Cue the Kazoo

Last post of the weekend, honest.

For those of us who weren’t able to make it to Glastonbury, the BBC footage was invaluable in feeling anywhere close to being there. Frankly, just this weekend makes the cost of the TV licence worthwhile to me.

Not least because every now and then, there’s a little treat that’s thrown up from the BBC set, which not only allows for the likes of Mark Radcliffe, Jo Whiley and some of those young people I don’t recognise to noodle on like they’re of some importance, but also allows bands to perform a song from one of their sets.

It was through this that I first encountered First Aid Kit doing “Emmylou” a couple of years ago, so, as always I was keen to see what they had lined up for this year.

Much of which failed to ignite the Dubious Taste passion, with the exception of one song. A song I already knew, possibly one of the greatest songs ever written.

Oh, and played acoustically, with an orchestra of kazoos on the fade out. Of course.


Chris Difford & Glen Tilbrook – Up The Junction

More soon.

“In the End, It Took Me a Dictionary to Find Out the Meaning of Unrequited” #2

If I were more organised, then:

a) this would have been the first post in the series, and

b) I would have posted it on a Saturday.

Such is life.

I can’t really go any further in this thread without posting the song that the thread title is lifted from. I wish I’d chosen something else, for two reasons:

  1. I’ve posted this song before, and
  2. As the title of the series, it takes ages to type out every time.

But here you go: the greatest song ever about unrequited love. A song we can all identify with, I think, set as it is in school years, when we all had a crush which wasn’t reciprocated.

Didn’t we…? Can’t just have been me, surely?

Mine was with a girl called Fiona. Adored her from the moment I clapped eyes on her. But she really wasn’t in the least bit interested.

And then, one day in double English, I was messing about and as a punishment was made to sit on “the girls’ table” for the rest of the term. Right in between Fiona and the equally admired Tammy.

This was no punishment, thought I (and several other boys in my class). This was an opportunity.

Twice a week, I got to show her that I was not just really quite good at English, but also that I was the funniest, most charming bloke they could ever meet. A catch!

It seemed to work for a while. I distinctly recall her relaying a joke that I had made to some of the other girls. A joke about carrots. And not even a rude joke about carrots.

Hey! Don’t judge me! Root vegetables was the subject matter I was handed, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I ran with it.

Alas, Fiona remained impervious to my charms, and shortly afterwards her family moved away, shifting her to a different school.

I like to think me moving seats and her moving school weren’t linked in anyway, but you never know. It’s possible.

It wasn’t even a particularly good joke about carrots, if I’m honest.

It’s all downhill from here.


Billy Bragg – The Saturday Boy

If ever I think someone needs some Billy in their life, that’s the song I go for. 100% conversion rate so far. If you’ve always steered clear of Billy because you don’t like his politics, pop that prejudice away for a moment and give that a listen.

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

This morning’s slice of Country is a song which I’ve known since I was a kid, and which I was reminded of when it featured at the start of this week’s episode of Fargo.

It’s a song which has always made me chuckle, for two reasons, one of which is deliberate on the part of the singer/songwriter, the other, I suspect, less so.

The intentional one is the joke about the definition of the word “egotistical”.

The unintentional one comes in the introduction, where we’re expected to believe that Mac Davis, of whom I have never heard anything else by, is headlining at a nightclub and being put up in “Star Suites”.

And then I do a teensy bit of research to pad this post out a little, and find that he wrote “In the Ghetto” and “A Little Less Conversation” for Elvis. And that he recorded and performed with Nancy Sinatra. And that he hosted an edition of The Muppet Show, where he performed today’s track.

Looks like I’m back to chuckling in the places where I’m supposed to, then.


Mac Davis – It’s Hard to be Humble

Oh hang on. I can chuckle at his perm instead.

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

Ordinarily, I’m very wary of a band announcing that they’re quitting, and then a couple of years later making another announcement that they’re reforming again.

But when the band in question is LCD Soundsystem, I’m more than happy to cut them some slack.

Here’s the first track I ever heard from their second album, Sound of Silver, a bleepy, throbbing, downbeat classic:


LCD Soundsystem – Someone Great

More soon.