(Not) A Traditional Easter

It may have escaped your attention, in these weird days of self-isolation and lockdown, that it’s Easter Weekend, news that would normally be greeted with great joy since it hails every working person’s favourite type of weekend: the four day one.

But not this year.

I’ve been working from home for the past couple of weeks, and all this means is that in the same way that I wouldn’t normally go to the office until Tuesday, this year I don’t have to go to my living room for the same period.

Which will make this weekend seem even longer than it will already feel.

Some other traditions won’t be observed this year; for example, ordinarily I would go and spend the weekend with my parents, but that’s off the menu now. Easter usually falls close to my Dad’s birthday – it doesn’t this year, but I doubt I’ll be able to visit him when it does happen later in the month, and this is particularly frustrating this year, as he celebrates a significant milestone this year. More of this a little nearer the time.

In the meantime, one tradition which lives on: that I post this song every Good Friday.

Army of Lovers – Crucified

More soon.

A Traditional Easter

It’s Good Friday, and long-time visitors to these pages know this means two things:

  1. A super long Bank Holiday weekend, and
  2. I’ll post this:

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Army of Lovers – Crucified

I’m away to visit the folks for the weekend, which also includes my Dad’s birthday on Tuesday, so there might not be as many posts as over the weekend as you may have gotten used to over to recently – it very much depends how many I manage to write on Thursday night when frankly I should be packing.

In other words: more soon.

A Traditional Easter

No, not organising an Easter egg hunt.

Not stuffing my big fat face full of hot cross buns either.

Nope, round these parts we like to celebrate the Easter weekend by posting some appropriate and/or vaguely blasphemous records.

And this gets one posted on this day every year:

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Army of Lovers – Crucified

Nice to see another year having passed hasn’t tarnished that. It’s still fabulous and camp.

More soon.

A Good Friday

So, it’s Easter weekend again, and time for us all to pretend we’re devout Christians honouring a long-standing tradition, when really all we care about is the fact that we all get to stuff our faces with chocolate and, in the UK at least, enjoy a super long, four day weekend:

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The Bluetones – 4-Day Weekend

Yes! A whole four days to think about doing that bit of DIY you’ve been putting off for months, and which you’ll continue to think about until Monday when, suddenly aware that you’ve totally wasted the whole weekend, you’ll skulk off to B&Q and spend the rest of the day trying to construct a flat-pack chest of drawers, armed only with a knife masquerading as the screwdriver which you can’t find, several screws less than your supposed to have, and an instruction manual written in every language except English accompanied by the most confusing diagrams known to mankind.

But we shouldn’t ignore the real reason we get this extended break. So, here’s a little something which references the events which didn’t actually take place at all, let alone on this day (controversial, I know):

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!!! – Even Judas Gave Jesus a Kiss

Regulars will know that, despite not having a single religious bone in my body, I do love to post festive songs at Christmas but, as I pointed out in previous years, there just aren’t that many which can be linked to Easter celebrations, unless you go down the egg route, which I’m not going to.

So, here’s my tradition: posting this every year in all it’s outrageous, glorious campness:

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Army of Lovers – Crucified

More soon.

Happy Easter

There are considerably less Easter-y songs than there are Christmas-y ones, which some of you might be quite pleased to hear.

Actually, there might be loads which have a tenuous link, but I can’t think of any. There’s always next year.

What I can think of is this gloriously outrageous slice of Swedish campness which, before you turn your noses up at it, Kurt Cobain praised in his posthumously published journals. Either that or Courtney made it up. You decide.

Crucified

Army of Lovers – Crucified

More soon.