Just Dandy

So The Dandy Warhols were not just good last night, they were astoundingly good. The sort of gig you come away from kicking yourself for not knowing more of their songs so you could have enjoyed it even more.

Other than that, just one downside: Electric Ballroom, if you’re going to insist a set is finished by 10pm on a Saturday night(!!), how about advertising “on stage” times, so the ticket buying public don’t turn up at 8:20pm and find the act they’ve paid to see already on stage? We’d have happily turned up earlier and spent our money buying your beer rather than that of a local pub if we’d known.

In other words, we missed the start, and without checking songlist.fm, I have no idea whether they played “Get Off” or not.

Which I just have. Bugger. Stroppy Tweet sent to the venue.

Highlights? Plenty of them.

From Courtney Taylor’s solo rendition of “Everyday Should be a Holiday” which prompted the best crowd singing I’ve heard since watching Evan Dando soldier on to play an acoustic version of “Big Gay Heart” after the sound system conked out mid-gig at the Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff, through a boisterous rendition of “Bohemian Like You” via awesome takes on “I Love You” and “We Used To Be Friends”.

But for my money the show-stopper was this, which I’ve posted before, but it’s so good I make no apologies for giving it a much deserved second airing:


The Dandy Warhols – Godless

There was no brass section with the band last night; instead the trumpet line was provided by the drummer – and the crowd – “parp-parp-parp”ing along in full voice.

Just glorious.

More soon.

And finally…

…I’m off to see The Dandy Warhols play at the Electric Ballroom in Camden tonight, so this is the last post for today.

I’m hoping they play this, one of my favourite tracks from their most commercially successful album, “Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia”, which is mostly over-looked due to the massive success of “Bohemian Like You”:


The Dandy Warhols – Get Off

Say hi if you see me there. I’ll be the one who looks way too old and uncool to be there. Should narrow it down a bit.

More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sometimes, when I’m feeling the need to be organised, I write a few of these posts at the same time, and such was the case with today’s offering of Sunday morning loveliness (I didn’t have much else to do, since I was using my bro’s post yesterday).

Imagine my surprise, then, when having completed today’s selection of Sunday songs and settling back to watch Match of the Day last night, to promote Match of the Day 2 they played the first song I had lined up today. Now, all I can think of when I hear this is Shearer looking smug, which I’m pretty sure was not the desired effect:


Dinah Washington – A Sunday Kind of Love

Quite a few years ago, I worked in a video store in Cardiff, a job I loved, but ultimately was crappily-paid so I had to find something else to do to earn my corn. The legacy of those couple of years, of which you will learn much more later, is that I love any films which are based in and around such establishments. Clerks, for example, is one of my favourite films (but not Clerks 2). A couple of years ago, I watched “Be Kind, Rewind”, and was delighted to find it heavily referenced Fats Waller, a jazz pianist and singer I had a bit of a soft spot for, mainly thanks to my Dad playing me this when I was a kid. So, to keep things on a jazzy tip this morning , here’s some more Fats:


Fats Waller- I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter

And now, as they say, for something completely different.


The Dandy Warhols – Godless

Nothing like remembering what Sundays are all about, eh? Speaking of which:


Blur – Sunday Sunday

And finally, a few months ago I posted on Facebook that I had just discovered the next artiste, probably a long time after everyone else, and was informed that the video for this song was filmed in Grangetown, a less than glamorous suburb of Cardiff. I honestly figured the person telling me was winding me up until he posted the link to the video and I can confirm he was right, that’s Grangetown alright. Makes yer heart fair swell with pride.


John Grant – Chicken Bones

More soon.