From a haze of early-nineties ennui. Hair grown long, getting stoned to Ommadawn by Mike Oldfield with a girl who should have known better. Snakebite and black: £1 a pint in the biker bar (although they’ll throw you out should you be wearing your dog collar; the studded one, complete with lead), and the playlist, … Continue reading Experiments whilst listening to the The Mission back catalogue.
The 2014 Best Of. The relentless march of. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, etc. Sleaford Mods at #10 in The Guardian’s year-ending; presumably the same Sleaford Mods who, when I announced that I preferred them when they were called Goldie Lookin’ Chain, spent the rest of weekend tweeting me … Continue reading LGM’s Favourite Albums of 2014, #10 – #2
What with the girls and guys over at 6Music busy celebrating the joys of the cover version this week, the thought bubbles springing up in the LGM compound suggest that it pays to be wary. It pays to be wary of most things, of course, cynicism good company when the nights are long and the … Continue reading LGM’s Ten Rules Of The Successful Cover Version
I get home. Pour a large glass of wine (red; a preference for malbec), stick a record on. Any record will do; I’ve long since quit any pretence at alphabetising. LPs sit on shelves, in stacks on the floor by the turntable, lost in alcoves after hiding them whilst a little tipsy, ready to be … Continue reading Confessions Of An Ageing Record Whore
This is Robyn Hitchcock, sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun. The song is Syd Barrett’s ‘Dominoes’; it’s a wonderfully delicate wee tune. You could place this in a bathtub full of water, and it would always float. The footage is from a BBC documentary on the enigmatic Barrett from a few years … Continue reading Robyn Hitchcock, Syd Barrett, And Some Words