I knew it
I never liked the bloke, so this photographic evidence of his essential evil came to me as no surprise:
This post guaranteed Rolf Harris-free
I’m not much of a one for product placement, but there is always the justifiable exception. So go here now:
Speaking as someone who actually played one on a real record (and while we’re on the subject, yes, there have been other recordings featuring a Stylophone other than sodding “Space Oddity”!) I feel a great affinity with this whining buzzing burring slurring box of tricks with its little wand’n'all. So check out this fabulous site. Marvel at the dedication of the manufacturers! Deep intake of breath at the potential of once more owning your own Stylophone along with a certificate of authenticity! Cower in fear at the awesome potential of the megalithic Stylophone 350s with internal speaker, the Truckasaurus of the music world! And so on.
Why is a Stylophone like punk? Because, my friend:
STYLOPHONE’S NOT DEAD!
My first comment
I feel so violated! And yet, also, strangely vindicated. So here’s a picture of the young man who obliged:
He’s a great talent. You shall hear more from me on the subject of him on these pages and elsewhere. You have been warned. So, for that matter, has he. There’s a commemorative mug on the way to you, Rhods.
Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci “Peanut dispenser”
“Peanut dispenser peanut dispenser
Edrych ar y bo-bo-bore
Peanut dispenser peanut dispenser
Dangos i fi y go-go-golau
Seta plastic manw’n neud dim sens i
Fi fi fi fi fi
Wah wah wah wah wah Joshua Wah wah wah wah wah peanut dispenser”
If you really think Cole Porter or Bob Dylan or Lou Reed or David Bowie or Patti Smith or Mark E. Smith or whatsisname out of whoever could ever come up with anything even almost as good as “Wah wah wah wah wah Joshua” then we are destined to fall out soonish.
For that which cannot be provided here, go to
http://hendersoon.blogspot.com/2008/06/gorkys-zygotic-mynci-patio.html
for this and other wondrous recordings by this exemplary combo.
It’s a Mellotron, Jim…
If you, like me, are fascinated by the wonders of the Mellotron, then this is sure to interest you:
http://www.mysterycircuits.com/melloman/melloman.html
I only wish they’d thought of some more interesting tunes for the samples…
C is for….
…capybara.
Go here for more: http://www.rebsig.com/capybara/ Videos! T-shirts! Earrings already!
If I had a time machine I’d go back to July 1968, spend 3-4 years acquiring proficiency on a few instruments (Lowrey organ/Hohner Pianet/Mellotron 400/VCS3/tone generator) and then form a keyboard-dominated prog-rock band named Capybara, using this photo as the front cover for our eponymous debut which would appear either on Vertigo (swirl, natch) or RCA’s Neon imprint (four tracks, one taking up the whole of side 2). We’d do a tour with The Sensational Alex Harvey Band (incurring the wrath of their thuggish hardcore support) then split up owing to musical differences and the fact that our LP sold less than Ben’s. I’d become a session musician (but of course) and the others would roadie for Ducks Deluxe. Many years later, our name would appear in the lyrics to Go-Kart Mozart’s “Fuzzy Duck” from their “Tearing up the album chart” release (of which more another time), the out-takes from the 1st LP and the handful of tracks originally planned for our never-released sophomore effort “Capybara 2″ would come out on CD via Voiceprint and public demand would dictate we reformed (with me as the only original member) for a mini-tour of the Peak District with Gnidrolog and Tractor. Then I could die happy.
Peter Hammill ‘Nadir’s big chance’ (1975)
“I’ve been hanging around, waiting for my chance to tell you what I think about the music that’s gone down to which you madly dance…frankly, you know that it stinks!
I’m gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar
until your body’s rigid and you’re seeing stars!
Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits,
pansying around! Look at all the nerks
in their leather platform boots, making with the ‘heavy sound’
I’m gonna stamp on the stardust and scream till I’m ill!
If the guitar don’t get you the drums will!
Now’s my big break - let me up on the stage…
I’ll show you what it’s all about! Enough of the fake:
bang your feet in a rage - tear down the walls and let us out!
We’re more than mere morons, perpetually conned,
so come on everybody, smash the system with the song
come on everybody, smash the system with the song
Smash the system with the song!”
“A true original” - J. Lydon on P. Hammill
Try this link for that which is not provided here:
I won’t be happy until the last rabbit round here is the one inside your head, working the controls”
You need to go and visit “The Craggy Island Examiner” to get yourself some culture there. For feck’s sake, there’s a fecking link on this page. Ah, yer will. It’s only after being the best fecking site about the best fecking TV programme ever, although strictly speaking, that would be an ecumenical matter, yer big bollox. Sorry, I’ve been reading those Roddy Doyle books again…yer big gobshite…
Maureen Tucker “Playing possum”
I don’t like the Velvet Underground.
I used to. I still like the idea of The Velvet Underground, what they tried to do, their motives, the lot. But John Cale was right: “the songs are hypes”. A few years ago I realised I didn’t want to hear them any more so I got rid of all related recordings. Except this one.
This is the purest recording by one of the loveliest people ever to grace the ‘orrid world of rock and pop with her presence. She’s a great and revolutionary musician.
Try this link for that which is not provided here:
Mike Rep & The Quotas : “Mama was a schitzo, Daddy was a vegetable man”
No visual media could possibly aid my description of this monumental recording, so if I were you I’d go straight to http://detailedtwang.blogspot.com/ (a fine upstanding institution in its own right) and find out for yourself just how choice this fare is. But I’m not you so you’ll have to make up your own mind.
Damn.
