The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 125

Ronnie Hayward (and his Trio) have been bringing rockabilly out of Vancouver since 1984 and have played around Europe and North America ever since. This song mixes some hillbilly bluegrass into a rocking bassline and and a smart vocal.

Dedicated to Andy Coulson and Rebekah Brooks.

You Hound Ya Lie

Mr November

I like this picture of a Lego record shop, not that it’s related to the rest of the post.

Someone asked me recently what I thought of The National and then got a bit huffy when I said ‘yeah, they’re alright’. ‘What do you mean, alright, don’t you like them?’ he said. ‘Yes, they’re alright’ I replied (that’s a good alright, not a ‘weeell, they’re alright I suppose’- can you see the difference? I could. He didn’t). They are alright- I quite like some of their stuff, not so fussed about a full album, some good songs that bear repeated listening (Apartment Story is stunning). And this one, I really like- it’s more than alright.

I met Drew for a few beers the night before last. He was in town for work so we met in Didsbury’s Old Cock and we talked about the things middle aged bloggers talk about- life and families; car troubles; The Clash, Joe Strummer and Mick Jones; that forthcoming Mary Chain box set; various Weatherall remixes; our favourite albums of this year so far (me- Asphodells, him- Daniel Avery); the Mercury Prize (yawn); how since turning 40 the lives of people around us have turned to shit; loss and illness; scooters and cycling, giving up smoking….

So, Drew (and L, Max and Leo), Tony (DVD), Davy, David (and the girls), Jacque and John, Harvey and Sam, Rachael and anyone else I’ve missed who’s been through the mill recently one way or another, this song- a valedictory tale of a middle aged man looking back at his youth when he used to be ‘carried in the arms of cheerleaders’ and raging against the dying of the light- is for us, for all of us.

Mr November