Friday, 31 July 2020

Walken on sunshine



It's 35C and rising out there, peeps - and guess where I am? Yup. Indoors, working. And what's the forecast for the weekend, I hear you ask? Twenty-two degrees. Of course.

Never mind, eh? Once the clock strikes 4pm, I shall be locking that bloody laptop away FOR A FORTNIGHT! Two whole weeks away from work - and a weekend in our beloved Amsterdam in between - to look forward to. Yay!

It's also Fatboy Slim's birthday today - so let's get the party started early, in the company of one of the greatest dance music geniuses this country has ever produced - and Thank Disco Christopher Walken It's Friday! I wish I could do this...


Have a great weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 30 July 2020

The "Book of Dreams"







RIP, the Argos catalogue. Everything you ever wanted in life was there...

And suddenly I find myself



Among another varied clutch of celebrants, including the lovely Frances de la Tour, Paul Anka, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hilary Swank, Peter Bogdanovich, Rat Scabies, Daley Thompson, Henry Ford, Terry O'Neill, Buddy Guy, Henry Moore, Christopher Nolan, Lisa Kudrow and Emily Brontë [how appropriate] - it's our Patron Saint of Weird Gyrations Kate Bush's birthday!

All hail.

By way of a celebration, here's one of her beloved, eternally mysterious classic numbers - from way back in 1978 (gulp):


("He's here! He's here!
He's here! He's here!")

I hear him, before I go to sleep
And focus on the day that's been.
I realise he's there,
When I turn the light off and turn over.

Nobody knows about my man.
They think he's lost on some horizon.
And suddenly I find myself
Listening to a man I've never known before,

Telling me about the sea,
All his love, 'til eternity.

Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.

He's very understanding,
And he's so aware of all my situations.
And when I stay up late,
He's always waiting, but I feel him hesitate.

Oh, I'm so worried about my love.
They say, "No, no, it won't last forever."
And here I am again, my girl,
Wondering what on Earth I'm doing here.
Maybe he doesn't love me.
I just took a trip on my love for him.

Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.
Ooh, he's here again,
The man with the child in his eyes.


Many happy returns, Catherine "Kate" Bush CBE (born 30 July 1958)

Wednesday, 29 July 2020

Let's Danse



Time for a "proper" musical interlude, methinks...

...and here is a touch of class this blog so desperately needs:


Truly brilliant!

Gawd bless the BBC...

Tuesday, 28 July 2020

It's a teenage dream to be seventeen, apparently



Timeslip moment again...

Our trusty TARDIS has deposited us into a weird world of Nylon clothing, Safari Suits, platforms and flares, to 1975 - the year of the final end of the Vietnam War, The Naked Civil Servant, two assassination attempts on President Gerald Ford, Jaws, Lord Lucan, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the Moorgate tube crash, Jim'll Fix It, Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, the Sex Discrimination Act, "George Davis is Innocent", Patty Hearst, Poldark, Ding-a-dong, King Juan Carlos I of Spain, Disco-Tex and the Sex-O-Lettes, the kidnap and murder of heiress Lesley Whittle, Idi Amin, Isabel Perón, the Spaghetti House siege, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, David Essex, Margaret Thatcher becoming leader of the Tory party, football hooliganism, war in Angola, Muhammad Ali, Tommy, the assassination of Ross McWhirter by the IRA, "Davros" in Doctor Who, the first referendum on membership of the EEC, The Good Life, the "Birmingham Six", Bohemian Rhapsody and the "Crossman Diaries", and we had snow in June; this year David Beckham, Michael Bublé, Kate Winslet, Enrique Iglesias, Mark Ronson, Tiger Woods, Drew Barrymore, Mel B, Joe McFadden, The Sweeney, Charlize Theron, Tobey Maguire, Ant (Anthony McPartlin) and Dec (Declan Donnelly), Microsoft, Natalie Imbruglia, Paddington, Angelina Jolie, Mozambique, Cape Verde, Lauryn Hill, Papua New Guinea, Bradley Cooper, Jamie Oliver and Fawlty Towers were all born; and Josephine Baker, Susan Hayward, William Hartnell, P.G. Wodehouse, Louis Jordan, Graham Hill, Haile Selassie, Bernard Herrmann, Aristotle Onassis, Chiang Kai-shek, Dmitri Shostakovich, Lee Wiley, Michael Flanders, Barbara Hepworth and James Robertson Justice all died.

In the headlines in July forty-five years ago: Arthur Ashe became the first black man to win Wimbledon, Foreign Minister Jim Callaghan flew to Uganda to personally request Idi Amin release British prisoner Denis Hills, an American Apollo spacecraft made a symbolic docking with the Soviet Soyuz craft, Harold Wilson's government agreed a one-year cash limit on pay rises with the TUC, and the first phase of the extension of the Piccadilly line to Heathrow Airport was completed with the opening of Hatton Cross tube station. In our cinemas: Young Frankenstein; Paper Tiger; Doc Savage - Man of Bronze. On telly? Celebrity Squares, Seaside Special and That's Life; and Ray Langton married Deirdre Hunt in Coronation Street.

And in our charts this week in 1975? Typically Tropical, Johnny Nash, Ray Stevens, the Bee Gees, Smokie, Linda Lewis, Van McCoy, Judge Dread and - for some reason - a reissue of a Brian Hyland's teenybopper number Sealed With A Kiss from 1962 were all present and correct...

...but, of course, above all else here in the UK - 1975 was the year when tartan became a "uniform" for teenage girls, as a group of lads from Edinburgh had emerged from practically nowhere to rule the world (or so it seemed).


It's all about the trousers...

As this article observes:
Wherever the Bay City Rollers appeared in public they caused mass hysteria - with fans screaming, crying, fainting, stretching their hands out to touch the group and oftentimes at concerts rushing the stage in an effort to get to the group. In the presence of the Rollers, many fans would become completely hysterical and as such, totally uncontrollable. For the uninitiated, scenes like this were bewildering, quite worrying, even a little frightening. The group completely took over the lives of their fans, who were predominantly young girls. Most were probably teenagers but many were pre-teens. And this pop group was their first love, their heartthrobs, in fact their whole world. The effect The Bay City Rollers had on their fans was such a phenomenon that it was given a name by the press - 'Rollermania'.
Their success was indeed phenomenal. They'd already chalked up a string of hits the previous year, and in March Bye, Bye, Baby went to #1 for six weeks [which back then meant selling a million physical copies of a single, from a shop such as Woolworths, rather than these days when a track only needs to sell about 36 CDs and get a few thousand views on YouTube to reach the top]. This week in 1975, this was their second (and final) chart-topper. Grab your tartan hankies, girls!


It's a teenage dream to be seventeen
And to find you're all wrapped up in love
And I found that you made a dream come true
Now I do believe in what I say

You've got to give a little love, take a little love
Be prepared to forsake a little love
And when the sun comes shining through
We'll know what to do
Give a little love, take a little love
Be prepared to forsake a little love
And when the sun comes shining through
We'll know what to do

When I walk with you there is just we two
And the world goes by but I just don't care
And I know one day that I'll find the way
To be safe and sound within your heart
So until I do I'm gonna give a little love, take a little love...


That's poetry, that is.

Bay City Rollers on Wikipedia

Monday, 27 July 2020

Export strength cheese


A message for Monday

It was tough getting up this morning - it's still only July, but the weather shrieks "October". As it has all weekend - pissing rain, grey skies; just miserable.

Never mind, eh, there is just this week [#19 at home, indeed] to struggle through, then I have a fortnight's annual leave with a weekend in Amsterdam in the middle to look forward to!

Speaking of which, on this Tacky Music Monday, how about a wake-up call from "Holland's best export act", the - ahem - sublimely talented Luv' [sic]?!


I do hope that cheered you up.

Have a good week, dear reader.

Sunday, 26 July 2020

You better chase all your cares away


The elegant Lobelia speciosa "Fan Burgundy" is the star of the moment here in the extensive gardens of Dolores Delargo Towers

It's been grim and wet all weekend here, which is "Sod's Law" - it was lovely all week while I was working.

We could do with something to cheer ourselves up, and who better to bring some sunshine into our lives than the faboo Pink Martini (even if they are performing from their own homes)?


Get happy? We're trying.

Saturday, 25 July 2020

Healthy appetite?





You'll need it.

Friday, 24 July 2020

Heavenly storm; just what I'm searching for



Almost there, peeps - another frustrating working week is crawling slowly to its denouement.

It also happens to be the 60th birthday today of the multi-purpose Miss Siedah Garrett, a lady who spent much of her career "20 Feet From Stardom", as backing vocalist for the likes of Queen Madge, Pointer Sisters, Brand New Heavies, Quincy Jones, Donna Summer and Jennifer Hudson. A modicum of chart success beckoned in the mid-80s when she was chosen as duettist with former Tempations vocalist Dennis Edwards on the minor hit Don't Look Any Further [a song that went on to be a massive hit for M People a decade later]; she struck gold with her duet with the then-"King of Pop" Michael Jackson on I Just Can't Stop Loving You, then back into the shadows she went...

...until she was "rediscovered" in 2007 by Brighton's finest, The Freemasons - and aren't we glad they did?

Thank Disco It's Friday!


Adore that song. "Rain down, love"? I hope it doesn't.

Have a good weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 23 July 2020

Everybody dance, woo-woo, clap your hands, clap your hands



Yay!!

Our Princess Kylie Minogue has a new album coming out called DISCO - and she's released this little "teaser":


It doesn't sound very "Disco" to me, but it's a grower, methinks...

I'm off to her website now to pre-order my copy!

Kylie DISCO will be released on 6th November - just in time for Xmas.

Wednesday, 22 July 2020

He said I was the type that was most inclined when out of his sight to be out of my mind





Sad news today - the coolest-of-the-cool jazz vocalist and songwriter Miss Annie Ross has shimmied her way off to that great bebop jam in the sky, four days before what would have been her 90th birthday.

An émigré from Scotland, young Annie emerged from her theatrical upbringing to become a star of that post-War New York jazz zeitgeist as pivotal member of the vocalese trio Lambert, Hendrick and Ross, who collaborated with the likes of Count Basie, Louis Armstrong, Dave Brubeck, Carmen McRae and many more legends of the jazz-cabaret scene. Her songs were covered by estimable stars such as Carole King and Bette Midler, and she went on to open her own nightclub in Covent Garden in London, welcoming as performers the likes of Nina Simone, Blossom Dearie, Anita O'Day, Joe Williams and Erroll Garner.

A legend, indeed - not least for this eternal classic:


RIP, Annie Ross (born Annabelle Allan Short, 25th July 1930 – 21st July 2020)

Tuesday, 21 July 2020

Monday, 20 July 2020

For sure it was, mmm, out of sight


This is DEFINITELY not me in the morning.

As we enter week eighteen of this madness, and as the sunshine this morning is far better than anything we had on the weekend, I am certainly not in the mood for work.

Hey ho - let's wake ourselves upon this Tacky Music Monday with something very weird indeed. Be afraid, be very afraid...


A genuine "WTF?" moment.

Unsurprisingly, I have actually featured the bizarre antics of Mistral before. If you think that was insane, try this!

Have a good week, dear reader. I don't recommend keeping those tinfoil shoulder-pads on for long, however. They chafe.

Sunday, 19 July 2020

Es simplemente imposible



Crack open the Tinto de Verano - it's the 80th birthday today of the fantabulosa Señorita Vikki Carr!

She is undoubtedly one of our favourite singers here at Dolores Delargo Towers, and we have quite a collection of her music in our music library.

I have, of course, played her "camp classic" It Must Be Him many times - not least here - but what of her other big '60s OTT number?


A boon to drag queens everywhere...

Not everything she did was so dramatic, of course, and on this Mexican bolero (that eventually became a huge standard for the likes of Perry Como, Shirley Bassey and many more as It's Impossible), her vocals are truly beautiful:


Many happy returns, Florencia Bisenta de Casillas-Martinez Cardona (aka Vikki Carr, born 19th July 1940)

More Vikki here, here, here and here.

Saturday, 18 July 2020

Get me a gin immediately...



...Mama's been shopping!


When Queen Madge did this song, I doubt she was actually referring to Primark.

Friday, 17 July 2020

There's a party at the discoshow



Hurrah! We've made it to the closing throes of another week, the forecast looks good for the weekend, and we have parties to plan (in our heads, mainly)!

To get us going, how about this [ahem!] "classic" [from a lady who bears a more-than-passing resemblance to Lou Costello] that I have discovered while roaming through the madness that is Europopland?

We'll all be singing along at five past five...

Thank Disco It's Friday!


5.05, Another Friday night
5.05, Can't stop that feeling inside
Funky evening, just begun
All the night we're having fun

There's a party at the discoshow
Dance and romance to be found
That's the place where I wanna go
Swinging around and around

5.05, Let's dance the night away
5.05, I know today is the day
Funky evening is the start
Of a new romance with a man in my heart

There's a party at the discoshow
Dance and romance to be found
That's the place where I wanna go
Swinging around and around

Disco!
Disco!
Disco!

There's a party at the discoshow
Dance and romance to be found
That's the place where I wanna go
Swinging around and around

5.05, Another Friday night
5.05, Can't stop that feeling inside
Funky evening, just begun
All the night we're having fun

5.05, Let's dance the night away
5.05, I know today is the day
Funky evening is the start
Of a new romance with a man in my heart

5.05, Another Friday night
5.05, Can't stop that feeling inside
Funky evening, just begun


Have a good weekend, dear reader!

Thursday, 16 July 2020

Yul Log








Yul Brynner (born Yuliy Borisovich Briner, 11th July 1920 – 10th October 1985)

[Yet another centenary that has shamefully been ignored by the pitiful remnants of what used to be called "the press and media"...]

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Whoops, Acropolis



The sun is shining out there again [for the third morning in a row - we're being spoiled!], but we home-workers can't get out there as much as we'd like to enjoy it.

Instead, let us wallow in the cavortings of impossibly glamorous people in exotic locations once more - this time, by way of a tribute to "The Maestro" Ennio Morricone, who died last week. This video brings more questions than it answers, of course, such as "How does she wear that much mascara in a hot country without it streaming down her face?", "Was she a stripper in that club when he met her?" and "Why is he chasing her round the Acropolis in her pyjamas?"...


Sigh.

[Music: Ennio Morricone - Belinda May]

Tuesday, 14 July 2020

And you may ask yourself, "Well... how did I get here?"



Despite the fear that this blog may be becoming a bit of a "birthday almanac", I note nonetheless that another oddly-matched set of famous people have birthdays today, including Ingmar Bergman, Gerald Finzi, Polly Bergen, Sue Lawley, David Mitchell, Arthur Laurents, Gerald Ford, Karel Gott, Woody Guthrie, Harry Dean Stanton, Bruce Oldfield and the magnificent Comtesse Jacqueline de Ribes [still with us, aged 91, I am pleased to say], it happens to be the 60th birthday today of another in a long line of new diva discoveries here at Dolores Delargo Towers...

... Miss Angélique Kidjo!

I knew her name, of course, but had to my eternal shame never paid much heed to the lady or her music before. She's a bit of a superstar, I find - not only a hugely successful artist in her native West Africa [she was born in Benin, but left the region due to continued war and strife and relocated to Paris], but has [thanks to her "discovery" by the genius that is Chris Blackwell of Island Records, and subsequent critical success] risen to become one of the most respected singers to arise from that catch-all genre "World Music".

In her impressive career, she's collaborated with singers and musicians as wide-ranging as Alicia Keys, Peter Gabriel, Youssou N'Dour, Carlos Santana, Joss Stone, Ziggy Marley, Branford Marsalis, Cyndi Lauper, Philip Glass and Josh Groban, performed tributes to Miriam Makeba, Nina Simone, Cesaria Evora, Jimi Hendrix(!) and Celia Cruz [for the album of which she won a Grammy], and just last year had her very own late night Prom at the Royal Albert Hall! Whew.

Never content with taking the "easy route", it seems, the lady even released an album in tribute to Talking Heads. And from it, this joy:


Many happy returns, Angélique Kpasseloko Hinto Hounsinou Kandjo Manta Zogbin Kidjo (born 14th July 1960)

Monday, 13 July 2020

Make it so


Our new bench, in the "jungle"

Such beautiful weather yesterday - and today, more's the pity, as we enter week 17 of working from the living-room - the garden is really taking off!

To try and alleviate the sad fact that I do indeed have to work for a living, so my time in the paradise we have created is curtailed again, on this Tacky Music Monday we have a double-bill of celebrations to cheer us up.

Firstly, that delightful old fruit Sir Patrick Stewart celebrates his 80th birthday today! Despite his six-decade career as a classical actor, including sixteen years with the Royal Shakespeare Company [indeed I saw him in Antony and Cleopatra way back in 1978 in Stratford-upon-Avon, opposite Glenda Jackson and Alan Howard in the titular roles], it is forever for his role as Captain Picard in Star Trek: The Next Generation that he will be remembered. I don't actually recall this particular musical scene, but it certainly woke me up:


The other bit of exciting news is that we have booked our flights for our annual pilgrimage to Amsterdam next month! We and the Essex Boys had paid deposits for our rooms, and the hotel confirmed it was indeed open for business and expecting us, so we thought "what the hell"? So, on that note, here's a typically understated little number from one of our fave Dutch queens [whose own milestone birthday - he turned 60 in April - we missed completely], Mr "De Toppers" himself, Gerard Joling!


I need to borrow that coat to wear as I alight down the steps of the EasyJet plane at Schiphol!

Have a good week, dear reader...

Sunday, 12 July 2020

A word from our sponsor



"It is a miracle."

Apparently.

Saturday, 11 July 2020

We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag, put it out



Timeslip moment once more...

We've surfaced from Waterworld into the midst of 1995 again - the year of Princess Diana's "there were three people in this marriage" Panorama interview, the Bosnian War, Oasis vs Blur, Nick Leeson and the collapse of Barings Bank, GoldenEye, Windows 95, Steve Fossett, Jacques Chirac, the Sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway, assassination of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, Gangsta's Paradise, the conviction of Rose West (and the suicide in prison of Fred West) for the murder of ten women and girls, Russian war in Chechnya, Leah Betts, Muriel's Wedding, Louis Farrakhan, the Schengen Agreement, The Madness of King George, Hugh Grant's arrest with a prostitute, Eduard Shevardnadze, Robbie Williams leaving Take That, Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City bombing, Clueless, OJ Simpson found not guilty of murder, "Mr Darcy", the docking of Space Shuttle Atlantis with the Russian Mir space station, and Pocahontas; the year Dua Lipa, Gigi Hadid, the World Trade Organization (WTO), Timothée Chalamet, Hollyoaks, Troye Sivan, Mumbai (formerly Bombay) and the Sony PlayStation were born; and Kenny Everett, Ginger Rogers, Lana Turner, Donald Pleasence, Peter Cook, Dean Martin, Elizabeth Montgomery, Paul Eddington, Harold Wilson, Sir Michael Hordern, Ida Lupino, Doug McClure, Gerald Durrell, Larry Grayson, James Herriot, Sir Robert Stephens, Burl Ives and Sir Kingsley Amis all died.

In the headlines in July twenty-five years hence: the Srebrenica massacre of of more than 8,000 Bosnian civilians by Serbian forces horrified the world, PM John Major's gamble with calling an election to face-down his critics paid off as he was re-elected leader of the Conservative Party, the world held its breath over the stand-off between the West and Saddam Hussein over Iraqi disarmament, and the massive Hindu temple in Neasden was formally opened; in the ascendant was Aung San Suu Kyi, who was freed from house arrest in Burma, but we bade a fond farewell to the dilettante poet Sir Stephen Spender. In our cinemas: First Knight; Batman Forever; Congo. On telly: Gaytime TV; Stars in Their Eyes; Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious Universe; and the ill-fated L!VE TV (with its "News Bunny", "Topless Darts and "Lunchbox Volleyball") was launched.

And in our charts a quarter of a century ago (gulp)? Outhere Brothers were at #1 with Boom Boom Boom, and also present and correct were a clutch of - ahem - less-than-inspiring artists including Diana King, Robson & Jerome, Reeves & Mortimer and Shaggy, as well as boyband MN8, Techno combo Clock and the legendary Edwyn Collins...

...and this one!


We are young
We run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright

We wake up, we go out
Smoke a fag, put it out
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright

Are we like you?
I can't be sure
Of the scene as she turns
We are strange in our worlds

But we are young, we get by
Can't go mad, ain't got time
Sleep around if we like
But we're alright

Got some cash
Bought some wheels
Took it out
'Cross the fields
Lost control, hit a wall
But we're alright

Are we like you?
I can't be sure
Of the scene, as she turns
We are strange in our worlds

But we are young
We run green
Keep our teeth nice and clean
See our friends, see the sights
Feel alright


Twenty-five years? Where did they go?

Friday, 10 July 2020

Jelly time!


A buffet!

Yay! Another weekend beckons and, after one of the wettest, most miserable weeks in ages, the sun is shining. It won't last, but at least it makes the view out of the window a bit nicer.

Speaking of lovely things, darling Jason Orange [the "quiet one" formerly of Take That; centre of pic above] blows out fifty candles on his cake today [gulp!].

That gives us a perfect excuse to get the party started by wallowing in the lithe semi-naked gyrations [they knew their market!] of the UK's most successful (and pretty) boyband, at the very beginning of their triumphal career - and Thank Disco (Jelly?) It's Friday!!


"No need to ask me - do what you want!"

Oh, OK then. I will.

Have a good weekend, peeps!

Thursday, 9 July 2020

And me in a suit - well, it just wasn't me



Another bizarrely mismatched selection of notables were born on this day, not least David Hockney, Tom Hanks, Dame Barbara Cartland, Mervyn Peake, Jim Kerr of Simple Minds, Sir Edward Heath, Paul Merton, Courtney Love, Richard Roundtree, Brian Dennehy, Dame Judi's late husband Michael Williams, OJ Simpson, Bon Scott of AC/DC, Kelly McGillis, Lee Hazlewood...

...and our beloved Patron Saint Marc Almond!

Here, by way of a celebration, is one of his more recent (and sadly overlooked by the ungrateful buying public) numbers, the lyrics for which I think are most appropriate:


I've got a redwood heart
Searching for love
I'm not so different to you
I yearn for another
But it's always a stolen romance
But a quick game of chance
A fly by night dance
Or a fling with a criminal lover
So you can give me your red roses
They'll all go straight in the trash can

I live my own life
I'll go my own way
And nothing you say will make me change my mind
I'll sing my own song
I'll bang my own drum
And everyday I'll leave all my worries behind
Leave your name on the door and say goodbye

I've learned how to dance alone
Not to answer the phone
I always make sure I'm just out of reach
Friends ask me to clubs, to parties, to bars
But I'm never around
I just like a nice cup of tea or a walk on the beach
So you can give me your phone number
But be sure I'll never call you

I live my own life
I'll go my own way
And nothing you say will make me change my mind
I'll sing my own song
I'll bang my own drum
And every day I'll leave all my worries behind
Leave your name on the door and say goodbye


...and, of course, another little something from - gulp - 38 years ago!
[I don't even need to post the lyrics to this one - anyone worth their salt knows this song word-for-word already...]


Happy birthday, dear Marc!

Peter Mark Sinclair "Marc" Almond, OBE (born 9th July 1957)

Wednesday, 8 July 2020

A price worth paying


Experts have insisted the current lockdown on the UK music scene must continue to prevent a resurgence of awful rubbish which could spread globally.

Despite anxiety about the economic damage caused by the closure of music venues, analysts say it is a price worth paying until a vaccine is developed to prevent upcoming musicians playing total shite.

Professor Henry Brubaker of the Institute for Studies said: “We have to recognise the danger that some unlikely, lowest common denominator mediocrity could go viral thanks to the irresponsible attitudes of some music fans.

“Ed Sheeran started playing gigs in Norwich in 2008. With an effective system of local lockdown he could have been stopped from reaching London and the devastating effects of ‘Galway Girl’ would have been prevented altogether.

“Similarly, if suppressed at an early stage we could have avoided Coldplay. Unfortunately it was allowed to flourish unchecked, reaching America and mutating via Gwyneth Paltrow, before going on to spread throughout the world.

“We must be certain that such devastation can never happen again before the British music scene is allowed to resume.”
The Daily Mash

Of course.

Tuesday, 7 July 2020

Fantastic, indeed



After four months of hell, I finally managed to get my hair cut. Hoorah!

Here's an appropriate song from a very appropriately-named band...


Deep joy.

Monday, 6 July 2020

I try to run and then I hit the heart brake



Grrr - another weekend over. Too soon, too soon...

Never mind, eh? As we gleefully (ahem) enter week sixteen of working from home, on this Tacky Music Monday I have discovered for your delectation, dear reader, an artiste truly deserving of that nomenclature...

Born Isabelle Morizet, Mademoiselle Karen Cheryl (for it is she) was possibly French television's answer to the hyper-energetic (American) Italian Heather Parisi. Certainly, the cheesy safety-gays-heavy dance routines and the dead-behind-the-eyes smile seem eerily familiar:


Phew. That woke me up!

Have a good week, my dears.

Sunday, 5 July 2020

Ich bin ein Vamp


I still haven't managed to get my hair cut

It's been another weird day, weather-wise - quite a lot of sunshine, but the gales have been so strong we thought another of the horrid weed trees over the back from us was going to come down. Unfortunately it's still standing, blocking out the mid-afternoon light.

Hey ho, between us we managed to get a few jobs done in the garden, as is our wont, so all is not lost. Here's some "Sunday music" to round the day off nicely, courtesy of a lady who we've managed to miss, more's the pity, each time she's appeared in London [maybe next time, eh?] - Melbourne's finest, Melissa Madden Gray aka Meow Meow!

First up, here she is with one of our "house bands" here at Dolores Delargo Towers, Pink Martini:


And, in case anyone were in any doubt about her reputation...


Faboo!

Meow Meow website

Saturday, 4 July 2020

Been a long time, been a long time now, I'll get to you somehow



Over the pond, our ungrateful former colony is celebrating (after a fashion, given the pandemic) its armed rebellion. Over here, we have a rather more British moment to celebrate - for yesterday, one of the most influential men in the world of popular music turned 60 years old!

Vince Clarke (for it is he) was the founder member of three of our (and the UK's) favourite chart-topping bands, Depeche Mode, Yazoo and Erasure - so, by way of a celebration, how about a choon from each of them? I think we should...







[Although this worldwide hit was intended for their second album You and Me Both (but was actually released as a standalone single instead), my fave Yazoo LP remains Upstairs at Eric's - see my blog post about that from 2012]




[Read my post about their concert at The Roundhouse in Camden in 2011]

The man is, quite simply, a genius.

Many happy returns, Mr Vince Clarke (born Vincent John Martin, 3rd July 1960)