moving up, down...
Martin has recorded a song I wrote for a Theatre Group way back in the 1980s. It was for a version of The Beggar's Opera, (the original inspiration for Brecht and Weill's Threepenny Opera) a play originally written by John Gay that featured street songs with new lyrics. Brecht and Weill's songs have been recorded by all sorts of people- notably Louis Armstrong in this case, who recorded a swing version of Mack the Knife. But we started from scratch, using one or two of John Gay's streetwise lyrics but adding some new material of our own.
Dave Jago (the Helen and the Horns trombone player) and myself shared out the extra songs and we both wrote new songs for different characters in the play. This song was originally titled I'm in Love for the First Time and was sung by the actor who played Polly Peachum to the actor who played Mack the Knife, and played by our peculiar cobbled-together orchestra that featured some of the Horns, Dubula (from Dub Colossus) and Hammy Lee (from Transglobal Underground). No microphones either- just loud voices and lots of feeling!
The song came to life again in 1990 when I was unexpectedly invited to go to Berlin and given some free recording time and a gig at The Loft. I didn't have many new songs to record so I did an arrangement for this one, by converting the backing vocals that the Theatre Group sang into sax parts; later still, it made its first appearance on a CD, Helen and the Horns Etc, that was released on Near Shore Records. It bounces about a bit, I think; it bounced into Martin's ears and this is his lovely version!
https://soundcloud.com/the-daintees/love-for-the-first-time-radio
Martin has recorded a song I wrote for a Theatre Group way back in the 1980s. It was for a version of The Beggar's Opera, (the original inspiration for Brecht and Weill's Threepenny Opera) a play originally written by John Gay that featured street songs with new lyrics. Brecht and Weill's songs have been recorded by all sorts of people- notably Louis Armstrong in this case, who recorded a swing version of Mack the Knife. But we started from scratch, using one or two of John Gay's streetwise lyrics but adding some new material of our own.
Dave Jago (the Helen and the Horns trombone player) and myself shared out the extra songs and we both wrote new songs for different characters in the play. This song was originally titled I'm in Love for the First Time and was sung by the actor who played Polly Peachum to the actor who played Mack the Knife, and played by our peculiar cobbled-together orchestra that featured some of the Horns, Dubula (from Dub Colossus) and Hammy Lee (from Transglobal Underground). No microphones either- just loud voices and lots of feeling!
The song came to life again in 1990 when I was unexpectedly invited to go to Berlin and given some free recording time and a gig at The Loft. I didn't have many new songs to record so I did an arrangement for this one, by converting the backing vocals that the Theatre Group sang into sax parts; later still, it made its first appearance on a CD, Helen and the Horns Etc, that was released on Near Shore Records. It bounces about a bit, I think; it bounced into Martin's ears and this is his lovely version!
https://soundcloud.com/the-daintees/love-for-the-first-time-radio
Back to the Fray
It's been a busy sort of rest this Christmas with some great fun gigs, and some perspiration-inducing marking sessions with more to come. Being an academic reminds me of the way that caterpillars move: scrunched up to breaking point at regular intervals followed by a stretch and a spread. At the points where I'm up at six and marking by seven with a ten-hour session ahead, I feel like giving up; but then the sheer variety will kick in and I'm speeding ahead having a great time and feeling bloody useful too.
Everything constantly changes and seemingly momentous issues hang on a whisker.
Anyway, over and out for now.
(mis-written as over and pout; do you think I'm in for a glamorous 2014?)
Everything constantly changes and seemingly momentous issues hang on a whisker.
Anyway, over and out for now.
(mis-written as over and pout; do you think I'm in for a glamorous 2014?)
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Sunday, January 05, 2014
Gig Alert
Rrrants at The Camden Head tomorrow night- starts 7.30.
Martin will be joining me for some songs- and the other acts are always fabulous!
Martin will be joining me for some songs- and the other acts are always fabulous!
Some Music Reviews
I have been meaning to review these CDs for some time but I haven't had a gap to properly listen; today is a catch-up day and in between bouts of moving rubbish from one side of the house to the other ('tidying up'), I have been listening intently.
Snezhina Duevska heads the band No Frames, three women and a man who make powerful, sometimes punky, sometimes rocky and at other times surprisingly delicate music. I have heard Snezhina performing some of these tracks live and it's testament to her songwriting that the songs work just as well as solo performances as they do fully realised with a band. This CD, Positive Manipulation, demonstrates a very wide dynamic range of moods, all held together by her extremely powerful and dramatic voice. there is nothing false about Snezhina's singing style; forget the Britney sub-gospel purring or faux-naif girly-voices. She gives it all she's got and this album blew the dust out of crevices in my mind that I didn't even realise were there. Best tracks are Trannie and Waterfall, which are both good to hear live as well, and the opening track, A Dreamer in Tuscany.
Next is the preview copy that Zillah gave me of Rubella Ballet's forthcoming album, Planet Punk. This is a fast and furious album that thunders angrily out of the speakers, articulating anger and disappointment in equal measures through layers of speech, guitars, samples (including football crowds), and both Zillah and Sid singing and chanting. It is the sort of album that warrants multiple listening to really get into the sounds and the messages and sonically it takes the language of the earliest of punk and updates it with the contemporary feel of 'now', almost a diary of the concerns and issues of people who still have that apparently rarest of attributes, a conscience.
I allowed myself to be carried along by the songs, which are well-crafted and refreshingly direct. The sound crystallised out and the sense of the whole album became remarkably effective; I realised that I haven't listened to music like this for a long time. So what were the stand out tracks? My copy has no track listing, so I'm guessing theses titles: Information Terrorist, Estimated Lifespan and Such a Wonderful Life had a strong impact on first and second listening, but the album is best taken as a whole.
Snezhina Duevska heads the band No Frames, three women and a man who make powerful, sometimes punky, sometimes rocky and at other times surprisingly delicate music. I have heard Snezhina performing some of these tracks live and it's testament to her songwriting that the songs work just as well as solo performances as they do fully realised with a band. This CD, Positive Manipulation, demonstrates a very wide dynamic range of moods, all held together by her extremely powerful and dramatic voice. there is nothing false about Snezhina's singing style; forget the Britney sub-gospel purring or faux-naif girly-voices. She gives it all she's got and this album blew the dust out of crevices in my mind that I didn't even realise were there. Best tracks are Trannie and Waterfall, which are both good to hear live as well, and the opening track, A Dreamer in Tuscany.
Next is the preview copy that Zillah gave me of Rubella Ballet's forthcoming album, Planet Punk. This is a fast and furious album that thunders angrily out of the speakers, articulating anger and disappointment in equal measures through layers of speech, guitars, samples (including football crowds), and both Zillah and Sid singing and chanting. It is the sort of album that warrants multiple listening to really get into the sounds and the messages and sonically it takes the language of the earliest of punk and updates it with the contemporary feel of 'now', almost a diary of the concerns and issues of people who still have that apparently rarest of attributes, a conscience.
I allowed myself to be carried along by the songs, which are well-crafted and refreshingly direct. The sound crystallised out and the sense of the whole album became remarkably effective; I realised that I haven't listened to music like this for a long time. So what were the stand out tracks? My copy has no track listing, so I'm guessing theses titles: Information Terrorist, Estimated Lifespan and Such a Wonderful Life had a strong impact on first and second listening, but the album is best taken as a whole.
Friday, January 03, 2014
Urban Walking
On New Year's Eve, I braved the gloomy rainscape to walk from Waterloo to Euston. Originally the intention had been to walk along the South Bank, but for some reason I changed tack and crossed the footbridge, peering over the edge at the skateboard graveyard that clutters one of the plinths, complete with a pair of Converse saucily draped by its laces over a support-wire.
From ther, I strolled up through Covent Garden and admired the topiary Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer with its lit-up lightbulb nose and scores of families photographing each other in front of it; up through Neal Street and its ever-changing shops, through Denmark Street for a gaze at the juicy and tempting guitars, and thence to Foyles where I bought a trashy novel and sat for a while in the cafe being glared at by young middle-class laptopsters who wanted my seat. Funny how snobbishness has come back into fashion, disguised as 'cool'. When I'm the target, I remain unmoved in the certain knowledge that a large proportion of them would not have dared to have the sort of life that I've had, and would probably run a million miles from real live and proper punk.
Oops... perilously close to a rant there! I've asked Martin to be on rant alert and warn me whenever I start to blast away on one on the phone, because recently I have noticed that ranting becomes more common the older one gets. I can't not get old, but I can decide not to become a pub bore (a non-pub pub bore who rarely goes to pubs).
So, after the caff, I walked up Tottenham Court Road, which was completely deserted for the time of year, and detoured into Paperchase, which has disappointingly lost its quirky department on the top floor that looked like an art college store. There had been stacks of peculiar fabric and all kinds of odd things but it's gone ordinary. Gone suburban.... gone coalition.
On to Euston, by now thronging with young people with suitcases and bedding rolls who must have been heading to see the New Year in with friends or relatives, and who were obviously very excited. 'Just wait till tomorrow morning', I thought nastily, remembering many hangovers in the past.
On New Year's Day, I spent ten hours marking. This wasn't the original intention, but it just took a very long time. I started at 9 and ended at 8.30 with a few short breaks, and I spent much of yesterday marking too. So today I am going to brave this afternoon's impending storm and take another urban stroll. It's a wonderful hobby, because you see so much that you don't see when you are focused on a destination rather than the experience of the walk itself. There are layers of experience to unravel: the number of times you may have passed down a certain street as a different person at a different time of your life. You realise just how temporary everything is, and that the moment belongs to you and you alone. You get a perspective on history and buildings and the way people regard themselves as important because they own things; the concept of dynasty becomes ridiculous and the quantity of rubbish, appalling.
You also get rosy cheeks.
From ther, I strolled up through Covent Garden and admired the topiary Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer with its lit-up lightbulb nose and scores of families photographing each other in front of it; up through Neal Street and its ever-changing shops, through Denmark Street for a gaze at the juicy and tempting guitars, and thence to Foyles where I bought a trashy novel and sat for a while in the cafe being glared at by young middle-class laptopsters who wanted my seat. Funny how snobbishness has come back into fashion, disguised as 'cool'. When I'm the target, I remain unmoved in the certain knowledge that a large proportion of them would not have dared to have the sort of life that I've had, and would probably run a million miles from real live and proper punk.
Oops... perilously close to a rant there! I've asked Martin to be on rant alert and warn me whenever I start to blast away on one on the phone, because recently I have noticed that ranting becomes more common the older one gets. I can't not get old, but I can decide not to become a pub bore (a non-pub pub bore who rarely goes to pubs).
So, after the caff, I walked up Tottenham Court Road, which was completely deserted for the time of year, and detoured into Paperchase, which has disappointingly lost its quirky department on the top floor that looked like an art college store. There had been stacks of peculiar fabric and all kinds of odd things but it's gone ordinary. Gone suburban.... gone coalition.
On to Euston, by now thronging with young people with suitcases and bedding rolls who must have been heading to see the New Year in with friends or relatives, and who were obviously very excited. 'Just wait till tomorrow morning', I thought nastily, remembering many hangovers in the past.
On New Year's Day, I spent ten hours marking. This wasn't the original intention, but it just took a very long time. I started at 9 and ended at 8.30 with a few short breaks, and I spent much of yesterday marking too. So today I am going to brave this afternoon's impending storm and take another urban stroll. It's a wonderful hobby, because you see so much that you don't see when you are focused on a destination rather than the experience of the walk itself. There are layers of experience to unravel: the number of times you may have passed down a certain street as a different person at a different time of your life. You realise just how temporary everything is, and that the moment belongs to you and you alone. You get a perspective on history and buildings and the way people regard themselves as important because they own things; the concept of dynasty becomes ridiculous and the quantity of rubbish, appalling.
You also get rosy cheeks.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
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