The Soundtrack To My Life. 09/07/2011.

I’ve listened to a lot of albums this week and this is me recommending them all to you.

Phil Phillips’ “Sea Of Love” (2008 ):

The Complete Soundtrack to “Stand By Me” (1986 ):

Steve Martin & The Steep Canyon Rangers: “Rare Bird Alert” (2011):

Gavin Bryars: “The Sinking Of The Titanic” (2009):

Leonard Cohen: “The Future” (1992):

Fucked Up: “The Chemistry Of Common Life” (2008):

“Death Proof” (OST) – “Stuntman Mike’s Mix” (2007):

If I’m listening to anything at night, it’s usually a radio show or something old or something spooky.
This week it was all three in the form of “An Evening With Boris Karloff And His Friends” (2011):

Musically, I’ve had a pretty good week.
I also listened to The Arctic Monkeys’ latest album “Suck It And See” but frankly (And I like The Arctic Monkeys), it bored the arse off me and that’s as much of a mention as I’m gonna give it on here.

My favourite music comes from the 50’s and I always have some old records at hand just incase modern music decides to completely disappear all the way up it’s own backside. That said, “The Chemistry Of Common Life” marks the first I’ve heard from Fucked Up. Good name for a band that eh?
I liked it enough and although they don’t sound as fucked up as I thought they would (Iggy Pop), I think I’m probably gonna buy their latest.

Have fun if you track down any of these recommendations and let me know how you get on.

P.S. I only ever had bootleg copy of that Boris Karloff record which was full of static and crackles but it’s been re-released and you can now buy it from Amazon for a few clams.

An Old Man Thing.

I’ve found myself doing some ‘Old Man’ things lately.

There’s no good reason for it.
I was born on November 1981.
I’m 28.

I live alone so maybe that’s got something to do with it but I’ve always been like that so I doubt it.

This morning,
I spent a good half an hour looking…
No, staring at people out the window, wondering where they were going.
That’s an Old Man thing.

My ‘Old Man’ things don’t stop there though.

When I see half naked 20 year old drunk girls with legs that go on forever sauntering down Albion Street at 4 in the morning,
My first thought is: ‘Idiots. They must be fucking freezing’.

I go to bed late and get up early.
I make a sort of ‘Acccchhhhaye’ sound when I get out of a chair.
I hate clubs and luminous drinks.
I hate text speak and internet slang.
I hate that kids play swimming games on Wii’s instead of going swimming.

I spend far too much time remembering things too.
I remember…

When you had East & West Germany.

When you could go to a gig with a heavy, glass paneled beer tanker and ‘Ear Defenders’ weren’t advised or on offer.

When 10 cigarettes cost 75p and you could buy them from Woolworths (for your Granny) and smoke them in the cinema.

When only skinny people wore ‘skinny’ jeans and they weren’t called ‘Skinny jeans’. They were just called jeans.

Standing on top of a Police van and seeing Radiohead at T In The Park and wondering who they were.

Watching THIS, Live Aid and the fall of the Berlin Wall live on telly with my Family.

When T.V. stopped for the night and The National Anthem was played just like THIS.

When Johnny Depp was ‘that guy whose bed ate him’.

When film studios had original ideas.

Taping Prince’s latest single ‘Partyman’ off the radio.

Betamax, Laser and Flexi Discs and how much I hated them.

When Paul McCartney, Bob Dylan, Billy Connolly & Al Pacino looked like THIS, THIS, THIS & THIS.

I remember when Steve Martin’s hair wasn’t white.

Alright, alright.
I don’t actually remember when Steve Martin didn’t have white hair but look!
Apparently at one time he didn’t!

I’m moaning here.
That’s an ‘Old Man’ thing.

Fuck it.
I’ve always been old.
I was born old.

I like hanging about with older people.
I like listening to older people with stories to tell.
I like memories and folk who’ve done things in their lives.
I like hearing about the way things were.
I like to lean on railings in the afternoon and watch the town.

I like change too.
Obviously I like change!
You need it.

I still play on the swings on Glasgow Green every time I get the chance.
But these days,
I bring bread with me to feed the birds.

That’s an ‘Old Man’ thing.

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