Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Men At Work - Down Under




MEN AT WORK - Down Under


My first job never lasted very long. I was eleven and I agreed to do an older boys paper round for a couple of mornings. I received the large heavy bag of newspapers and had to put them through the letter box of each  house ready for them to read with their breakfast.

It was windy and then it started to rain, then pour,  I was soaked I dropped the bag the wind caught the newspapers and they all swept up into the air and disappeared all down the street. I had enough, I just went home almost in tears and I never went back.

I was thirteen when I started in a Grocers shop and ever since that time I have never been unemployed until I retired at the age of 60. I think the wage was equivalent to about £1 and for that I worked a couple of hours after school and all day Saturday. It effectively finished my football career. 
I was Captain of the first eleven and played right half in these days. Nowadays that would be a mid-fielder.

The Boss was pretty tough and did not take any nonsense but for some reason I quite liked him. There was a big shed at the back of the shop where backup groceries were kept. I found half bottles of whiskey hidden behind boxes.  It was well known that the Boss was an alcoholic.  My mate Hugh, who also worked there would often hide these bottles in different locations.  If only we could have seen his confused face when he went for his top up..

The girls in the shop had this control over us. They knew what Customers were the good tippers, as we did and we would have to suck up to them so we would get best tips. If you were not in favor then it could make a big difference in the tips you earned. Tips were very important as I had to give my Mother half of my wage. She had no control over the tips. If you get my drift.

My Brother Cliff  who was 11 years older than me bought me a little transistor radio with a single ear phone.  It revolutionized my life and it never left my ear all the time I was delivering the groceries. Music on the go. Music while you work.  Saturday morning you had Children's favorites followed by Saturday Club. Guests were the Beatles and the Stones and all the up and coming new Bands. I loved it. You will have to remember the quality was not nearly as good as we have today but I did not know any better.

Christmas was the best time as we made a lot in tips although we worked long hours. I always had money not like most of the kids of my age. But I fear I lost a lot as I was good a sport and was unable to carry it forward  due to working. 

After about a year or so I managed to secure another job at a Bakers in the same street. I now had two jobs. My father would get me up about 10 past 6 in the morning, I would have tea with toast and marmalade. I would be out the door by 25 past 6 in all weathers and reached the Bakers in less than 10 minutes. I would pick up the bags of rolls and quickly set off . I had it down to a fine art. There was one place where I had to go up 3 storey's and the lights were never on. I hated it and just ran up the stairs and threw the rolls and ran to escape the monsters that I am sure lurked up there in the darkness.

I was home just after 7 and went back to my bed where I always listened to a Dylan album on my tape recorder. My ear was next to the speaker so it did not disturb anyone. I quickly fell asleep and would get up again about 20 to 9 to be in School by 9. Sunday, like the bible was my day of rest. Well day of rest from working that is. But I had money in my pocket.  
I remember one day my Dad got me up a little earlier as he knew Cassius Clay was my hero and they were doing a recording of the first Liston fight which happened earlier in the morning.  Clay won.
'He is the greatest, he is the greatest'. I don't remember delivering the rolls that morning I was so excited that Clay had won. 

Part 2 next week

Sunday, 24 July 2016

TRACKS OF THE WEEK 24/07/2015 - M Craft, Chris Robinson Brotherhood, Prophets of Rage


Old Pa :-
Chris Robinson Brotherhood - Narcissus Soaking Wet (2016)

The grooves along at a good chugging rate and is from Chris Robinson Brotherhood's latest rlbum release. It has an almost jazz feel and certaily catches up with you after a couple of listens.

Prophets of Rage - 'Prophets of Rage' (2016)

Trump's a Chump! They say dangerous times demands dangerous songs and how can you argue with the combined audio firepower of Rage Against the Machine, Cypress Hill and Public Enemy. It's the ultimate middle aged sonic super squad, for me anyway, and they've vowed to 'Make America Rage Again. This is their first single it what hopefully will be a collection of new material but for the time being Tom Morello, B Real and Chuck D are campaigning around the US, with a portion of the proceeds going to local homeless charities. It's time to take the power back!

Prophets of Rage website.... 

M Craft - Chemical Trails (2016)

M.(Martin) Craft gives us a Bon Iver esq track that appears on his third full album, Blood Moon. It feels like the video could have used the astronauts floating around in Zero G aboard the ISS. However, the director of his video seems to have nailed it.  Get your slo-mo settings on your phone and you'll have something that'll fit.

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Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Asian Dub Foundation - Fortress Europe


It came in at no 10




I had a colleague who was a Sikh. I would not say exactly he was a practicing one as he had long ago done away with his Turban and had cut his hair. I think it probably was more to do with a case of it is better to fit in than stand out and face persecution.

Sowaran came from Malaysia from a poor family and was highly intelligent. He continued to do courses in the open University and had gained many certificates and degrees.

I wish I could get Sowaran to tell his life story as it is quite amazing. He is a great character and became my best friend at work and we were often drinking buddies.  'I miss you buddy.'

That was just an introduction to Sowaran and it will enable me to tell a little story which you may find amusing.

Sowaran at one time frequented the bookies on a daily basis when he was once unemployed and learned everything that could be learned in theses shady places. He still went on his days off,  when one day he had a  deja vu  moment. He was watching a  virtual  horse race which they have on every day in-between the proper race meetings. He just knew who was going to win and who was going to be second. He was right and it made him think that maybe theses  virtual  races were on some sort of loop.

That was it, he put his heart and soul into his project which lasted several months. He would discreetly mark down all the  virtual  races and all the results. He had charts papers and fed everything into his computer trying to establish an  allusive pattern.

He eventually found the Holy Grail and just had to tell someone and that was me. He was going to wait until the pattern came round again and on the day he would go into a bookies as would I. We would bet an accumulator on a particular race giving all the horses in correct order of that race. An almost impossible task. For a small outlay there would be an amazing return. We are talking in 6 figure returns.

He would call me on the day and he had instructed me what to do. I did tell him that I thought it would be better just him doing it as it would seem suspicious two people winning in the same area. He would not hear of it as technically we were not doing anything wrong.  Well depends upon what side of the fence you are on.

I hate to spoil this story but one day I met a very down and forlorn Sowaran. They had changed the tape or whatever they were using and it was now something completely different.

The moral of the story is you will be hard pushed to beat them bookies. But a good try Sowaran you nearly beat the bastards!.

The chosen track by the Asian Dub Foundation I am sad to say rings so true to-day.

By Old Pa

Sunday, 17 July 2016

TRACKS OF THE WEEK 17/07/2016 - Slow Club, The Bacao Rhythm & Steel Band,Psychic ills, Bob Mould,


London Scouser:-
Bob Mould - 'Voices In My Head' (2016)

Voices In My Head was released in January this year and it's off of the 12th solo album by former 'Hüsker Dü' and 'Sugar' frontman Bob Mould. Whilst having heard of the two bands, I don't consciously know of anything by them. This was in my 'Discover Weekly' playlist and at first I wasn't sure... But now now I have to say "It's a grower !!!" It seems a bit REM, not as in Michael Stipe's vocals but in the music and how it is sung... Or is that just me ???

Old Pa :-
Psychic Ills (feat. Hope Sandoval) - I Don't Mind (2016)

This is a dreamy psychedelic track form a new album by Psychic Ills with the added bonus of having the silky dreamy tones of Hope Sandoval. I was thinking when I first heard this that there was a feel of the Jesus and Mary Chain and Hope completed the connection. Love this 

Bacao Rhythm and Steel Band - P.I.M.P.

I'm absolutely loving this at the moment. A steel drum band doing Hip Hop and Funk covers from 50 Cent to Kool and the Gang? I thought that has to be a novelty, right? But Germany's Bacao Rhythm and Steel Band are far from a Caribbean hotel lobby gimmick, they are first and foremost a funk band and they can play, as Fiddy's family classic, P.I.M.P., demonstrates. They have just released a compendium of their work, 55 and not only is it a refreshingly good album but it's perfect for that family BBQ, even gran will be pleased with the extra sausage for you, guaranteed.

The Bacao Rhythm and Steel Band Facebook page...

Slow Club - Ancient Rolling Sea (2016)

Low budget video, check. Hipsters, check.  This 'slow' groove by London/Margate duo Slow Club has all the hallmarks of a Matthew E. White produced track. Catchy riff, 70s Bass, and a sing-a-long chorus that you cannot forget. Ancient Rolling Sea appears on One Day This Won't Matter Anymore, out 19th August. Nice.

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Wednesday, 13 July 2016

New Order - In A Lonely Place


Pressure, under pressure


NEW ORDER - In A Lonely Place

Pressure, under pressure, we have all been there at some time. Here are two little incidents when I found myself under extreme pressure.

I was working at British Airways  Cargo and had been there for about 13 year when the section I was working in had closed down and I was going to be re-deployed to another department.  I was asked ,as I expressed an interest in working in the passenger department would I assist for a few weeks as 'an auntie' . Sounded good to me and sounded like a bit of a jolly. Basically you had to assist with unaccompanied minors who were travelling to and from Heathrow Airport.

I would meet them and take them to where ever they were going and ensure they were met or deposited at the correct place. It was pretty straight forward and good fun. There were usually only 1 or 2 per flight. That was until one day the manifest showed 40 kids were due to go on a flight to Kenya. I was with this old woman called Eve. She was in her seventies and was a career Stewardess and was from the Old School.

Suddenly we were swarmed with screaming kids who all had to be checked in tagged and corralled for lack of a better word. It was pandemonium. I suddenly realized that Eve had done a runner and I was left on my own with no help whatsoever. It was sheer hell, I had only accounted for about half of the expected names on the list. I had a microphone and kept making announcements for missing kids as well as checking some in and tagging them and putting them into my makeshift coral. I was pouring of sweat by this time and completely stressed but I just could not stop as there was a flight that had to meet its target.

Eventually I managed to round them all up and like the pied piper they all followed me through departures to the departure gate where I signed them off to someone else. Fuck that! I headed for the Bar and had a few welcome refreshments to get back down to planet earth.

When I returned,  there was Eve, she said she did not feel well and had to see the medical. What an Old Pro or should I say Old Crow.

Boy that was some experience one I am not likely to ever forget. I decided to stay with boxes rather than screaming kids.

The other pressure moment was when I was in Jeddah in the eighties. It was a normal day when a colleague came to me and said you are wanted by Mr Whaby H Whaby our big boss. 'He wants to see you immediately over at the Conference  room'. I arrived there and was told to give a talk on what the department does and what are the future plans.  I said where and he pointed me out to the stage floor. There were about 400 delegates there, I was handed a microphone and was almost pushed out onto the stage.

I was flabbergasted and in shock, I did not know what to say or where to start. I mumbled something about getting some notes and I will be back in a few minutes. I just panicked and had to escape somewhere.  I passed my Boss who gave me that stare which says  'you are sacked mate'.

My head cleared and I returned and I got onto the stage and asked if there was anything anybody wanted to know or clarify about the department. When I was asked a question it was Ok I could respond. It was just the getting started.  This went on for some time I gained my confidence and it all  appeared to be a success. My boss came on to the stage and thanked me and I slunked of back to my office. Nothing was ever mentioned about it again. I must have just escaped by my skin of the teeth. It was an uncomfortable moment and it was there I learned exactly what a panic attack was.    

By Old Pa

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

BLUR - Song 2




Having 3 dogs it is always important that when you take them for a walk you check their poo. If it is runny or too hard or a funny color then you know something is wrong and some action will have to be taken.

I currently have 3 Yorkies. There was Dixie a girl and then Rafa a little boy. Recently we acquired another boy which we found tied to a post one day when I was taking the other two out on one of their daily walks.  We called him Toby, all very original until he morphed into Toby One Kenobi and that gave him a whole new personality.

The trouble with Toby 1 was his poo, they were of galactic proportions for a little dog. He was a bit bigger than the other two but I would take him for a walk and he would do a poo at least a foot long and the scary thing was a few hundred meters down the road he would do another of almost similar size. It was amazing. I wish now I had brought my camera as no one believed me when I told them.

When I first took Toby 1 and one of the other dogs for a walk, I walked passed a school where many people were waiting to pick up their kids. Toby1 stopped right in front of them and produced one of his extra long poos. The trouble  was that they came out just like these soft ice cream machines you see. I immediately got some paper towels out and tried to clean it all up when Rafa got a fright when some kid tried to clap him. He ran round me twice  I lost my footing most of the poo ended up on my trousers and jacket. Rafa squatted and he did a poo.  I was entangled with the two dogs when Toby 1 pulled away stopped in the middle of the road and proceeded to produce another long soft sqirty one.
I was clearly in complete disarray all the people were laughing loud hysterically as if this was a comedy sketch specially put on for their enjoyment. I cleaned up as best I could and turned (tail between my legs) and returned home to clean up.

I will say that after several visits to the vet Toby 1 has had his stomach sorted out and his poos are of manageable proportions now.

Rafa is a different kettle of fish altogether, he has not got time for anything as mundane as pooing. He just wants to run, sniff send and receive emails. Things like pooing he just has not got the time .. Mostly he poos on the move on the run and I have to constantly keep an eye on him just in case I miss a quick drop..  

Every time I take the dogs out now Old Ma on my return always asks  'well?'  I will reply 2 out of 2 or in Toby1's case 3 out 2. I might add some extra information like an 8.5 or a 7. One day I returned and was asked the same question and with a big smile on my face I said Dixie had given me a perfect 10.  It was of good size and color, a slight glint (not hard) and when I picked it up with a paper towel there was not a trace left behind. Now that is a perfect 10 in anybody's book.

Finally on the subject of poo. My pet hate is finding a small plastic bag filled with poo which has not been disposed of properly. You get these 'good citizens' because they see someone is watching them pick up the poo and when not being watched they just throw these bags anywhere. That really gets to me.

By Old Pa

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

The Animals - Its My Life/The Byrds - A Whole lot Better



NOW A RARE ANIMAL - The Great Crested Newt
THE ANIMALS - It's My Life

I think it was seeing white mice a  Christmas party when I was probably about 7 years old in 1956. I was fascinated and had to be dragged away from watching them. I pleaded to have some and eventually my Mother relented and I got two white mice complete with pink tails and pink eyes.

What I really wanted was a dog but my father always refused. I was heart broken especially when my friend's dog had some puppies. I even tried taking my favorite home for my father to see. He was steadfast in his refusal.

I kept lizards, snakes, slow worms, hamsters, rabbits, toads, newts everything I could which replaced the dog I never had.

There was a small pond not too far from were I lived and it was a great source of toads and newts. There are three types of newt in the UK and all three were in abundace in that little pool.  It is very sad to report that they filled it in because of a golf course.  One of the newts the Great Crested is now very rare and on the endanger species list.

There was another pond close by that I remember oh so well. One day my sister and I were watching toads. It was mating time and some bigger boys came along and started firing slugs into the back of the male toad mating with the much larger female. I was outraged, I screamed and ran for these older boys, I did not fear for my safety or anything, I just was filled with anger. How could they? They obviously could see the blind anger and ran away.  

I got myself a bit of a reputation and people close by always brought round any injured bird or animal which they found or was injured. I would refuse nothing and always did my best to help them. The strangest thing I was given was a fully grown Heron which had a broken wing.  I eventually took it to a local vet after borrowing a tin of sardines in tomato sauce from my Mother's pantry. 

It was not until I got married at the age of 25 did I have my first dog. It was really my wife's. But I loved the experience. Now I have three dogs and it is me who takes them walks and it is me who feeds them. When we leave the dogs at home for any reason and when we return the dogs just run past me to get to my wife and demand her greeting. I just don't exist.

I accept my place in the pack and have accepted that even although I am an animal lover, my wife is even more of one and the dogs recognise this. She cannot watch a western where a horse falls or watch an animal programme where a lion goes in for the kill just to survive.  I am an animal lover but I am afraid not to that extent. I also eat meat and enjoy it too. But that is another argument altogether.

The second song I choose here is a bit strange. It is not what I would call one of the best by The Byrds but I had a strange experience in the sixties when I was listening to the best of The Byrds. I was by myself in my living room, I was completely sober. My eyes were closed and when this song played, I suddenly found myself on the ceiling and looking down at myself. It was amazing. When I opened my eyes I was back to reality. This has never happen since. It was both thrilling and frighting at the time. The power of music eh!.
THE BYRDS - I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Adam Torres - High Lonesome


Do you like Singer/Songwriters/Alt-Country/Americana or Indie-Folk, or do you have a unhealthy affection to the sadness, if so you may have a case of the Tuesday Blues!

Adam Torres - High Lonesome (2016)
Adam Torres self-released his debut Nostra Nova, back in 2006. In the meantime he has spent the last 10 years volunteering in rural Ecuador and completing a graduate degree.  He is about to release his follow up LP via Fat Possum (A.A. Bondy, Band of Horses, The Black Keys) entitled Pearls To Swine.  High Lonesome is the first single, and should be listened to when strolling through a field, whilst trying to recreate the scene in Gladiator where Maximus strokes the long grass or am I the only person who does that?  Check it out. 

Sunday, 26 June 2016

TRACKS OF THE WEEK 26-06-2016 - Holy Fuck, Cass McCombs, Portishead, Two Door Cinema Club


Old Pa :-
Holy Fuck - TomTom (2016)


Holy monstrosities, I just had to listen to this with a name like Holy Fuck and I am delighted to say that the Toronto rockers delivered my track of the week. A real pleasant surprise. There is a lot of Ciccone Youth in there somewhere and that to me is a bonus. Great driving base and great video. Get up and dance folks on the grave of the U.K. The grave that Cameron pulled the plug on and Corbyn stood by and saluted at the sinking ship.

Portishead - 'S.O.S.' (2016)

Like a musical superhero, Portishead are back after 7 years and just in time, with an aural rescue. The ABBA cover, was released in tribute to MP, Jo Cox, who was brutally slain in her constituency recently. It's a brilliant contrast to the original with all the somber minimalism we've come to expect from the Bristol legends. With all that's going on in Britain subsequently, I believe this captures the mood perfectly. "We have far more in common than that which divides us" has never rung truer. 

Cass McCombs - Opposite House (2016)

I've been reading the news too much since the UK pressed the self-destruct button, and I must admit it is pretty depressing reading. Thankfully this stunning track has been able to pick me up in a bit.  It features on Cass McCombs latest album, Mangy Love, which is released 26th August. Will everything be OK by then? I'm not too sure, but this has given me at least one thing to look forward to.

London Scouser:-
Two Door Cinema Club - 'Are We Ready? (Wreck)' (2016)

Where does the bloody time go?? I can believe it's been 4 years since TDCC released their last album. I was gutted when they pulled out of Latitude in 2014 as they were one of the band's I wanted to see. This is the first release from their 3rd album 'Gateway' and is a great return... I'm ready...

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Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Jackson Browne - The Pretender



JACKSON BROWNE - The Pretender
Well I am Scottish and it is only right I give my take on the story of Bonnie Prince Charlie, I hope you like it. Och Aye! 


The Clans gathered round
travelled many a mile
there to meet a Bonnie Prince
home from foreign exile
back to  lead his cheering  men
return to us our  Scottish pride
will never again relinquish
win back his rightful crown
stolen by the English

We will follow blind
this merry band
follow our Bonnie Charlie
into the heart of England

The battle at Prestonpans
victory for us to start
the glorious march down south
thru middle England's heart
we were a riotous merry band
all in sight of London's reach
the height of all our powers
one great final push for us
and the prize is ours

We will follow blind
this merry band
follow our Bonnie Charlie
into the heart of England

We waited far too long
for our friend ally France
no help from them ever came
had we lost our chance
many men they just got bored
and we were forced to retreat
it was soon very clear to see
that great Jacobite dream
was never meant to be

A last desperate  stand
desolate  Culloden Moor
all the men were tired and beat
finished that's for sure
our Prince's dreams in tatters
we are left for cannon fodder
one final brave last stand
not one prisoner was taken
by butcher Cumberland

Oh! where are you now
Young Pretender
back safe in exile's haven
leaving us here to suffer

Soon the soldiers came
all these bloody English
in their uniforms of scarlet red
they had a job to finish
why did they steal all our food
and burn down our little crofts
leaving us with all this pain
families turned out to face
a howling winter's rain

Oh! where are you now
Young Pretender
back safe in exile's haven
leaving us here to suffer

Monday, 20 June 2016

TRACKS OF THE WEEK - 20/06/16 - Exmagician, Summer Flake, Case Lang Veirs,


exmagician - 'Place Your Bets' (2015)

Despite forgetting their capital letters (I am constantly reminding my son, that's why), exmagician are my band of the moment.'Place Your Bets' is the first track that got me under their spell and is taken from the Belfast duo's excellent debut album Scan the Blue. The life long friends have collaborated before on the David Holmes produced, Cashier No9 album, To the Death of Fun (Oh Pity being a TOTW back in 2011). Similar in style but with perhaps a bit more psychedelica thrown in, siting Captain Beefheart as a major influence (yes Old Pa, that got your attention) the album is definitely worth your aural time!  

Summer Flake - Shoot and Score (2016)

It's very apt that Wales will be playing 'ball-foot' against the mighty Russians on Monday night. Hopefully, it will be the boyo's in red who will shoot and score more than putin's bruisers.  We dare to dream. 

Old Pa :-
Case Lang Veirs - Atomic Numbers (2016)

Wow! a girl Super Group and these girls don't come bigger (in a nice way) Neko Case, K.D. Lang and Laura Veirs. This is a gret track with great production. I have listened tothe album once and will definately be going back. It is interesting and filled with superb harmonies. Each artist shines through. I don't normally like the Super Group thing but this works.

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Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Chile


Duncan was a Biker

JIMI HENDRIX - Voodoo Chile

For the last six years I was in Jeddah I lived in a very large what I suppose you would call a Maisonette. I lived on the upstairs and had the pleasure of always having interesting neighbors who lived downstairs.

Take Duncan for instance. He worked as an Aircraft engineer. Duncan was a biker and a biker in every sense of the work. He had a large Harley Davidson had his hair in a pony tail and had some great tattoos. Duncan loved his metal music with a leaning towards hard driving metal music. As I also loved music we came to an agreement that we would not complain if we ever played loud music.  I was very happy with this arrangement.

It was a must have in where we lived to build a Bar and that was the pride of place in any worthwhile home. Both Duncan and I loved our beer and often when a new brew was ready we would invite each other to a sampling party. Which really was just an excuse to get a good fill of beer and listen at the same time to some music.

I had a few beers with Duncan one evening before he went out to meet some friends. He told me that he was feeling pretty pissed off and had enough of Saudi Arabia and all the restrictions. Anyway I went to bed about 10 as I was up at six the next morning when very loud music started downstairs it was Duncan playing the Jimi Hendrix song Voodoo Chile. It stopped after about 1 minute and then started again. This went on and on for a couple of hours. It was really loud and I mean really loud.

There was just no way anybody could get to sleep. After about three hours I decided to go down and have a word with Duncan. I knock at the door, I knocked on the windows and although the lights were on Duncan was nowhere to be seen.

It finally hit me, Duncan had topped himself and I was very impressed. What a way to go listening to your favorite record on repeat. I decided to leave a note for Duncan just in case he still remained in this world. I said that maybe we will have to review out musical arrangement.

Suddenly just as it had started the music suddenly stopped about 0200 in the morning.

The next evening I went down to see Duncan when he returned from work and I asked what on earth was going on last night.

Duncan looked surprised and said he had come home pissed and woke up at 0200 in the morning with Voodoo Chile playing and was abit shocked to hear it as he could not remember turning it on. He switched it off and went back to sleep. He did tell me that once he falls asleep after a session nothing and I mean nothing on this planet earth would wake him up.

Not even Jimi Hendrix turned up to 11.

By Old Pa

Monday, 13 June 2016

TRACKS OF THE WEEK 12-06-2016 - The Viceroys, Ryley Walker, Fujiya & Miyagi

Tracks of the Week

Ryley Walker - The Halfwit In Me (2016)

Chicago Singer-Songwriter, Ryley Walker has just released the glorious The Halfwit in Me. It reminds me of Nick Drake-meets-Tim Buckley a kind of Singer Songwriter/Jazz/Prog in one song? It shouldn't work but it does. It appears on his third LP, Golden Sings That Have Been Sung - out August 19th via the Dead Oceans label. He first came to my attention with last years excellent Primrose Green. 

Old Pa's Corner:-
The Viceroys - Why (2016)

The Viceroys have been going since the Seventies and have been quiet for a very long time. They are back with a bang with their first new music for about 16 years or so. But this is excellent and is a reminder how good the old roots music was. The dub version on the album is brilliant as well. 

Fujiya & Miyagi - Serotonin Rushes (2016)
Serotonin Rushes - Fujiya & Miyagi (2016) You can't beat a rush of euphoria, like the feeling when you finish a McDonald's, you find extra chips in the bottom of the bag. I doubt this track refers to anything like that though but the groove will definitely keep you wanting more. Serotonin Rushes is taken from Brighton based, Fujiya and Miyagi's upcoming EP, 1. Guaranteed to keep that Serotonin level topped up.

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Wednesday, 8 June 2016

Bruce Springsteen - The Price you Pay


A Healthy 9%


I was sent to Brussels to assist in a cut over to a Cargo Automated System. As usual in these situations, I asked the local guys to find me a cheap hotel.  Well who wants comfort when you need all the extra money to fund your culture experience in Belgium. Did you know that they have hundreds and hundreds of all different types of beer?. I felt it was my duty to sample as many as I could in the two weeks I would be there.

The Hotel was being polite a dump. It was owned by a real character called Draco who originally came from what was the old Yugoslavia. He was what you would call a tight arse. The heating was never turned on until the temperature  went below zero. Even then it was only turned on for a couple of hours at a time. It was freezing all the time. It was the coldest winter in Belgium for over 50 years.

'I didn't feel so called then' 

I remember seeing a thermometer reading and the temperature was -14 below.  Breakfast at Draco's was white bread and jam and lukewarm disgusting coffee. But at the price I was paying I did not complain. There was always the staff canteen to fill me up before the sampling began.

Across the road was a large bar restaurant and it boasted that they had 245 different type of beers. I was in my element and was determined to sample as many as I could.

There were Trappist bears that tended to be very strong. They were originally produced in Monastery. All in the name of Religion of course. Stouts, Pale Ales, Table Beers, Wheat Beers, Christmas Beers, Sour Beers, Fruit Beers and You name it Beers. My particular favorite became Quack, I think that was probably due to the glass and holder it was served in. It was also a healthy 9 percent strength. Enough to fell a dray horse. But not a full blooded healthy Scotsman on a cultural mission.

One night after a long nights session I became very hungry and sampled the guaranteed mega hot chilli. It went down a treat. In fact it was so good I ordered another steaming bowl. During the night I had to get up to the loo down the corridor.  I was sitting there cursing everything I could think of when the lights went out. Bloody Draco had the lights on a timer. I had extreme difficulty finding my way back to my freezing polar room.

That next day and most of the next, I farted every 30 seconds without fail. It was worse than a bad case of hiccups. Maybe next time it would be advisable not to have a second bowl of chilli. I should have checked TripAdvisor.

One of my favourite Boss tracks somehow seems appropriate not only because of the chilli but because of his recent UK concerts.

By Old Pa

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Conor Oberst - Artifact #1


Do you like Singer/Songwriters/Alt-Country/Americana or Indie-Folk, or do you have a unhealthy affection to the sadness, if so you may have a case of the Tuesday Blues!

Conor Oberst - Artifact #1

This came up on the random-ator (Is that such a thing?) a few weeks back and I had to finally share it.  Its in my top 5 Conor Oberst tracks.  Whether it is the latin feel of the percussion/guitar, the delay pedal or just the lyrics.  It's one of his best tracks - believe! I read this bloody great quote in Q Magazine about this song:-

"It is a love song. Plain and simple. Some people leave their fingerprints all over the scene of the crime. Some just disappear to where even the six o’clock news can’t find them. But real love trumps all. Paper, rock or scissors don’t stand a chance. Crushes. Wins every time. Even through a gnarly delay pedal."

Real Love Trumps all? We all hope.

What would it take to gain acceptance
To the grounds behind your eyes
You know I'm open to suggestion
The one you made we never tried

Let it slip right out from under
Your breath and it rolled around my head
It was nothing I'd consider
I knew it had to happen then

Stood on the banks of the Potomac
We watched the water rushing by
You said we should live in the moment
Then I'd miss you all the time

And I know no one will believe me
But I don't want a second chance
To be an object of desire
If that means slipping through your hands
If I had tried to make you mine
You would have walked away
Life can't compete with memories
They never have to change

This world is full of missing persons
All of these unsolved mysteries
If someone says they know for certain
They're selling something certainly

So when I set myself to wonder
All the questions that remain
The only one that even matters
Is when I'll see you're face again

I keep looking back for artifacts
To prove that you were here
The sound that's been keeps echoing
It never disappears