Apropos of Nothing

On his BBC 6Music breakfast show, Shaun Keaveny used to have a spot called Earworms. He may well still do it since he moved to an afternoon slot, I have no idea since I’m at work then and don’t have chance to listen to it.

The basic idea was this: listeners would get in touch to suggest a record which had inexpicably become lodged into their brains.

It always struck me as being a bit of a falsehood, and that people would use it as an excuse to request a song they liked, wanted to hear, and to claim responsibility for its broadcast.

Maybe I’m just bitter, as he never played any of my suggestions.

I mention this because for the last couple of days, I’ve had this ace bit of power-pop banging around in my hippocampus. I know not why. Maybe I’m psychically connecting with somebody.

Jellyfish – The King is Half-Undressed

More soon.

It Really Fell Apart

I must say that I was slightly torn about posting a Moby tune earlier today; had it not been for Mark Lanegan’s involvement then I probably wouldn’t have.

Why’s that, I don’t hear you wonder?

Well…Moby recently released a memoir called “When It Fell Apart.” I haven’t read it. But I’ve seen enough from it to have formed an opinion.

No, not an opinion.

I’ll explain. In said tome, Moby claims to have been romantically involved with (13 years his junior) movie star Natalie Portman.

Now to me, and I know she has been in many fine films since, Ms Portman will forever be Mathilda, the teenage protegee of hitman Leon in the 1994 film of the same name – and therefore not somebody that I particularly want to think about as being romantically involved with anybody.

And, to a degree, she agrees, for after Moby had released his memoir she went on record as saying: “I was surprised to hear that he characterized the very short time that I knew him as dating because my recollection is a much older man being creepy with me.”

On balance, I think I prefer (if prefer is the right word) her account.

But that potential union of Moby and Portman – and, trust me, I do not mean to make light of a predatory musician abusing his status, because that’s how it looks to me – reminded me of this band.

I could never decide whether this was the greatest band name or the worst:

Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head – Me + Yr Daughter

I think perhaps the answer to that is that shortly after the release of that album, the band changed their name to Brite Futures, which is definitely rubbish.

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

And so as my Glastonbury family prepare to head off down to Pilton for a few days of bloody lovely debauchery and vodka alchemism without me (I’ll expand on this in the next few days), I thought I’d post something to remind folks of one of the legendary appearances in the Sunday Legends slot:

Dolly Parton – Sweet Summer Lovin’

You kids have fun now.

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

I didn’t care for his work when he was in The Screaming Trees, and I didn’t even notice that he was in Queens of the Stone Age until he’d left, but now I just love to listen to Mark Lanegan’s growling gravelly voice.

He saves/makes this:

Moby & Mark Lanegan – The Lonely Night

A post related to this briefly appeared yesterday as I managed to set it for Saturday rather than Sunday. Apologies for any confusion.

More soon, hopefully in the order I intended.