It’s rare that I do posts of a personal nature these days. Partly because I’ve become a little bit more guarded over the past couple of years anyway due to this & that, but I suppose it’s mostly because I’ve been so busy trying to listen to so much new stuff that I’ve not been looking backwards so often anymore. Which is probably why it came as a genuine shock to me when I read a message from a friend of mine today stating that this record is ten years old today. Conversations that have sprung from this revelation have seemed to have the same effect on several other of my friends today, and then the floodgates opened – a whole decade of memories, communities and even enmities all springing from the collective coming-together over one record. Happy Birthday, Bubblegum.
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Only one part left to do, and the infernal list is finished for another year. I know why everyone else does theirs in committees now. Anyway, before I get things wrapped up and back to normal, I want to mention a few other related comings and (sadly) goings that made 2012 special for me.
It’s been a genuinely odd year for the blog, although that was mostly my fault. Twice I went “sod this for a game of soldiers” and hovered over the delete button, and being flattened by Facebook’s policy of not letting my friends read what I’d written on my own Page unless I gave them money to allow them to do so (I will never, ever pay to advertise on that site, and I am overjoyed to notice that none of the artists, musicians, bands and friends of this site have given in and forked out) halved my readership, because nobody could tell when I’d written something. The site recently crapping itself and refusing to work (resulting in the ugly hack you see before you) hasn’t really helped much either.
So I am grateful to various interventions in the form of a couple of strange appearances in the UK National Press, a continuing absence of anything better to do with my free time and especially the kind words of friends and visitors alike has kept 6dft (as well as myself in general) going, and going to the point where I have ended up up with just over twice the visitors of last year. Which just goes to show that even Facebook’s Demented Ideas Department can’t keep a determined idiot from typing.
Before I get on with the business of getting this blog’s Number One album typed up and finished (although I suspect it won’t be too difficult to work out), I’d like to do a quick tip of the hat to all the other things that have piqued my interest his year.
This Top 3 has changed so many times, it’s unbelievable. All interchangeable and all for different reasons, I think I’ve finally settled on an order that I can look at and go “yup, that’ll do”. Or I could change it all again in a hissy fit. Anyway, I’ve surprised myself a bit with having this ‘merely’ at (embolden!) Number Three, as from the first playthrough I was convinced that there would be nothing better than this. And in a way, that’s turned out to be correct, albeit in a slightly off-kilter fashion (more on that down below). And I’m actually rather glad that there are two records that have made slightly more of an impact this year, as there’s nothing like a bit of healthy competition to indicate what a year it’s been for my ears and the occasionally misfiring gelatinous mass in between.
To be honest, I wasn’t going to bother doing anything on this show as I’ve done enough of these already this year! The plan was to chill out, hang out with friends who I’d not seen for a while (one of whom was celebrating her birthday) and just soak in the show without having to worry about thinking about it. There’s also the thing about writing about multiple versions of a similar show that requires finding something unique to wrap the whole shebang around that gives each show its character. The fact that I’m sitting here on a train tapping this out on a phone is probably as good an indication of how unique of character last night’s show was.
And that’s without taking into account watching the many people trying to make their way down steps that weren’t there by trying to walk through a metal barrier that was.
Weeks off work tend to be the busiest times, don’t they? After an unexpectedly long walk home from being dumped in slightly the wrong county after Sunday’s Afghan Whigs show, I find myself off down the M6 to a city I’ve been through before but never actually to, in order to see Mark Lanegan and his band yet again, in the company of friends. I should point out that I ran into a couple of these friends in London on Sunday, with only enough time for the briefest of pleasantries and a mutually unsurprised “see you on Wednesday” as if people from cities at either end of the country meeting somewhere in the middle on a weekday evening was completely normal behaviour. I’m rather glad to say that, as far as myself and my friends are concerned, it kind of is.
I’m writing this in a bit of a mood, to be honest. I was flattened by a migraine yesterday so missed the first of two shows at Jodrell Bank (last year’s show with the Flaming Lips was a stunner), and overnight we had a month’s worth of rain in one go, so tonight’s gig with Paul Weller is cancelled. Ah well, maybe next year…
On the plus side, my “I’ve got a record player again!” epiphany is paying dividends, to the point where the “From the Past” section (and the section why this whole malarkey exists) is going to suddenly and oddly expand with each “I don’t remember owning that”/thing that’s never been reissued or digitised. If I ever get round to it, a “stuff out of the attic” section may or not appear soon. I’ve got to get it all transferred over to the compy first, so this may not happen any time soon and it won’t be very highbrow, given some of the shockers up there…
Only 5 whatevs this week, I’ve got ironing to do before the football and a shopping list for the attic.
This isn’t going to be an especially long or particularly serious review, as to be honest I’ve already done 3 of those this week, this show was spent mostly in the company of friends I don’t get to see anywhere near as much as I’d like to, I was feeling a bit ropey and I fancied a bit of a goof-off. The teenytiny photos that accompany this are more for comedy purposes than anything else, although I suspect that they are a marked improvement over the swirly efforts from earlier on.
So this one was spent at the back of the room, enjoying good company and generally being jostled by a local crowd who simply couldn’t keep from constantly strolling about.
Argh – I didn’t know that the M6 was going to be shut last night! After being given the grand tour of the entire West Midlands at night, I finally rolled in at 02:40 this morning after setting off on a 90-minute journey at 22:45. So I wasn’t really in the mood for typing anything when I got home.
Which is a bit of a shame, as last night’s show was, for reasons both musical and otherwise, my favourite one of the tour so far. The (smallish) venue itself was gorgeous, the sound was spot-on, managed to get a bit of celeb-spotting in (Rich Machin from Soulsavers was in attendance, and top photographer and occasional musician Steve Gullick was also on hand to take a few pics), and a good time was had by all. And yes, I’m typing this on a phone on a train.
I have spent all day checking my pocket. I have been doing this because all day it has had a ticket for tonight’s show in it and I have been paranoid all day about turning up at the door of the Student Union and producing either a ticket for a different city or – worse – that curious tribute to the surrealist Belgian artist René Magritte’s most famous work The Treachery of Images which is a favourite of all UK ticket vendors, the thing that looks exactly like the ticket I bought but with the words This Is Not A Ticket emblazoned upon its face. There is little hope for me in this regard.
Anyway, onto show number two. And after much messing about finding a car park that remained open after dusk near the venue followed by running into people in turn planned for, unexpected and hastily arranged (Jane, your ticket is here! Thanks to Denise, and sorry for saying to look for someone with longish hair and a dark coat milling about near the merch table as that didn’t really narrow it down at all…)
The spate of idea necromancy continues apace, although at least the last time I did one of these was only back in October/November, when I did a whole four in a row before forgetting to do any more. May as well start to get in the habit again (and, as penance, expand the list from five to ten), as I’ve set myself quite the task for March…. I’ll be seeing the Mark Lanegan Band four times in four cities (two of those on consecutive nights) and plan to write up all four shows. The main thing about doing this is not out of some weird, creepy following thing, but I’ll be meeting up with old friends from the old MLB Messageboard and Onewhiskey.com days (as has been the case with previous tours, some of which are related in these very pages) and the whole shebang is going to be one of social butterflying more than anything stalky. It’s going to be a sod to write up though, whichever way I decide to do it.
Also planning on adding an extra category, as “From the Past” and “From the Present” is all well and lovely, but what of old stuff that I’ve only just bought/dug? So, at some point (ish), a “New To Me” thingy may well appear.