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  • Sunday Whatever

    071Sometime during the last couple of months when the hinges fell of this blog (and myself), I made a bit of a discovery.   I’m doing all of this wrong.  What I should be doing by all accounts is to spend more time saying that I’ve written something (or, in many cases, copy/pasted a press release) rather than sitting down thinking of what to say.  And if that’s the wrong way of going about things in the current climate of “look at me and give me traffic” music blogging, then I’m happy to be such a halfwit for not joining in.  6 Days From Tomorrow was never truly written in order to be read (I rarely read it myself, so I have no drive to make others do so.  But thanks for reading anyway, you’re more than welcome here), it was done as what I thought would be a private thing to get my thoughts in order when other attempts failed, and it’s not doing a very good job of that either!  That it’s become something else entirely from whatever I originally set out to so is a source of occasional pride, and that I’ve managed to gain such little victories without recourse to “You won’t believe what has done, it’ll blow your mind” clickbait shenanigans or paying neither Facebook nor for the privilege of spreading the word feels like quite an achievement in itself.

    So, whenever I write something, I park it on the 6dft Facebook Page and the 6dft Twitter thing (although I have to say that this is a very underused feed and my personal one is much sillier), and I park it there once.  I tried the “ICYMI” thing last week that everyone else does (which some proper sites do several times a day) and felt such an absolute wretched tart for doing so that this will never happen again.  This doesn’t mean that I am averse to Likes, Shares, Favourites Retweets and other such word of mouth if someone gets to read any of this and feels strongly enough to do so, and in fact it remains a thrill to me whenever someone takes the time to do so, but I’m not doing any of this cobblers in order to be at all popular.  I’m doing it to keep my own ducks in a row.

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  • Mid-Afternoon Compilation Saturday: Something’s Gone Wrong Again

    It can’t have escaped anyone’s notice that Adland is currently having a right musical pillage of late.  It can be beneficial of course, as it’s not beyond the realms of possibility that the music of Nick Drake would remain the secret preserve of a handful of people were it not for a car advert, but the floodgates have currently been kicked wide open with a succession of weird juxtapositions of strangely-covered songs selling stuff: Pixies’ Where Is My Mind? advertising family package holidays, the Stone Roses’ Waterfall playing out a shop that sells spectacles, even the Cure’s Close To Me selling suncream (which doesn’t seem the best marriage of product, music and target market, but hey I’m not an advertising guru) seem like completely sane choices compared to a huge UK store using the Smiths’ Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want for their marquee Christmas TV campaign last year.  And of course these are all covers (it’s cheaper than paying the actual artists, and doesn’t require their permission – as Beach House discovered earlier this year), and pretty much all of the above are reworked as jingles so it’s not that hard to just dismiss them as amusing fluff.

    Except one.  A car company who shall remain nameless is currently using an insipid cover of a very good Nouvelle Vague cover of the Buzzcocks’ Ever Fallen In Love – stripping it of everything that made it such a brilliant song in the first place and hammering its dreadfulness home in such a repetitive manner that it’s impossible to ignore it.  Amazingly, the band doing the murdering of said song appear in the advert itself – which isn’t only annoying for the sheer cheek of it, but also because they all mime so badly that I thought they were actors paid to turn up and pretend to play instruments that they had never even heard of before, let alone studied enough to look like they knew how to play them.  Gah.

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  • Sunday Whatever

    I don’t appear to have done a single one of these this year.  No idea why I stopped, as they’re fun things to do even if they are strangely an absolute sod to format and I’ve yet to work out why.

    I do need to start doing these more often though, as the rest of the blog is becoming, well, a bit of a chore.  And if it’s a chore to write (or contemplate writing), then it’s going to be even more of a grind to read.  Truth is, there’s been a real shift in the way I’ve been looking back at the past (which was the sole reason for me starting this in the first place), and I seem to have spent most of the year avoiding it wherever possible.  So what I’m sort of hoping to do is try to get as far as the end of the year in whatever mode gets me there (providing the “Best Of…” list doesn’t finish me off), and then attempt something more organised and altogether silly next year.


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  • The Doughboys – Crush

    Something that good (or, sometimes as well, crap) music can do better than film, TV, books or poetry is that it can capture the mood of some time, place or person so elegantly and perfectly that it fills that hoary old clichéd criteria of being tailor-made for that, despite all logic pointing towards the more likely eventuality of it being tailor-made for something experienced by the person who wrote and performed it, a few thousand miles away.


    Logic be buggered though.


    I think I might have mentioned very early on in this blog somewhere that everything we listen to forms the soundtrack to whatever we do, whether it be mundane or massive.  Or someone else might have said it.  As well as this being a constant favourite of mine over the years since it was released, it’s also inextricably linked to an absolutely perfect summer and the most idyllic part of my life so far, spent in the company of someone I completely believed I was to spend the rest of my days with.  I probably don’t need to finish that story….


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  • Sunday Whatever

    Unintentional Canada Special!

    Not sure how this happened, but there you go.  From that lovely bit at the top of America, it’s always a pleasant surprise to hear music from Canada as it always seems to be that teensy bit different to anything that anyone else is doing at the time.  Maybe it’s the way that a lot of these artists and records are funded (lots of Governmental assistance, which is always a nice thing to do), maybe because it’s a little bit cold most of the time, or maybe it’s just that endearing little way that the word “about” is pronounced, but something seems to drive these hardy folk to constantly reinvent their musical outlook with every new project they take on.  And hats off to the lot of you for it.

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  • All Systems Go! – Mon Chi Chi

    It’s quite possible that I could restrict my music-listening habits to include nothing but the extended family trees of the Screaming Trees and the Doughboys, and I could be perfectly happy.  This album is one of the finest products of one such branch, and indeed this band is where the two musical families merged, albeit in distant enough fashion to avoid producing offspring with too many thumbs.

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  • Sunday Whatever

    Yes, it’s Tuesday night.  I’ve been busy.  Although in my defence, I will say that I did scribble my favourite five of the week on the back of an envelope in the bath during the single hour that I actually spent at home on Sunday, so it’s not cheating at all.  Honest. Continue reading  Post ID 165

  • Doughboys – Home Again

    Doughboys - Home Again
    The elusive 'Home Again'

    This record became somewhat of an obsession with me throughout the 1990s.

    Not the usual music-obsessive behaviour of playing it over and over again for months on end, although I would probably have been happy to do so; this was more like a Captain Ahab-esque obsession with hunting the bloody thing down, a hunt that wouldn’t end until 2001. Continue reading  Post ID 10