Sunday Morning Coming Down

Quite some time ago, I posted two versions of “Wildwood Flower”, one of which was from The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band’s “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” triple album, and I promised to post more from it at some point.

With one eye on keeping the “up” mood of post-2016 going, I was going to post their version of “Keep on the Sunny Side”, but I figured you all knew that song in one version or another.

So this instead, to kick off 2017’s Sunday Morning Country songs, I plumped for this:


The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – You Are My Flower

This album will feature again, so packed is it with absolutely wonderful songs like that.

Go on, give yourself a New Year treat and give it a listen.

More soon, in other words.

You Couldn’t Get Away With This Nowadays

With thanks to Vintage TV for playing this the other day and making me stop and gaze in disbelief.

Today’s choice is a song about a man loitering on a street corner, giving girls ‘the eye’, and thinking thoughts which are so sordid, the clarification: “you can’t go to jail for what you’re thinking” is required.

Depends what you’re thinking, I guess. Maybe if Josef Fritzl had been stopped when he was just thinking about making a cellar under his house, or when Harold Shipman first decided the elderly were a burden on the National Health Service, or David Cameron started thinking a referendum would be a good idea, a lot of upset could have been avoided.

Anyway, this lot’s behaviour was doubtless viewed as perfectly harmless back in the day. That’s how you met women, it seems: by standing on the corner, looking at them lustily, cheekily, whatever worked. I almost long for those days, compared to now when apparently it’s absolutely the norm to text a photo of your genitals to a potential suitor (not a practice I ever intend to indulge in, I hasten to add!)


The King Brothers – Standing On The Corner

The King Brothers? The ‘King Brothers more like.

More soon.

Footnote: I’ve just realised this thread makes me sound like I’ve turned into the Daily Mail. You do all realise my tongue is placed firmly in my cheek as I write these anti-PC posts, right..?

Late Night Stargazing

Much was written by my friends and peers towards the end of 2016 about going to see Pixies perform. I didn’t go, and from what I’ve heard, I’m kicking myself a little bit about that now.

Pixies are one of my favourite bands ever, so why did I not grab the chance to go see them live, I hear you ask? Well, firstly, Kim Deal is no longer part of the band and that, to me, is a pretty big…erm…deal. Secondly, while the new material has been, y’know, fine, it hasn’t grabbed or excited me anywhere near as much as they did back in the day.

I’ve seen them before, of course, most recently in 2004, at the V Festival in Chelmsford, when they first returned to the fold, original line-up intact, and it was one of those rare, hairs-on-the-back-of-the-neck-standing-up gigs that don’t come along very often. I never thought I’d ever see them play those songs again, so to be there, albeit at the grubbiest of festivals, knee-deep in discarded fast-food trays and plastic pints, was a wonderful moment.

I saw them once before that, back when they were promoting the “Doolittle” album, 1989, Cardiff University Great Hall. I was right down the front, just avoiding the mosh-pit but still managing to position myself in front of Ms Deal, and for a couple of hours, and a for about a week afterwards, it was the greatest gig I’d ever been to. (It’s still the second best gig I ever went to; a week later I saw the greatest gig of my life, and neither have ever been usurped, no matter how many times I’ve seen Super Furry Animals, Quo, or The Wedding Present).

So why didn’t I go see them last year? Because I figured they’d probably focus on their new stuff a bit more than I liked. Seems from the reviews I’ve read that I was sadly misguided on that one, but there you go, win some, you lose some.

So why am I talking about them here, in the bit where I post quite quiet, chilled out tunes? After all, Pixies are more well known for their quiet-loud-quiet format than their quiet-quiet-quiet.

Well, this song deserves some recognition, although you’ll all know it already of course. No, not “La La Love You”, although that could just have easily have been posted now. No, this:


Pixies – Hey

Gruellingly incredible stuff.

More soon.