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Block Party
Feb. 6th, 2006 08:41 amI wrote some Greatest Hits material yesterday (for those of you imagining that I was penning some brilliant songs for my next album that I knew, eventually, would form part of my Greatest Hits package, I fear that I must disillusion you. GH is just my paper-based zine, running for many decades, that was the precursor of blogs as we know them today -- just on a different timescale and using a different medium).
Anyway, I started an account of Eurocon 1977, "one hell of a holiday". And I thought that I had written a fair bit, and that I would go for a walk. And how much had I written? A page, that's how much. Pathetic. Back in the old days I could knock out five or six pages between coffees and whiskies. Eventually the whiskies slowed you down, ultimately to a dead stop, but when you were in the zone, say between the second and the 10th, you could type like a dervish.
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There are just too many good new albums around. No sooner have you dusted off one than three more come along. The new, as yet unplayed, Sparks album is this week's joy. Hard to believe that they have released 20 studio albums.
I kind of liked Sparks when it was unfashionable so to do - viz, in the summer of 1975, when they were seen as poppy, ethereal, gimmicky and, mainly, not Pink Floyd or Mike Oldfield. Popular music took itself far too seriously in those days.
Although I confess to a love for Sigur Ros and for Antony Hegarty, it worried me when I realized that their music has a clear lineage back to Yes. Now, Yes were, quite definitely, one of the worst bands in the history of the universe. Much though I consider "rock" bands like Megadeth 2 or GothSlice III to be irrelevancies that a bunch of harmless long-hairs can strum their air guitars to, I don't think that mega death-thrash heavy metal actually does any harm. Yes, by contrast, positively suffocated modern British pop music in the early 1970s, in the company of other overblown pomp rock wankers like Peter Gabriel, Jeff Wayne and Rick Wakeman. So it is clearly disturbing that I should like Sigur Ros, who seem to owe Yes some debt. Perhaps it's a matter of modern music being more eclectic these days (space for everyone, man) or perhaps it's that Sigur Ros are good while Yes were, well, crap.
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Seahawks gloriously busted in what I have been told was not that great a game. Which is why I never bet big on any games about which I know nothing.
Anyway, I started an account of Eurocon 1977, "one hell of a holiday". And I thought that I had written a fair bit, and that I would go for a walk. And how much had I written? A page, that's how much. Pathetic. Back in the old days I could knock out five or six pages between coffees and whiskies. Eventually the whiskies slowed you down, ultimately to a dead stop, but when you were in the zone, say between the second and the 10th, you could type like a dervish.
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There are just too many good new albums around. No sooner have you dusted off one than three more come along. The new, as yet unplayed, Sparks album is this week's joy. Hard to believe that they have released 20 studio albums.
I kind of liked Sparks when it was unfashionable so to do - viz, in the summer of 1975, when they were seen as poppy, ethereal, gimmicky and, mainly, not Pink Floyd or Mike Oldfield. Popular music took itself far too seriously in those days.
Although I confess to a love for Sigur Ros and for Antony Hegarty, it worried me when I realized that their music has a clear lineage back to Yes. Now, Yes were, quite definitely, one of the worst bands in the history of the universe. Much though I consider "rock" bands like Megadeth 2 or GothSlice III to be irrelevancies that a bunch of harmless long-hairs can strum their air guitars to, I don't think that mega death-thrash heavy metal actually does any harm. Yes, by contrast, positively suffocated modern British pop music in the early 1970s, in the company of other overblown pomp rock wankers like Peter Gabriel, Jeff Wayne and Rick Wakeman. So it is clearly disturbing that I should like Sigur Ros, who seem to owe Yes some debt. Perhaps it's a matter of modern music being more eclectic these days (space for everyone, man) or perhaps it's that Sigur Ros are good while Yes were, well, crap.
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Seahawks gloriously busted in what I have been told was not that great a game. Which is why I never bet big on any games about which I know nothing.
