Big Sur

I didn’t even hear this track this morning. I merely heard someone mention it and that was enough.

2003 was 15 years ago. Fifteen.

(let that sink in)

Oxymoronically, this song now sounds both incredibly dated and wonderfully youthful and energetic. Memories of watching them perform this on “The Other Stage” at Glastonbury still seem so fresh.

Nothing really happened for The Thrills, which is sad, but you can vicariously enjoy an updated version of their sound through Irish band, Villagers.

More Brilliant Music Like This: Here on Spotify

World’s Strongest Man broken by 15 year old girl

News in from Gaz Coombes, former frontman of Oxford trio Supergrass, and now artist in his own right. You may remember him from such posts as Supergrassed.

The video that featured in that post was Walk The Walk – something that Gaz certainly won’t be doing for the foreseeable future.

Ugh. Knees, eh?

Nice to see that the staff at my old stomping* ground, Oxford’s John Radcliffe Hospital, were able to sort him out.

Gaz’s tour, ironically promoting his album World’s Strongest Man**, has obviously been badly affected:

Dates in Utrecht, Lille, Spain and Italy have been cancelled. UK dates are rescheduled to May.

Fortunately, since there were no concerts scheduled for South Africa, life here goes on as normal.

 

 

* something else he can’t do right now

** “the biggest misnomer since Pussy Galore”

More of the same is often the best

I’m still a bit under the weather, so I really can’t be bothered to find examples, but I know that I have expressed the opinion that when bands or other musical artists produce new work that sounds pretty much the same as their old as their old work (assuming that their old work was decent stuff), that’s just fine.

Here’s Public Service Broadcasting proving my point:

This is great, but it sounds pretty much exactly the same as some of their previous work. Fortunately, their previous work was also pretty good (see?), so that’s just fine

And check out the comments:

And yes, the relies to that offer further validation to my theory:

and:

 

 

 

Life lesson: You’re doing just fine.
Don’t feel that you need to change things just because it seems to be the cool thing to do.

We’ve been here before…

After a lot of teasing, they finally shared the tour poster yesterday:

And the idea sounds pretty awesome:

Magne Furuholmen, Morten Harket and Pål Waaktaar-Savoy will be performing in An Evening With format, with an interval. For the first half of the concert, they will play new and old, familiar and less-familiar songs. Then, after returning to the stage, they will play the ten songs of their 1985 debut album Hunting High And Low in the running order of the original release.

Which, as I recall from my cassette tape days is this:

Take On Me
Train of Thought
Hunting High and Low
The Blue Sky
Living a Boy’s Adventure Tale
The Sun Always Shines on T.V.
And You Tell Me
Love Is Reason
I Dream Myself Alive
Here I Stand and Face the Rain

I thought that I’d missed their last ever concert. And then I thought I’d seen it.
It turns out that I was wrong on both of those.

But it’s always been a privilege for me to see a-ha in concert, and I’m happy that they’re still around and – hopefully – producing even more new material. While this all sounds very special, the surprising omission of a South African leg on the tour, together with the frankly terrifying state of the South African Rand means that we won’t be going along this time.

Still, if they’re going to do all their albums this way, there’s always the 2020 Scoundrel Days tour to consider. And then another 8 to follow that…

I’ll start saving now.

$5

I’m not a massive fan of Graham Norton or Christine and the Queens, but I happened to see this the other evening and I have to say that I quite like the song, and I really thought that this was a truly striking performance.

So much better than the usual formation choreography nonsense that we get served up, day in, day out.

Really worth 4 minutes of your time. Promise.

And yes, it’s on here. Of course.