...So set 'em up, Joe, make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.
Next week in Record Review:
and one more for the road.
Next week in Record Review:
Billy Bragg plays Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata on his mouthorgan.
"An unalloyed pleasure. And a surefire Nuimber One"
The Guardian.
The Guardian.
"A triumph of eclectic arseholeism. Bragg is our most professional folk-singer and paid political activist."
The Filth-O-Graph.
The Filth-O-Graph.
"Stupendous yet strangely coruscating, brilliant in its epic, emotional intensity. Billy's mouthorgan breathes new life, strangely virtuosic, into Beethoven's compellingly complex yet strangely accessible masterpiece."
Lord Melvyn Bragg of the PBC.
Lord Melvyn Bragg of the PBC.
10 comments:
I had hoped, Mr I, that this cup might have passed by unsampled. Dear God!
It's just my imagination; heard a few bars, that was enough. Just off to have my eyes lasered, better that than listen to this.
I thought you were just having a laugh. I can't believe the twat has actually done it.
Billy fucking Bragg wants stringing up by the bollocks, fake little bastard.
Another talentless cunt, droning into a mike, thinking that fact gives him the right to demand that I live in a world that he helped create with his 6th form angst, a world he excludes himself from in his multi million pound, gated, mono-cultural cliff-top complex.
Ludwig would have punched the cheeky twat's lights out.
I did make it up, at least I think I did although I wouldn't be surprised by anything Woody Bragg did, for all the reasons you list and more. You are not related, mr anonymous, are you, to mr jgm2, anarchopreneur, of this parish? You bear a him a passing resemblance. And he is missing.
No Sir, not he, but my current state of hate, disgust and despair is, I fear, commonly felt and expressed by most and sundry.
Mr I: loved your earlier piece in the style of Belbin; a classic of the genre. More please when you find a suitable topic (no shortage of bollocks and hypocrisy in the arts world).
Gosh, that was a while ago, mr mike, I'd quite forgotten; had to scratch my head, for a minute, Belbin Bagg. Thank you.
Certainly seems to dominate the shitegeist, mr anonymous; before this vast theatre of cybershouting existed, however, impertinence such as we suffer would have led to paving slabs being hurled, lamp posts becoming gibbets and blood in the streets.
They may still, with luck, and if God will.
Oh, for the days a blackheart was dealt with as such.
How the fuck did we arrive at such a station as this? One which permits those which would murder us to lead us?
I think we may have crossed paths afore. I'm sure I recognise you :-)
It seems as though many of the "Billy Brags" of show business are very fond a a Mouth Organ.
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