I had a very quiet day yesterday. Which I needed since Monday evening wasn’t at all quiet.
Category Archives: Music
Getting old
I don’t seem to be able to handle a heavy night like I used to. After beer before, during and after last night’s PUSA gig, I’ve spent much of today lying on the sofa. It’s just as well I’m on leave because there’s no way I could’ve gone to work.
The gig was stupidly good, although it wasn’t even close to a sell-out. They’re not exactly well known now I guess.
Lump
The song gives a seemingly nonsensical description of a girl named or nicknamed “Lump”, from the point of view of someone who knew her personally (someone who may have been in love with her). Lump is, during the song, lying in a swamp. It is uncertain whether she is catatonic, unconscious, or dying. Her life, as it is described, seemed to have been a wasted one. She was probably either unintelligent or had possibly suffered mental deficiency from heavy consumption of alcohol or drugs, though the latter isn’t stated explicitly. It is also implied that Lump was sexually promiscuous.
This time next week I shall be having beer in a nice pub. Before experiencing the boggy marsh that is the O2 Academy.
To see the Presidents of the United States of America.
E, beards and buses
Well, I’ve finished painting my T-shirt. And I’ve decided it’s too big.
XL shirts seem to have been getting smaller over the past few years. I’m not a small bloke, but I’m not extra large. But in recent years I’ve found that Large shirts have become so small I can’t attempt to wear them. So, while gaining only a small amount of weight around my middle, I’m now extra large.
My recent blank shirt purchase, however, has led to an important discovery. Proper sized shirts. So, although my newly painted shirt is too big, I have the satisfaction of dropping a shirt size without any attempt to reduce my middle region. I may have accidentally discovered the ideal diet.
While on the subject of Eels (it’s a line from an Eels song), have you noticed how fashionable beards are becoming? You can hardly go anywhere now without encountering an E (Eels front man) clone. In fact, while at the bus stop this morning, I saw one on the number 56.
Eels
Would you take me where you’re going if you’re never coming back? Watching old Eels stuff on YouTube.
Fly away …
Elbow
A friend of mine grows his very own brambles. Watching the old Elbow-BBC Philharmonic thing on YouTube. First time in ages and first time I’ve watched the whole thing in one go.
Rare find
Just over a year ago, I took down my jukebox speakers when replastering the living room. A couple of months ago, I decided I’d delayed putting them back long enough and dug out my drill. Which was quite dead. After a further delay and the acquisition of a new drill, the speakers were returned to the wall.
And, of course, the jukebox wouldn’t work. Before taking down the speakers it’d worked perfectly, so I couldn’t understand its failure. The CDs would attempt to play, then stop. The LED display showed er 61 which wasn’t exactly helpful since I don’t possess a manual.
According to the Internet, I simply needed to clean the CD drive lens. But that didn’t do anything. The next most likely cause of the problem was the CD unit itself. So I set about trying to find one.
At first I wasn’t very successful, although I could send the unit to the US for repair for only $130 plus postage. But after only a few days, a couple appeared on eBay. New units too, cheaper than a repair.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to fit it.
Brief gigs
I’ve been to a couple of gigs very recently and both were quite short. The View, on Sunday, were good; fast paced and nicely loud.
But it was a pretty short set, out of character and unusual for a band with so much material. Still, they did play five Rebeccas so I can’t say I was disappointed.
The following evening involved attendance at my eldest grandchild’s school carol concert. Mercifully, it too was short. Painful though.
Lowlands
Watching the Specials set from Lowlands 2010 on YouTube. I was there with the Phil. A rather good festival.
Where’s the playground Suzy?
Watching a Glen Campbell gig from the 70s on BBC4 right now. I must acknowledge the man’s genius. Well, was.
