The above is a little ceramic dwarf I bought for £2 in a charity shop in Harold Hill last week. He’s not my usual sort of thing but when I saw him he looked good quality and just interesting.
What, however, clinched the deal for me was an artists name impressed to the inside at the base and obviously done with a professionally made stamp.
The name: K Hayward
I just had to get him home for some research, I was now Lord of this thing.
The most likely candidate is Kate Hayward whose website is here:
The final part of the musical interlude and it’s a sort of reminiscence starting recently and going back to primary school.
Even my housewife sister has this on CD, why had I not heard this until a week ago. Wet Leg are from the Isle of Wight, wet legs are from the mainland.
This next one reminds me of a couple of summers ago, sitting outside the library at 2 in the morning sharing a roll up with an autistic teenager who had her plans to go to university destroyed by Goodmayes a few months after me. It broke my heart to see the state they left her in. It’s a very long track but well worth the listen. Superb.
Placebo have been around donkey’s years and they’re still releasing material. This is an old track but I still like it.
Going back a bit, this stoner rock band are cool. Reminds me of the time I spent working for a fund manager in London.
This is an acoustic track by Tyla of one of his old Dogs D’amour tracks, my girlfriend at the time absolutely hated everything about this album.
This takes me back to when I got back from Australia and rented a 2 bed flat with a friend, he got me into this band over endless vodka, pizza and Playstation Worms sessions.
One or two people at university thought this should be my anthem, back then I used to measure distances in Marlboro red; it wasn’t a 20 minute walk, it was 4 Marlboro red.
My sister’s boyfriend introduced me to metal so something a bit different in that genre.
Back to school days and there are quite a few I could choose but went for Ultravox. Back then the TV news scared us ragged that the Russians were about to nuke us.
Even further back to primary school and one of the best bands of that era.
Finally! some Chas ‘n’ Dave. I actually used to go down to Margate with my whole family including nana Jackson in dad’s old Hillman Minx. Penny slots on the pier, Dreamland, ice cream and a sea full of raw sewage.
Time for bed, I’ve wasted a few hours of another wasted day listening to music.
I expect I’ll take a break tomorrow, I’ve got a few jobs to do in return for money. Not quite wages but it’ll see me through until the Government graciously gives me some of my own money back.
Anyway to kick off this post I’ll start with a couple of bands I found on youtube before buying their CD’s
First up Swedish Medieval metal!
And some Mongolian folk rock.
When I first came across ISIS I thought they had a pleasing melancholy.
Now a few classics:
Ronnie James Dio R.I.P
It took me a while to get into Stained Class when I first got it but it’s actually a really good album. I’m labouring a point with this track.
I had this on Vinyl bought second hand in Sounds Familiar in Romford. I once met snooker legend Steve Davis in there. I love the vocals on this track.
So now it’s time for the musical interlude to continue. I’ve got a punk reader and now a metalhead so I’ll do a post for each of them plus one for me of random tracks I just like.
Oi Oi it’s time for some punk.
I love this Propagandhi track.
And now an American doing British punk.
I think these guys must be from Germany or Austria. I’m delighted to hear the working man is the first to die, I haven’t lifted a finger in over two years.
Here’s some classic British punk.
Here’s a modern London band. This song reminds of my football days, invading the pitch at Upton Park in ’88 when I was still a kid at school and chanting abuse at Colin from Eastenders in the crowd (he took it on the chin well). Come on you Irons.
Or: abnormal service will resume after a musical interlude.
After my violent abduction and forced incarceration for 6 weeks by the NHS at a cost I estimate at north of £50,000 instead of the treatment I didn’t really want but would have accepted at a cost of around £250 I was left feeling like the living dead (I believe between them Dr Jaffar and Dr Mahmood of Goodmayes Hospital have nearly killed me 3 times).
Yet with just a bit of research and vitamin D supplements and fresh orange juice I am mostly feeling rock ‘n’ roll again (apart from brain damage which I may never fully recover from).
But for the UK taxpayers I have some more bad news: I estimate my measurable losses at £150k in lost earnings plus damages for a shortened life expectancy.
For the NHS staff that did this all to me consider the following allegations I am making against you:
GBH
Racially motivated GBH
Negligence
Assault and battery
Perjury and libel
Breaches of my article 3, 5, 6, 8 and 10 rights.
Don’t forget forging warrants but that’s between the NHS and the Police.
I recently started drinking a pint of fresh orange juice in the morning because I’d read about it’s laxative effect but an unexpected effect that is also known is that it increases testosterone: I finally feel a bit more able to fight and f*ck so here’s two songs to do just that without any laws getting broken: one for both instincts and topical to me.
Sharp scratch as the needle goes down on the record.
I picked up some CD’s in a charity shop yesterday, a bit of a mixed bag. One is by an American artist, Lisa Loeb, which immediately reminded me of the band Rilo Kiley, both musically and vocally but not lyrically.
See if you can see the similarity.
Not quite as clear as I first thought but there’s still something there to me: Jenny Lewis is Lisa Loeb when you’ve got home late from the pub and the dinner’s in the dog.
…The subject of this morning’s missive from the massive.
I bet you’re confused already.
It’s just past 4am and I’ve had some caffeine and I’ve been thinking about language, its origins and the development of new words and phrases which could have a logical formal use but are currently ambiguous and also grammar’s future evolution in the computer age when it is far easier to communicate with total strangers globally in typically American English.
This post may seem rambling (that’s a British idiom which brings me on to my first point).
If I’m trying to make a serious point I try to write formally, however if I’m larking around (another British idiom) I frequently use idiom and slang and even invent my own words and phrases for fun (missive from the massive anyone? I know what I mean, do you? It’s a mixture of an outdated English word and modern black British slang which means ‘today’s post’).
And here is my second point, the word thang. It’s African American apparently and means exactly the same as thing.
But then could thang and thing develop into two formal words with distinct meanings based on current usage. I therefore propose that thang could formally become defined as a preference or emotion and thing as a physical object.
But now onto the most interesting point to my mind, hierographics (another word I invented this morning, think emoticons in mobile phone text messages 😉 becoming formal symbols in punctuation).
I contribute to a number of chat rooms with people that are total strangers but without the intonation, emotion or body language possible if speaking face to face that would help convey the intent and meaning behind their words. In these chat rooms I sometimes have trouble working out whether people are being serious or joking, sarcastic, condescending or friendly. That’s where emoticons help a lot, the smiley face, the winking face, the raging anger face.
That’s where I thought new formal punctuation symbols could help in the internet age. I thought of two simple ones; parenthesis () rotated through 90 degrees to convey happiness or unhappiness. There must be some other useful ones.
An addendum: I frequently post youtube links on my blog, most of the time they’re not important but every now and then watching them is, because they’re the subject of the post.
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