The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 110

I haven’t got any tattoos- never seen one I really liked enough to make me want to get it done. I’m not saying I don’t like them, I just never got the bug. Plus, when I were a lad, they were very much an outsider thing. You wouldn’t have one done in a visible place if you ever wanted gainful employment. hence, they were very much an outsider thing. I was never that much an outsider. Now, everyone has one, all over the place. Overexposed and from top to bottom. I was once in a busy swimming pool with my kids and I think we were the only  three people in the water without tattoos. A much younger colleague has her niece and nephew’s names on her the tops of her feet. On a school trip she asked if I ever thought about having my kids names tattooed on me, to which I replied ‘Nope. I can remember my kid’s names.’ Also, having them scrawled on my inner forearms won’t make them mean any more to me. But occasionally a proper 50s style rockabilly tattoo can be appealing.

Tonight’s Friday night song is a real swinging, bluesy rockabilly song from Jimmy Dempsey in 1960. he woke up this morning and she done moved- gone, left, skidaddled, real gone.

Think I might go for a pint.

She Done Moved

The Mekons

George, a regular commenter and Friday night rockabilly enthusiast has been having a clear out and found a book he thought I might be interested in- I was- so he sent it to me. Isn’t the internet great? These connections we make sat in our homes with like minded souls around the globe (Glasgow in George’s case). The book is a collection of paintings and thoughts of Jon Langford, founder and foremost man of The Mekons. Jon Langford came from Wales and went to study art at Leeds University just as punk hit the provinces. Armed with some art criticism, some Marxist ideology, friendship with Gang Of Four and a complete inability to play their instruments The Mekons made the classic debut single Never Been In A Riot. A later version of The Mekons made country-punk, fired up by the real attitude of old country ‘n’ western, hard-living songs about love, loss, death, drinking and smoking. They toured the world in the 1980s leaving a trail of fiddles and guitars behind them and a small army of followers.

Where Were You is one of my favourite Mekons songs but I don’t seem to have it on the hard drive any more. I do have this one…

Hello Cruel World

I’ve long liked this one, Memphis Egypt, about the redemptive power of rock ‘n’ roll…