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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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It's a long time since I've heard this version, Ishmael. I had two posts lined up this week - one for A E Housman and the other for Neil Young's After the Goldrush ... you've saved me the trouble. Serendipity.
Sorry, Goodnight Vienna. I believe it's what stanislavians call the shitegeist, although I got to both topics entirely through my own deranged thought processes, Housman often being open on my desk and ATG - a more perfect realisation than it's composer's, I always heretically thought - just popping up on a YouTube Search. I haven't found mention of either in the Daily Telegraph. Why not post yours anyway; I'd like to see them.
After Prelude's pure version I think I'll give it a while before I post NY - and Housman is always there so no rush this week. 'Shitegeist' - I like it.
at last! i have struck goldrush! i have updated my browzer and, instead of the sound of white open spaces, can now enjoy ishmael's sonic titbits along with every other member of the human race!
plain nostalgia of desolation, but quite beautiful...
thought you didn't go for country misterish?
"a more perfect realisation than it's composer's, I always heretically thought"
I am sorry I can't agree. Images of the Bee Gees and blood streaming from my ears.....
I heard that one first you see, Lilith and - in those days a bit unusual - found the harmonies enchanting, still do. I feel much the same about Neil Young as some poor lost, Godless souls feel about Maestro Thompson, rectal cancer for the ears, an interminable atonal whine, in the same category of unnatural weirdness as Woody Allen, one of the freaks which showbusiness so desperately affirms, Tiny Tim, Danny la Rue, Billy Bragg, Neil Young.
Yes, I can imagine that Neil Young has that effect on many. Apart from his ridiculous "singing" voice he also seems at war with his guitar, but that is what I like about him, the battles he has with the damned instrument. The Godfather of Grunge.
La Mitchell's art and charms have also always eluded me. Those breathy octave jumps - which are now de rigeur for young chanteuses - and those odd, jazzy open tunings, it all seems so arty, so remorselessly,experimentally self-obsessed. Mr mongoose directed me to some pretentious Mitchell dirge about Amelia Erhart and within seconds I wished I was dead. I mean, I like Robbie Robertson's playing with the Band and I like Gordon Lightfoot; I even visited snowy Canada as a young seaman so nobody could say I was a Nazi about the Canadians but Oh dear, if I was a Yank in charge of the Northern border, I'd close it to Canadian singer-songwriters.
Oh but Mr Smith, are you not even a little melted by these young ladies? (Link may take a moment to load)
You can see them here.
If they don't make your testicle hair stand on end with their utter girlyness then you have been numbed by Ruin.
This is a better link than the first above.
"Plant me in the garden, don't you let me roam, cos love's a feeling like a warm dark stone..."
Late, I know, but I have to disagree with you totally on the subject of Young Neil. To see them man in action with band is one of the great sights of rock 'n roll, and one of the greater sounds. I had the happy experience of seeing him with Booker T & The MGs, some years ago, and that just a few yards from the front of the stage. The guitar strangler of all time, and a fine man to boot.
Away with you :-)
(what's up with the Preview option these days? It used to put it up in front of you, but now you have to scroll back down to get it. Guess it is what this veteran of IT would call, an "upgrade". Good example, when Virgin tall you they are "upgrading" their mail servers, they are in fact warning you that your mail will be fucked for at least a week, and may be longer. That's Branson for you. Tony Blair as businessman.
I know, Mr Elby, lots of people say that, ir's just something about the tone,the nasality, to me it's like fingernails down a blackboard. I don't mean to offend. Well, not you, anyway.
Actually, can you delete that last comment just in case!
Delete button on the request to delete, but not on the actual post.
We've scanned the injunction and it is full of provable factual errors AND better - libel. We really are going to take the cunt to the cleaners. And back again, as he has libelled BOTH of us.
Exquisite. But I had still better delete the post @ 17:01
We've cracked open a bottle of Penfolds 407 to celebrate. And may well have to crack another. This has been over three years in the making, and it is finally coming to fruition. This bloke is as much a cunt as Gordon Brown.
There, Mr Elby, job done. Good luck with it all.
Bless you Ish, you are one of us. This cunt, as we used to sing on the terraces, is going to get his fucking head kicked in.
We'll keep you posted. Meanwhile - we honour your good works. Your a top guy.
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