Definite Baxter Dury vibe. See what you reckon!
Evolution Of A Song
I love this kind of stuff. Some mini discs of of recording sessions for OK Computer were leaked, and someone but them out there for the world to hear. It’s so cool to hear early versions of the songs on that record and compare them to the final version. Most of you bastards are used to this recording process, and are familiar with this, but it’s still pretty cool to hear alternate lyrics and ideas that never got recorded.
The lyrics for Exit Music are different in this one.
Har Har
I loved SCTV because nothing was too stupid, goofy, or weird for them to air.
Honeybus
For whatever reason, I found myself revisiting cult faves Honeybus over the weekend. If you’re unfamiliar and craving some late 60’s psychedelic/baroque/folk/pop, they could be your fix. I recommend streaming the anthology pictured above. Some good hooks and harmonies throughout, though I found myself skipping a good amount of songs. Your mileage may vary. Perhaps due to the drug-addled times, there are some oddities, such as this otherwise good song marred by a fucking kazoo. They had a top ten UK hit with this, which almost, just-about sounds like it could be a parody of the baroque pop of the time.
Speaking of twee pop parodies, nothing will ever surpass this masterpiece (said to be a parody of Ray Davies’ “Funny Face”) from Neil Innes, the man who would one day compose the entire Rutles catalog in something like a week.
You Make A Grown Man Cry . . .
. . . for obvious reasons.
This Young Athens Band Has Potential
1983!
Wet Leg Wednesday
I like the furious text streams.
Shit
William Friedkin, dead at 87. Hopefully not sucking cocks in hell.
Palessi
A co-worker had a $250 bottle of wine recently and called it
“life changing.”
It’s fascinating how we assess value. I had one pair of Timberlands that I wore daily for ten years, so they wore clearly worth more than the $92 I paid for them. And my gazillion-ruble Tempur-Pedic bed is worth it.
I’d like to think I wouldn’t fall for the shoes bit. But damn.