Sunday Morning Coming Down

When I first started writing these Sunday morning posts, the idea was to post songs with a general Sunday morning vibe. It soon became apparent that most of the songs were Country ones, and so it evolved into the Country-centric thread you see now.

Key to that evolution, was positive comments I received when I posted a couple of songs by this guy, and so, since I’m a little short of time this week – literally taking a break from packing my bag to go away as I write this – here’s the song that kicked that change off:


Charley Pride – Is Anybody Goin’ To San Antone?

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

Apologies that it’s been a bit quiet round these parts this week, another case of life catching up with me and me having other stuff which needed to be done.

I’m at an old friend’s wedding back in Cardiff this weekend, and I’ve not had chance to write much in advance. Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Anyway, this week, I was made to feel very old indeed when I learned that it is now 15 years since Doves released their “The Last Broadcast” album. Ouch.

Here’s the gorgeous closing track from it:

Caught By The River Front

Doves – Caught by the River

More soon.

Which Reminds Me….

A couple of posts last week included songs displaying verbal dexterity.

And earlier today, I mentioned Chas & Dave.

You know where I’m going with this, right?



Chas & Dave – The Sideboard Song (Got My Beer In The Sideboard Here)

I’m away this weekend, so all of this weekend’s posts have been written in advance. You should be grateful, for, result permitting, you may have had one of Chas & Dave’s many Spurs songs instead…

More soon. 

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Before I go any further, a thank you to you all. You are quite the politest bunch of readers that I could ask for.

What makes me say that? Well, last week I posted John Prine’s “Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You”, despite having posted the very same song in the very same thread about six weeks earlier, and not one of you was impolite enough to mention it. So, spry about that, and thank you.

Now, to today’s song, which has most definitely never appeared here before.

The other night, BBC4 once again showed “Last Orders”, the documentary about Chas & Dave. If you’ve never seen it before, then try and catch it sometime if you can, irrespective of whether you like their music or not.

Because one of the most fascinating things that you’ll learn is the history that the duo had before they found fame.

Take Chas Hodges, for example: for many years a jobbing session musician, he worked with legendary producer Joe Meek, played with Mike Berry and The Outlaws along with Richie Blackmore in pre-Deep Purple/Rainbow days, with Cliff Bennett and the Rebel Rousers, and toured with Jerry Lee Lewis and Gene Vincent.

Chas is best known for playing the piano, but he’s also an accomplished guitar, bass, violin and banjo player. And it was the bass and the violin that he played whilst in Heads Hands & Feet, along with guitar legend Albert Lee.

And this is them:

51878196Head Hands & Feet – Country Boy

More soon.

The Election Section V2.1

Morning all.

Let’s have another look at that graphic I posted last time out.

C43Mq4SWQAA9-x7You’ll have noticed, of course, that the largest section of that pie chart is the 18,604,470 people who didn’t vote because they couldn’t.

Many of those will have been 16 -17 year olds, now old enough to vote, but of course that still leaves the current crop.

The day after the election was called, Green Party co-leader Caroline Lucas raised this issue when she told the House of Commons:

“If this election is, as the Prime Minister says, about a more secure future for this country, if it is an election of such national significance, we should have an urgent change in the law to give Britain’s 1.5m 16 and 17-year-olds a say in what will be very much their future on the 8 June.”

The argument wheeled out against such reform is that 16 – 17 year olds are not mature enough, not knowledgeable enough about politics, to make an informed decision.

This is, of course, patronising nonsense.

At that age in the UK, you are able to get married, have kids, drop out of school, join the armed forces, or just plain work and – crucially – if you do the latter, then you are obliged to contribute to society by way of paying income tax and national insurance.

It’s always struck me as being a little odd, unfair even, that we are perfectly happy to take a slice of their earnings, but are not prepared to allow them to have a say in how that money is spent.

Of course, electoral reform won’t happen, for the simple reason that, just as the majority of 16 – 17 year olds, had they been able to, would not have voted Leave in the Brexit referendum, so they are more less to vote for the Conservatives this time around. It’s the revolutionary disposition of youth you see: something to be feared.

I’ve tried to find an appropriate record to sum all of this up, but all of the songs I could think of about being too young are either about being too young to get married/fall in love, or (before any of you suggest it) by The Specials and about teenage contraception.

So instead, this for Caroline Lucas and the rest of her party, meant with empathy:


Kermit the Frog – Bein’ Green

Always had my suspicions that Grover was a Tory.

In the absence of electoral reform allowing 16 – 17 year olds to vote, getting those entitled to vote to do so becomes even more important. So:

Register to Vote

More soon.

The Return of The Election Section

Okay, I’m going to hold back the rant for now. We have six weeks of election bullshit ahead of us to wade through, plenty of time for politicians to irritate me sufficiently to provoke that most biting of response: a blogpost and an appropriate song.

Before that happens, a little over two years ago, in the run up to the last General Election, I ran a series of posts featuring records with some political content, alongside others which I fiendishly gave political context where before there had been none. There were ten posts, eight posted before the election, two slightly more depressing ones afterwards; all of the links have perished by now, so I thought that I’d revive a couple of those songs to kick things of.

So, with my apologies to very long-term readers who are now yawning and moaning that they’ve seen all of this before, we’re off, with a song I referred to in my last post, the other “rap” song that I (incorrectly) think I can perform when I’ve had a few. And in case any of you are unaware of my political leanings, the title of this one should make it abundantly clear:


Oui 3 – Break From the Old Routine

Next, a song which I’ve posted twice before, but it’s such an absolute classic I’m brazenly going to give it its’ hat-trick appearance. It’s an anti-Thatcher song, but since the lyrics are deliberately oblique, it’s one which has stood the test of time:


Hue and Cry – Labour of Love

And whilst that may be upbeat, subversive pop at it’s finest, this next tune is one of the most hypnotic, noisiest two-chord call-to-arms you’ll ever hear, a record I’m proud that I bought on 12″ when it first came out, back when I was a youthful cardigan-wearing  unapologetic leftie (I’m no longer youthful, and I wear nice jackets instead of cardigans these days, but the rest stands):


Spacemen 3 – Revolution

Just in case that one was a little too subtle for you, a record which an ex-flatmate and I once bonded over. He had rocked up to the flat Hel and I shared to see the spare room we had on offer, bleach-blond Mohican haircut and leather jacket gloriously offset by his spectacles, girlfriend who definitely wasn’t going to be moving in too, no honestly, you’ll hardly notice her (….) in tow, and Hel and I liked him immediately. One Friday night he and I stayed in and drank, and of course I’d done a playlist, which had this song on it. We must have played it about ten times in a row, mostly because I was so pissed and chatty I kept talking over it and then complaining I’d missed it again.

Quite how I managed to miss it, gives an indication of just how pissed and chatty I was.

This was always going to get an airing at some point, but a request by regular reader abramson60 via the Comments the other day has brought it – and, for that matter, this whole post – forwards:


Newtown Neurotics – Kick Out The Tories

Ok, so that’s the stuff I’ve posted before done and dusted. Coming soon: biting satire in the form of musical misappropriation.

In other words: more soon.

But before I go, a little comment. Since the snap election was called earlier this week, we have already seen examples of voter apathy, much raising of eyebrows and tutting and “Oh no, here we go again”s.

One of the many things that has annoyed me since the Brexit referendum is the constant message that the majority of the UK voted to leave the EU. They did not. The majority of people who voted, voted to leave the EU. Here’s a graph which you will see me using a lot over the next few weeks:


Let’s do the maths: that’s 31,553,728 people who either did not, or could not, vote in the referendum.

When Theresa May announced the snap election, she claimed that it was to prevent divisions at Westminster hampering the Brexit negotiations. We’ll examine that statement in more detail another time.

But had more people turned out to vote in the Brexit referendum last year, it’s just possible that the result would have been different, and that those same Brexit negotiations would not be happening.

So, make no mistake, it is apathy among the electorate which has led to this election being called. Which is not an excuse for even more voter apathy this time around; it is so, so important that as many people as possible are able to vote – irrespective of how they vote – on June 8th.

Which is why you’ll see me posting this link a lot over the next few weeks too:

Register to Vote

You have until 22 May 2017 to register to vote in the General Election on 8 June 2017.

Do me a favour and sign up will you?

That is all. For now.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #9

Time for some more whistling shenanigans, and a tune by the artist you’ve all been expecting me to drop sooner or later.

That’s right: Roger Whittaker.

Just kidding.

Credit to the Nation.

Okay, so perhaps not who you were expecting.

The band came to prominence back in 1992, with their “Smells Like Teen Spirit”-sampling track “Call It What You Want” (which was re-released in 1993 after they signed to One Little Indian Records).

Their debut album, “Take Dis”, was released in 1993; I first encountered them at around the same time, firstly when a guy who was working at the video store in Cardiff when I started there played me some of their stuff, and then also when the aforementioned “Call It What You Want” appeared on a compilation album of NME Singles of The Week I bought.

Today’s track was their biggest UK hit, a dig at other pop stars who elected not to use their position of power and influence to actually say anything of any importance and maybe, just maybe, make a difference (I’m looking at you Sheeran. Actually, I take that back; I’m not sure I want someone who hangs out with James Blunt and Princess Beatrice to issue a call to arms to the youth of today).

It also has the dubious distinction of being one of three rap/hip hop songs (or a song featuring a rap section) which, when I’ve had a few, I’m convinced I can pull off.


Credit to the Nation – Teenage Sensation

More soon.

What? The other two songs….? Well, one is Mr C’s rap from The Shamen’s “Move Any Mountain”. And the other….the other will feature on these pages very soon indeed.

Which Reminds Me…

Following on from yesterday’s post about songs which cram in as many words as possible, it would be remiss of me not to post this, the opening track from 1965’s “Bringing It All Back Home” album, a song jam-packed with some of Grizzly Bob’s finest blink-and-you-miss-’em lyrics:


Bob Dylan – Subterranean Homesick Blues

Maybe not his finest moment, but there is if course an iconic clip from 1967’s “Don’t Look Back” that insists on being posted too:

More soon.