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Monthly Archives: January 2009

An Oldie but Goodie

Made me smile tonight … one for the kids!!!


Animal Collective is one of those “bands-of-the-moment” that become the latest buzz-word … as far as I know, this particular vid has quickly become one of those populist “virals” that are sweeping the internet … aahhem?? … aye right!!!

Anyway …. I downloaded the new album “Merriweather Post Pavilion” last week, and find the harmonies quite pleasant and hypnotic

I was interested as it had been compared to … and get this !!! … early “Hall & Oates ” around their “War Babies” period …

Now … Hall & Oates eventually became the epitome of Disco-Twaddle, but they were, initially, superb session musicians who produced truly innovative pop & soul funk.

Daryl Hall, or Hohl, was at the age of 14 onwards, one of the first ever white musicians to play in the Harlem Apollo, as a keyboard player with The Temptations and Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

That’s what drew me to this !!! … We will see how it develops and grows on me … It’s VERY different from lots of down-home acoustic stuff that I’ve been trippin’ on, like Bon Iver … hmmm, we’ll see.


Wee Wullie Nutter was one of the first ever poem/performance pieces that I wrote, way back in the eighties. I revamped it last year, and did this wee vid with my tiny, wee digi-stills-camera’s video facility, and then editing it on Windows Movie Maker … as basic, and as simple, as you can get

I love this lo-fi technology that allows you to quickly stick things together, and although I know that it’s no threat to George Lucas’s cinematic efforts, it’s fun to be able to do your own wee bits of culture and stick it out there … so to speak


I was out in my garden yesterday, and it was a cold, misty, grey day

I don’t wish away my days … but Spring just can’t come fast enough for me this year

Remember the Summer? …. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah … !!!

An ill-conceived escape attempt outside a New Zealand courthouse ended when the would-be fugitives, handcuffed together and blinded with pepper spray, ran on opposite sides of a lamppost.

Police were escorting the two prisoners into Hastings District Court this week when the men made a break for it, Senior Sgt. Dave Greig told The Times in London.

“They fell over and they were sprayed with pepper spray. But they got up and ran out of the court onto the street, across the road to a car park,” he said.

“That’s where they met the pole. It was all over, rover.

One man’s lawyer said his client was anxious about being sent to prison and got a case of the “collywobbles.


John Martyn, troubadour-songwriter, guitarist, and hard-drinking wildman of of echoplex harmonies, has finally hit that final chord

Of late, John looked like an 80 year old, and sounded like a 90 year old … his years & years of alcohol abuse had fair taken its toll, and I’m not one of those who glamourises the excesses of artists & artistes … I watched some close friends go down that route, and get quite angry at fans who romanticise the “slow-suicide” of their heroes.

John was a stunningly hansome young man, when I knew him, albeit briefly, and I was entranced by his early stuff … particularly in the “SOLID AIR” period of his music

Over the years, I’d occasionally see him, and was always saddened by his gradual demise

Here’s an account of one drunken encounter

John Martyn had the voice of the angels, and a soul seemingly filled with irreconcilable demons … which are now, finally, at rest

Thanx for the good stuff, ma man … I’ll miss you

The mighty SPARRAHAWK, Glasgow’s own weird amalgalm of Tom Waits, Ivor Cutler, Alex Harvey, and The Spice Girls (joking … !!) are absolutely superb live, and I do wish I had the time to go to see them more often

I’ve just been listening to my favourite track, “THE LOSER” from their 2008 album, “See You Soon In The Next Cartoon”, and I’m looking forward to their forthcoming release “Urban Folk tales vol 1″

Check’em out

Here’s the album cover & some artwork I did for the guys



Certainly wouldn’t have happened here in Glasgow

You can’t sit in a pub here, on your own, for five minutes, without someone asking: “You all right, then?” … and then being joined by various nutters who, within five minutes of meeting them, will boldly tell you their entire family history with graphic details of their Uncle Boabie’s incarceration, and their sister’s vaginal warts … “not necessarily connected, y’understand, son?”

Or is that just me?


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