Having previously ranted about the inadequacy of nostalgia – particularly when it comes to the musical nuances we lash ourselves to – I was planning to write about a track that may or may not have been featured in a Peel Festive 50 sometime between 1989 and 1997; the reason being that some filament of memory kept insisting that said track was all k’powie, and wunderbar, and – I quote – “Just the type of shit that Lazer Guided Melody’s few visitors love reading about”. It didn’t help that a trip to the liquor store had been made prior to the construction of this post. (What can I say? It’s been a grrr, unmutual kind of week, full of rain and besmirch, and what is alcohol if not a fine substitute for happy-go-lucky equilibrium?).
It also didn’t help that I remembered neither title or artist of whatever track I was going to write about. It is possibly something I own. Possibly something I used to own, but lost in one of those record divorces that (thankfully) no longer occur. Alternately, it may well have been something I heard – once – on Mr Peel’s radiogram presentation, the merest sliver of which lodged eternally in some mental backwater, awaiting resurrection to the here and now as if the younger me somehow knew I’d be writing a mediocre blog, in a far-off land, in a hazy future.
Meanwhile, after a rummage in record boxes, and too much research on one of those internet things you have now, I learnt two things: the Festive 50 from so many years was loaded with highly dubious records, and: the track I remembered is awful. Dreadful. I’m ashamed to even hint at what it is, and there’s no way you’ll find it in lounging about the end of these words like a Soundcloud track ready to play for your delectation (answer, by the way, in the comments).
Instead, some other things that have been lingering about the LGM turntable like me around a liquor store…
Von Sudenfed / Chicken Yaiamas
Grasscut / High Down