Fremsley

Empty box: two batteries, 'toy not included'

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Don’t know what to say.
It would be true to say I’m not in a great place at the moment.  Stuff happens.  Other stuff is resolutely refusing to happen.  End result?  Not great.  Bit worrying actually.
About a week ago a distant friend and I were discussing specific small material items that, whilst not stupid and ostentatious - neither of us do that - would definitely enlighten things for us in the immediate term.  Mine was the Savage/Curtis book of Ian Curtis's song-writing and notes So This Is Permanence.  His was a Kate Bush: Before The Dawn programme.  I’d mentioned that I couldn’t possibly justify the cost, didn’t actually have it, but was tempted by the Amazon knock down.  Except I really don’t like buying books direct from Amazon because I prefer to support independent booksellers (though they don’t support me too well; another story..).
I thought nothing more of the discussion, just a wistful topic, one of many.
This afternoon the above turned up on my doorstep.
Friend had bought it from Amazon for me and then forwarded it at his own additional expense without saying a word.
Friend works a late-shift, part-time hours, minimum wage.  Basically supports himself on ebay.
It’s always the way.  Those with bugger all themselves are always the ones who’ll be first to help out someone they see as in a worse place.
Almost in tears.

Don’t know what to say.

It would be true to say I’m not in a great place at the moment.  Stuff happens.  Other stuff is resolutely refusing to happen.  End result?  Not great.  Bit worrying actually.

About a week ago a distant friend and I were discussing specific small material items that, whilst not stupid and ostentatious - neither of us do that - would definitely enlighten things for us in the immediate term.  Mine was the Savage/Curtis book of Ian Curtis's song-writing and notes So This Is Permanence.  His was a Kate Bush: Before The Dawn programme.  I’d mentioned that I couldn’t possibly justify the cost, didn’t actually have it, but was tempted by the Amazon knock down.  Except I really don’t like buying books direct from Amazon because I prefer to support independent booksellers (though they don’t support me too well; another story..).

I thought nothing more of the discussion, just a wistful topic, one of many.

This afternoon the above turned up on my doorstep.

Friend had bought it from Amazon for me and then forwarded it at his own additional expense without saying a word.

Friend works a late-shift, part-time hours, minimum wage.  Basically supports himself on ebay.

It’s always the way.  Those with bugger all themselves are always the ones who’ll be first to help out someone they see as in a worse place.

Almost in tears.

Filed under gratitude Joy Division So This Is Permanence Jon Savage Deborah Curtis Ian Curtis fremsley

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16 Plays
The Golden Palominos
Clustering Train

The Golden Palominos - Clustering Train (Celluloid, 1985)

Let’s be frank, R.E.M.’s taxi had been waiting outside since 1988, add as many decades beyond that as you like; it was still just fannying around, signifying nothing.  However during their golden period, from 81 until then, they managed some not inconsiderable notches on the door-frame.  Not always together.

In 1985 Michael Stipe did vocals on a selection of tracks for Anton Fier's Golden Palminos album Visions Of Excess, all released as singles.  And, due to one thing or another, generally failing to capitalise on the chic that mid-eighties/still relevant R.E.M. had.  The most famous was a cover of the Skip Spence penned Moby Grape track, originally from 1967, Omaha.  Fier’s production and slower tempo made this quite masterful and it deserved to be successful.  It wasn’t however the most noteworthy, that would be this.

Clustering Train is R.E.M under another name only with much better musicians, the GPs being essentially a supergroup of East Coast post-punk stellar beings.  All the idiosyncrasy of Athens without the lack of oomph.

You can find pretty much all of the GPs output online here and there and you probably should, if you have any interest whatsoever in American eighties post-punk and indy and what came of it.

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Oh.  Found the mesmerising greetings card set I bought here at the time.  I’d forgotten about that.  They were meant for someone.  Unsent.
fremsley:

Impressions.
Turner Whistler Monet, Tate Britain, March 2005.
(And I wrote)   
Have to say the Turner Whistler Monet exhibition of pictures of water scenes (mostly the Thames) is quite elevating. It’s a thing apart. Not everyone’s taste; not a high-energy experience, not for those who think in terms of one-dimensional immediacy. But I was charmed to see some quite startling works from a few inches away - knife work and layers evident - that I won’t ever see again. Not with them being whisked back to Austria and Switzerland and Chicago and New York… Scattered to the museums and galleries of distant continents. Even for a midweek afternoon it was adequately attended. I really picked the right time though, there were no perceivable crowds, just clusters. But I can imagine the weekends are a nightmare. At ten quid a ticket it must be paying for itself quite easily as the numbers are consistently high.
I spent over two hours in those rooms, between three and about five-fifteen pm. Took my time and let the bodies slide past me, loud students, tourists and greyhairs and some other silent aficionados  I statued in front of some paintings longer than I’d intended and figures slipped by me like time-lapse. I went for Monet (his Charing Cross and Waterloo Bridge paintings are unfuckingbelievable) but was gleeful at the variety from Whistler and the startling nature of some of Turner’s work. Impressionism was a word far too late in the day; JMW’s work on the burning of the Houses Of Parliament alone is just so evocative of anything that came later; Ruskin was a snippy little arsehole but he generally did right by Turner’s legacy.
Would’ve been nice to be there with someone.. but then, I wasn’t distracted.
Would also have loved to have bought the hardback exhibition guide with the reproductions inside along with the notes. But forty quid’s a bit much for me to justify spending on a book, even one of high production values and seminal content. I can’t afford it. At least I got to see the pictures full size, well lit, intimately.

Oh.  Found the mesmerising greetings card set I bought here at the time.  I’d forgotten about that.  They were meant for someone.  Unsent.

fremsley:

Impressions.

Turner Whistler Monet, Tate Britain, March 2005.

(And I wrote)   

Have to say the Turner Whistler Monet exhibition of pictures of water scenes (mostly the Thames) is quite elevating. It’s a thing apart. Not everyone’s taste; not a high-energy experience, not for those who think in terms of one-dimensional immediacy. But I was charmed to see some quite startling works from a few inches away - knife work and layers evident - that I won’t ever see again. Not with them being whisked back to Austria and Switzerland and Chicago and New York… Scattered to the museums and galleries of distant continents. Even for a midweek afternoon it was adequately attended. I really picked the right time though, there were no perceivable crowds, just clusters. But I can imagine the weekends are a nightmare. At ten quid a ticket it must be paying for itself quite easily as the numbers are consistently high.

I spent over two hours in those rooms, between three and about five-fifteen pm. Took my time and let the bodies slide past me, loud students, tourists and greyhairs and some other silent aficionados  I statued in front of some paintings longer than I’d intended and figures slipped by me like time-lapse. I went for Monet (his Charing Cross and Waterloo Bridge paintings are unfuckingbelievable) but was gleeful at the variety from Whistler and the startling nature of some of Turner’s work. Impressionism was a word far too late in the day; JMW’s work on the burning of the Houses Of Parliament alone is just so evocative of anything that came later; Ruskin was a snippy little arsehole but he generally did right by Turner’s legacy.

Would’ve been nice to be there with someone.. but then, I wasn’t distracted.

Would also have loved to have bought the hardback exhibition guide with the reproductions inside along with the notes. But forty quid’s a bit much for me to justify spending on a book, even one of high production values and seminal content. I can’t afford it. At least I got to see the pictures full size, well lit, intimately.

Filed under Turner Whistler Monet Fremsley Tate Britain Impressionism

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18 Plays
The Chills
Effloresce and Deliquesce

The Chills - Effloresce And Deliquesce (1990, Slash/London)

Wah! Martin Phillipps making the vocabularily challenged reach for the reference books again.  A scarily clever songwriter/lyricist, never destined for the bigtime; people don’t like to be taught, generally speaking.  Nevertheless, this is a twisty and masterful ditty with a structure not unlike the most linguistically cunning of Porter or Berlin showtunes.  One really has to know how to breathe to sing this.  Point of fact, here are the lyrics; just see if you can keep up, you cunning linguist…

Effloresce and deliquesce

carefree sparkling effervesce

Sparks ignite the starry-eyed

soon a supernova

Effloresce and deliquesce

He bursts forth and then regrets

She breaks down and when he goes

slowly ices over

Effloresce and deliquesce

She may weep but he knows best

Crystallize before his eyes

Tears can’t conquer power

Now they’re acting

watch this happening

Then undergo

change to tease the other

Now they’re fighting

this part’s frightening

Lies are flying

The silence boiled over

Over-reacting

See them trying 

Counter-acting

Changes in each other

Other forces

force them higher

Tears are scalding

Anger flows like fire

Effloresce and deliquesce

She burst forth and then regrets

He breaks down and when she goes

slowly ices over

Effloresce and deliquesce

He is weary, needing rest

She is too but in an hour they

burst into flower

(…and rest.)

..pant pant pant…

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Piddling little shit.

Even after this long, what irritates me the most is the piddling little shit that gets in the way.  Stuff one doesn’t NEED to deal with but external circumstances force one to, before one can deal with things one genuinely has to.

Today’s lucky winners of the "If I ever get you in a room with a very rusty, blunt chainsaw.." Awards are ee and the Post Office/Royal Mail. For services not rendered.  But sure as fuck charged for.

Yep, nothing I like better than having to waste my time with corporate Customer Disservice when I should be using that time to dig myself out of other holes.

(Rolls eyes) Back to the slaughterhouse…

Filed under timewasters complete rip-off annoyed grunt stuff fremsley wibble really bad service ee Post Office

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Whisper anonymous? Mmmmm, No.

Panicked denials and accusations by sleazy management unpicked point by point as desperate PR rubbish.

But seriously anybody who would accept, just on the word of ‘businessmen’ that you can trust them and that your stuff is untracked and genuinely anonymous..?  Please, this is the internet; you’re mother posts pictures of her stretch marks with a calendar in the shot.

Filed under Whisper snoopers invasion of privacy caught with their pants down no such thing as anonymous

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56 Plays
The Killers
Mr Brightside (xfm session)

The Killers - Mr Brightside (xfm sSession version) 2003

Indeed. Back when xfm (UK radio franchise) was still vaguely credible (anyone who knows the history of The Cure will know) before it completely went to shit.  The Killers's  remarkable live session version of their most well known track, bar Joy Division covers…

Taken from the ‘handbag’ format (that’s “purse” to Americans) magazine X-Ray, that regrettably only lasted about 12 issues.

Actually xfm went to shit in 1999 when it was bought by Capital but…

 

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