Inspired by a recent tweet on the subject of such songs, this time I threw the Playlisting suggestions box open to my Twitter followers. And, as ever, they didn’t let me down. Thank you to everyone (especially @sirsidneyp) who took part in the fun over on Twitter last night for their excellent contributions to this cracking playlist!
I’m sure I’ve forgotten loads of relevent tunes, so I’ll be adding to this playlist over time. If you have any suggestions of songs I might have missed, feel free to comment or tweet me, and I’ll add those too. Previous Playlisting posts can be found here, here, and here.
Update 14/12/15: VOTING IS NOW CLOSED! Watch out for a link to the Top 50 soon…
Update 18/12/15: Sadly, none of my choices made the final list, but you can check out the full Festive 50 for 2015 here!
You know me, I love my lists! Over on Twitter, @TheFestive50 is busy compiling a chart of this year’s favourite songs (voting on Twitter closes next weekend, and the 2015 Top 50 will be available on the Festive 50 Mixcloud soon – you can find the final lists for the last two years at that link too). Obviously, this was a challenge I couldn’t resist. In reverse order, here are my top five choices….
5) Therapy? – Helpless Still Lost (from the album ‘Disquiet’):
As a long-time fan who always welcomes a new album by this kick-ass Northern Irish punk/metal trio, it was inevitable that I would include one of Therapy?’s excellent 2015 tracks in my top five – but it was really difficult to decide which one, since Disquiet (incredibly, their fourteenth studio album – I feel old) has pretty much been glued to my stereo on repeat since it came out earlier this year. With a sound and production which echoes their earlier material but that still feels fresh, this sludgy, riff-heavy clatter of a track was my eventual choice. This is a real return to form, and, like all of Therapy?’s best moments, this track manages to weave a bleakly twisted melody into the distinctively tangled raw-edged mesh of driving guitars and breakneck drumming that the band have utilised to great effect over the course of their career. More please!
Regular readers will know that I’m celebrating Another Kind Of Mind’s fifth birthday at the moment by hearing from a number of my favourite bloggers and tweeters. Today’s birthday guest post comes from Rick J Leach, who is the author of Turn Left At The Womble: How a 48 year old Dad survived his first time at Glastonbury and Totally Shuffled: A Year of Listening to Music on a Broken iPod. He also blogs about music over at Turn Left At The Womble and is ever interesting on Twitter. He’s chosen to write about a subject that is very close to this old music geek’s heart (in fact, I may well write a reply post to this at some point). What do you think? Do you agree with him? Feel free to comment…
Is it just me?
Am I getting too old?
Is there something (not) going on?
Music just doesn’t seem significant these days.
I am writing this from the perspective of a 50 year-old music fan and as someone for whom music has played (and still continues to play) a significant part in my life since I was probably 10 or 11 years old. I can’t imagine life without music. I can’t imagine not listening to any and all genres of music and not being excited about what may be coming up, just around the corner. (Although more of that in a bit).
I realise all has been very quiet on the blogging front here lately – but worry not good readers, I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth….
There are lots of shiny new posts to come, however – including the very long-awaited (and, it must be said, rather rude!) second part of the most ridiculous names in sport post, more bizarre and sinister episodes in the history of medicine, another selection of the weirdest words in the English language, the story of why a yew tree in a quiet west London churchyard commemorates of one of the saddest events in 17th century history, even more music lists, and anything else that catches my fancy or makes me cross enough to start typing like a demon.
I’m also still after your mondegreens (see here for an explanation of this), so leave me a comment or send me a tweet with your favourite misheard lyrics and you might find your contribution used in an upcoming post!
I know many of you enjoyed the street art photos I posted at the end of last year, so you’ll be pleased to hear that my Flickr photostream is currently being regularly updated with more images from various parts of London. If you know of any good places to see street art in the capital, I’d love to hear from you too.
You can also find Another Kind Of Mind on Tumblr, where I post lots of typically random bits and pieces, and I’m often to be found being geeky about music and ranty about politics on Twitter too – feel free to follow if you are on either or both!
More than ten years ago I began compiling a list of what can only be described as sportspeople with ridiculous names, after I discovered the existence of the gloriously-monikered footballer Jermaine McSporran (strangely enough, he’s not Scottish…). The list lay dormant for quite some time until my recent discovery of another footballer with a quite astonishingly ridiculous name – the Brazilian lower-league striker Creedence Clearwater Couto (see below for more on this chap).
Posting this discovery on Twitter led to a flood of quite brilliantly silly new names (and a few old favourites) from many of my followers – leaving me clinging to my desk, breathless with laughter, for the whole of one evening last month. God knows what the neighbours must have thought! As a result of all this social media fun and games, a number of people asked me to put together a complete list in one place (it ended up being two places: Part Two to follow!) – so here it is…
Goodies and baddies:
“Eden Hazard is a cracking name,” correctly observes a Twitter correspondent, “Would make an excellent high-school superhero”. I concur (despite Hazard’s recent run-in with a ballboy), and would also suggest that the Chelsea and Belgium winger teams up in a superhero partnership with the ex-Swindon Town, Kilmarnock and St Johnstone player Danny Invincibile.
It’s really not uncommon these days to find social media sites up in arms about something or other on a regular basis – and last night’s overexcited Twitter storm was no exception to that. But this time, surprisingly, Twitter wasn’t getting its collective knickers in a twist about the latest political outrage, celebrity foot-in-mouth comment, Daily Mail screed of hate or exploitative reality TV show.
Instead, and to the astonishment of music fans (of a certain age, mostly) everywhere, the mysterious and now almost mythical shoegazer band My Bloody Valentine finally released the very belated follow-up to their classic 1991 album Loveless onto their website in the early hours of this morning, to a response on Twitter that can only be described as mass indie hysteria.
Unsurprisingly, the demand for mbv (as the album is inventively titled) almost instantaneously crashed the band’s website, and it remained down for several hours – leading to frustrated jokes aplenty about MBV frontman Kevin Shields breaking the internet or spending 22 years creating a beautifully crafted error message instead of an album.
In a way, all this was typical of My Bloody Valentine – they’ve never been a band to do anything the conventional (or even easy) way. The recording sessions for Loveless, for example, comprehensively demonstrated Shields’ notorious sonic perfectionism at its peak, plus the completed album ended up almost bankrupting Creation Records in the process.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the July 2012 edition of the Another Kind Of Mind Stupid Awards. All those nominated for a Stupid Award tonight have been chosen for their spectacular demonstrations of pure, unadulterated idiocy and their inability to function with any sense even in the glaring face of reality. July has been a vintage month for such complete and utter fuckwittery, what with all of tonight’s candidates showing off their not inconsiderable skills over the last week – so, without further ado, here are the nominees…
Aidan Burley MP:
Nominated for: Being a racist Tory bigot in charge of a computer.
Oh look. Yet another Tory MP has opened his mouth and stuffed his foot firmly inside it in a very public fashion. There is something to be said for politicians being on Twitter – I follow several who are actually very interesting and very human tweeters. I may not always agree with them but they mostly understand the concept of when to shut up – unlike Mr Burley, who is (for the time being, anyway) still somehow MP for the marginal constituency Cannock Chase after some really nasty comments.
As it’s Another Kind Of Mind’s second birthday on WordPress next month (blimey, how did that happen? Only seems like five minutes ago…), I’ve been having a bit of a revamp and a general tidy-up about the place.
I’m adding some new features (you may have noticed the slideshows recently!) and have finally got round to updating the static pages. I’ve also added some excellent new sites to my blogroll, which you can find at the very bottom left of the page. All the links listed are well worth checking out. Incidentally, if you think your site should be on there and isn’t, please let me know.
If you want to get in touch, have a look at the Feedback page for more details. You can always ‘like’ the Another Kind Of Mind Facebook page, follow me on Twitter, check out some more of my photography on Flickr or follow me on Tumblr for more random odds and ends while you’re waiting for the next ‘proper’ post here…!
Mrs Bun: Have you got anything without SPAM?
Waitress: Well, there’s SPAM, egg, sausage, and SPAM; that’s not got much SPAM in it.
Mrs Bun: I don’t want any SPAM!
Mr Bun: Why can’t she have egg, bacon, SPAM, and sausage?
Mrs Bun: That’s got SPAM in it!
Mr Bun: Hasn’t got as much SPAM in it as SPAM, egg, sausage, and SPAM, has it?
Vikings: [singing] SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM… Lovely SPAM! Wonderful SPAM!
It’s ridiculous really.
A good day to bury bad news again?
The saga of Trafigura, Carter-Ruck, The Guardian, Twitter Power and an indignant government, which broke messily all over the internet yesterday morning – well, that quite neatly eclipsed the latest installment in the MP’s expenses scandal, which had been rumbling on apace for most of Monday, and looked to be building up a good head of steam towards another day of revelations and unseemly bickering in Westminster.
We certainly got the revelations, and plenty of unseemly bickering at Westminster and beyond, just not on the subject of expenses; which slightly annoyed me, considering that I had started Tuesday morning with the aim of writing another ranty blog on MP’s expenses high on my ever-expanding To Do list for the day.