Showing posts with label Childhood Music Collection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood Music Collection. Show all posts

Thursday, August 31, 2023

Maybe . . . just maybe

I'm tempted. Really tempted. Is the blog ready for me to once again recycle the same 30-40 songs from 1981-84? Same jokes, same patter, the same half-arsed anecdotes? 

Found this music challenge on twitter (Kiss my arse with your 'X-bollocks', Musk.) Is September a particularly synthy month? I have no idea. It would, however, be nice to breath some much needed life into the blog.



#SynthPopSeptember 

Sunday, May 10, 2020

The shit I post on Facebook . . . musical edition (Day 10)

Day 10 of my task, to choose 10 albums that greatly influenced my taste in music. One album per day for ten consecutive days. No explanations, no reviews, just album covers. Every day I will ask someone else to do the same... today I nominate JD Thank you for nominating me MR



"No explanations, no reviews, just album covers . .  ."

In three week period in the Summer of '85, I bought this album, Prefab Sprout's 'Steve McQueen' and Colourbox's self-titled album. I knew my musical onions back then.

Wednesday, May 06, 2020

The shit I post on Facebook . . . musical edition (Day 7)

Day 7 of my task, to choose 10 albums that greatly influenced my taste in music. One album per day for ten consecutive days. No explanations, no reviews, just album covers. Every day I will ask someone else to do the same... today I nominate ET Thank you for nominating me MR.





"No explanations, no reviews, just album covers . .  ."

Bought one lunchtime in Our Price, and back to school (late) to look at the sleeve notes during a Maths lesson with Mr. Goodwin.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

The shit I post on Facebook . . . musical edition (Day 1)

Day 1 of my task, to choose 10 albums that greatly influenced my taste in music. One album per day for ten consecutive days. No explanations, no reviews, just album covers. Every day I will ask someone else to do the same... today I nominate JC Thank you for nominating me MR . . . 




"No explanations, no reviews, just album covers . .  ."

What total bullshit. Of course, I can't stop myself from explaining, ranting and reviewing in the comments:

  • "Of course they will all be from when I was 12 or 13. Such a fucking cliche."
  • " I was a bit young for this when it first came out, and I only found it after buying Luxury Gap. I'm sure I bought both cassettes within days of each other in '83. (Got the badges as well, of course. ;-) ) I love Luxury Gap as well, but this was the album of theirs that I played again and again and again. Listened to it again just a couple of days ago, and there's only one track that stops it from being an absolutely perfect album."
  • "Just noticed I'm being a total hypocrite in the comments section by going into extensive detail about why I love the album listed. Total wanker. Oh, well." (Some self-awareness, thank christ.)

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Round 12: Catching Up, Trev




Darts Thrown: January 17th 2019
Blog Written: May 3rd 2019

Highest Score: 132
Lowest Score: 1
Sixties: 19
100+: 4

Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Look at the date it's posted. A backlog, people. Not specially selected book, as a backdrop with the piss-poor excuses for why I haven't read it. Just a the facts, mam. I have a lot of these to steam through. Maybe I'll provide the colour commentary once they are all on the blog. And you just know that I will have mislaid at least one sheet.

But I will use the this rush through as a cheap excuse to post music videos from YouTube. Why not? I need a soundtrack whilst I do this. Off the blocks, and on the decks, Duran Duran's 'Save A Prayer'. The first single I ever bought. Bought it in the local independent record shop in Hemel by the market. I still think this is a classic. What impeccable taste I once had. (As a side note, Kara's first single was 'New Moon On Monday' by Duran Duran. She's younger than me, and they'd gone to shit by that point but I don't judge her too harshly. At least, not out loud: