On Friday night I watched the film Jimi: All Is By My Side. I had heard it got some bad reviews.
AC/DC – Highway to Hell
And as ‘Highway to Hell’ played I turned to my friend and said, that even if someone wasn’t too fussed about music, didn’t care to know too much about it, you couldn’t help but hear this and think this is a great song. Simplicity at its best.
Jessy Lanza – It Means I Love You
If I want to give myself an underhand compliment this week I’d say my knowledge of music can make me quite lazy when it comes to writing about it. Instantly I reached for easy comparisons when I started listening to ‘Never Enough’: New Order in that opening beat, and early Madonna in those vocals – this at the expense of pushing myself to say something decent. But what I found, and one of the elements I really like about this song is that, as if aware of my laziness, it keeps shifting, so as soon as my comparisons settle they are trod around and about by the dancing everyone is doing.
Meat Puppets – Lake Of Fire
Having lived with and listened to Nirvana’s live acoustic version of the Meat Puppets’ ‘Lake of Fire’ for so long, on finally hearing the original I’m struck by how much Kurt Cobain’s singing followed Curt Kirkwood’s phrasing and delivery. Listening to the Meat Puppets’ original I find my thoughts and ears slipping back and towards the voice and image of Kurt singing it (my experience of Nirvana’s version is as much visual as auditory, watching it on MTV as I did many times before the release of the record) some ten years later.
The Beach Boys – Help Me, Rhonda
I’m currently in Ronda, Andalucia, Spain. This is the Beach Boys song ‘Help Me, Rhonda’. This is also the premise of the pun (to be honest not even a pun) I’ve been making to my travelling companion since we got here. It “works” because Ronda / Rhonda is an example of a homophone. A point that I’m hoping distracts somewhat from the lack of thought that has been put into this week’s blog post.
Kimber’s Men – Bully In The Alley
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post from the folk festival in Broadstairs. I mentioned attending the sea shanties on the pier. This is one of the highlights of the festival for me. The set-up is this: a singer steps forward to take the lead on a song, everyone is invited to join in the chorus.
While sheltered from the wind and sun (no rain for the last couple of years at least), kids behind you defying the lifeguards by jumping off the pier into the swell, drinks being imbibed, there is something very affecting singing communally these sometimes centuries old songs. ‘Bully in the Alley’ was one of the songs we sang. It was led by Kimber’s Men who were this year’s guests.
Charlie Parr – Walk Around My Bedside
modern, buoy us up
though I am faithless.
Denise Riley, ‘When we cry to Thee’