The Sample Life

The other day my iPod decided to play me a tune that’s the main sample on a record that I love, and which always gets these old bones moving. Hearing it made me seek out the rest of the oh-so-many samples on said record.

There’s quite a few:

Alfredo De La Fe – Hot to Trot

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Crystal Grass – Crystal World

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Debbie Harry – Feel the Spin

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Gene Roddenberry – The Star Trek Dream

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Gil Scott Heron & Brian Jackson – The Bottle

+ (This next one should have been in my recent sweary Friday Night Music Club. Do not listen to it unless you really like rude words)

Karen Finley – Tales Of Taboo

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Laura Olsher – The Martian Monsters

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Peech Boys – Don’t Make Me Wait

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Rose Royce – Is It Love You’re After

(in the words of a now discredited and jailed Aussie pervert, “Can you tell what it is yet?”)

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Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs – Oh That’s Good, No That’s Bad

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Stacey Q – Two Of Hearts

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TZ – I Got The Hots For You (Vocal Version)

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Yazoo – Situation

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S’Express – Overture – Theme From S’Express

You’re welcome.

(Disclaimer: blame Wikipedia if any of those are wrong)

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

As many of you will know, this little corner of my blog has pretty much turned into a little corner of Country music, which seems just perfect for Sunday morning listening.

So there’s no way that I can’t make mention this week of the latest addition to the 2016 Deceased Club (seriously, they’ll be having one hell of a party up there right now), with the passing of Merle Haggard, a country legend if ever there was one.

Haggard is the archetypal Country star, a reformed bad boy, and his road to redemption is particularly astonishing, for in 1958 he was in the audience at a gig by one Johnny Cash, who played a gig at San Quentin prison where Haggard was residing at the time.

Haggard drew inspiration from Cash’s appearance, becoming a Country star in his own right, eventually, years later upon his release.

(Note: this is not the same gig as immortalised in Cash’s “…at San Quentin” album, the lesser known off-spring of his “Live at Folsom Prison” album.)

So, here’s some Merle, one of his best know songs (and that’s no bad thing), about him going off the rails and how his mother tried her best to keep him on the right side of the tracks:

Merle Haggard – Mama Tried

Sleep easy, cowboy.

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

I know I can go on a bit sometimes, so I’ll keep it short and simple tonight.

This is just breathtakingly fucking majestic:

The Chemical Brothers – The Private Psychedelic Reel

That is all.

More soon.