Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(539)
-
▼
January
(51)
- THE COLOUR SECTION, A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SNOT-EA...
- WHAT THE PAPERS SAY, THE SUNDAY FILTH-O-GRAPH
- SCOTLAND, BEST PART OF ENGLAND
- SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT, STANISLAV ON ARMAGORDON
- REQUIEM MASS, JOHN MARTIN, DIED 29TH JANUARY 2009
- BARONESS PRASHAR, A QUANGO SORT OF LIFE.
- evensong, maestro cooder, vigilante man revisited
- WHAT THE 'PAPERS SAY, CHILCOT LORDS AND LADIES, A...
- STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS 2010.
- NOTHING WAS DELIVERED
- JD SALINGER, DEAD AT 91, MUST'VE DONE SOMETHING RI...
- SECOND THING, TOO, IS KILL ALL THE LAWYERS
- A PRICE ON HIS HEAD
- WOTSONTELLY, WE THREE QUEENS, C4 NEWS
- UPDATE: JACK TORTURE: I AM A DIFFERENT PERSON TO M...
- CHILD ABUSE, AN ICON WRITES.
- MATINS, GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO
- SHIT AND BEGORRAH, SO IT IS, SEND FOR THE BLAIR PE...
- SATURDAY CLUB, HEROES AND VILLAINS
- FIRST THING IS KILL ALL THE LAWYERS
- Mothers & Sons, the tyranny of the nipple
- JUGBAND EVENSONG, WHEN I'M DEAD AND GONE, OOH LA LA
- MORE EMPIRE BURLESQUE, THE CURSE OF GORDON SNOT.
- HOONERY
- WEE SMALL HOURS, BACK STREET JELLYROLL
- 'QUAKE PORN
- WOTSONTELLY, THE LEGEND OF LAWRENCE OF ARABIA, BBC...
- GLOBACORP 1 : BIRMINGHAM CITY O
- CHILCOTT, A CHIMPS' TEA PARTY
- POSTMAN PAT TO BAN CAT STEVENS
- WAR CRIMINALS IN REHABILITATION EXERCISE
- EVENSONG, FUCK THE POOR.
- A PARTY POLITICAL BROADCAST ON BEHALF OF THE MR SN...
- NIGHTMARE IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS
- BROWN OVER HAITI
- WHAT THE PAPERS SAY, THE CAIRO TIMES, MILLIONAIRE ...
- GRANNYKNOBBINGGATE, A FELLOW PRESBYTERIAN SPEAKS
- A REPRISE, WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIME GOES, NINA SIMONE
- EVENSONG, MAESTRO THOMPSON
- GOOD OLD COUNTRY COMFORT IN MY BONES
- WHAT THE PAPERS SAY, GRANNYKNOBBING, THE INDEPENDE...
- ROBINSONGATE, A KILLER SPEAKS
- interlocking pieces in the jigsaw puzzle of life
- SO LONELY YOU COULD DIE.
- AND HERE'S TO YOU, MRS ROBINSON
- NO FORCED MARRIAGE FOR ME
- EVENSONG, MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN
- WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS
- NO BUSINESS LIKE SNOW BUSINESS
- BROWN, A HORRID OLD BOOT SPEAKS.
- GORDON WILL THANK ME - HOON
-
▼
January
(51)
4 comments:
Ain't it funny how time slips away.....?
I couldn't help but think that this was the only shot in his locker, although enough, in itself, to repel all boarders. This version, lacking that syncopated, modal, highwire walking of the studio version, battered and subdued by that awful lap slide guitar which was all over these Transatlantic Sessions like snot on Gordon's tie, is haunting and beguiling for all that. Old age and infirmity came early to John Martin, as if, almost wilfully, he gave Mr Death a complimentary ticket and before you knew it, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back.
I missed that one, Mr Ishmael. Magnificent hippy stuff. May you never make your bed out in the cold.
Nor you, mr mongoose.
Post a Comment