Cancelled #2

Amongst the flurry of emails I’ve received this week, from different companies I have some sort of link to, assuring me that it would be as close to business as normal as they could manage while the current crisis continues (which just smelled a bit too much of when you get an email telling you that ‘tickets are selling well’ for an event you expressed an interest in, or that ‘There’s only a few tickets left- don’t miss out’) I received another one telling me that a gig I was due to go to was to be rescheduled.

Please don’t get me wrong: rescheduling gigs is absolutely the right thing to do.

But still: a bit annoying.

This time, the gig in question was Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, and hot on the heels of The Jesus & Mary Chain last week, I began to wonder if I should maybe think about going to see acts who don’t dress predominantly in black.

Never mind. It gives me the opportunity to post this absolutely piece of beautiful bleak doom-adoration, which may be a new genre I’ve just created especially for Mr Cave:

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – The Ship Song

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

This morning, we’re going back to one of those titles which could only appear in a Country record, which means I don’t have to bother writing much about it.

See? That’s it. No really, that’s all I’m doing.

I mean, check out this guy’s suit and hat combo. I don’t need to say anymore:

David Frizzell – I’m Gonna Hire A Wino To Decorate Our Home

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

I don’t know how it managed to not cross my radar, but I had no idea about the Clap for the NHS thing that happened at 20:00 on Thursday.

Which makes me feel bad for not joining in, obviously, especially given my own, well-documented on these pages, previous health issues.

At said time on Thursday, I was doing some actual work, just for something to do more than anything (anything to avoid writing the next bit of The Chain), when I heard the folks in the flat downstairs suddenly become quite loud and clappy in the hallway below me.

Oblivious and cantankerous sod that I am, I muttered something under my breath about them being noisy feckers, and since it sounded like there was more than one person, something else about them not following the social distancing rules.

And then a mate mentioned it on the WhatsApp chat group I’m in with my London buddies, so I looked it up and immediately felt bad, partly for my cursing, mostly because I’d missed it.

So to Twitter I went, where people were posting clips of their locality, and I have to say I was quite moved.

See, London, grubby London, where everybody (apparently) avoids eye contact, where nobody speaks to their neighbour, is not a place renowned for this sort of thing, so to see the footage, the whooping, cheering and clapping in support of our friends in the NHS who are, frankly, risking their lives to help us, was quite amazing and inspiring.

And this song, from one of my favourite albums ever and which I can’t believe that I haven’t wanged on about already, came to mind:

World Party – It Can Be Beautiful (Sometimes)

One thing though, and I hate to politicise this, but: if you voted the present Goverment in, who for the past ten years have systematically attacked, belittled, dismantled and sold off the NHS, and you stood out there clapping on Thursday, you need to take a long, hard look at yourself.

More soon.