Be Brave

I had a weird dream last night that featured some of you lot (at least dream versions of you, I don’t know what most of you look like). Various bloggers had met up in a Scottish city. I’ve got a vague feeling it was Dundee, a place I’ve never been and know nothing about apart from there’s a cake named after it and the two football grounds are very close together. We all took part in some music-based event on a Saturday night and the following morning played an 11-a-side game against a football team, in which I didn’t play very well (Drew, Davy and Ctel pointed this out to me repeatedly). The Vinyl Villain JC (whose face is on his blogsite but had grown curly hair) sweated profusely afterwards in a pub. Then I woke up.

This song came out on 10″ vinyl last year by Tropic Of Cancer. Described as dark ambient, drone, industrial and metal (!?) this is the soundtrack to a strange dream- repetitive, dark grey, doom laden disco. Unsettling and really very good.

Be Brave

Shake Your Hips

In the end I dashed out to see Wilko Johnson last night. It was pretty good- stripped down rhythm and blues, telecaster action, Norman Watt-Roy on bass (proving he can really play), some great songs. A little too much ‘MojoUncut rock bloke’ going on at times with some fiddly-diddly bits but I’m glad I went. And he did that shooting across the stage while machine gunning the audience with his guitar thing.

The blues has a long tail doesn’t it? Not sure it shows much in the charts at the moment but it slithers on from the Mississippi Delta to Canvey Island to the Medway via elsewhere. It might die out in the next twenty years in terms of record sales and public profile but it’s done pretty well. Some Slim Harpo for you and the slinky-as-anything Shake Your Hips.

Shake Your Hips