Fremsley

Empty box: two batteries, 'toy not included'

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There are shoes, and then there are shoes

Stripping my room for packing for the move.  In the bottom of the wardrobe are two boxes.

I’m hoping the people of the new city give me good reasons to wear these.

Filed under Shoes Boots

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Cocteau Twins - Peppermint Pig 12” (4AD, 1983)

Not their earliest work but very much the record for me that first cemented them in my psyche.  That drum-machine to howling guitar riff to bass staggered intro.  Stopped and stared at the radio the first time I heard it on Peel.

Of note, some years later The Human League would wholly rip this track structurally with their 12” version of The Lebanon.  Whilst a terrible song it wasn’t actually musically a bad pastiche and sounds great, but, bottom line, Jo Callis* ain’t Robin Guthrie, though he is also Scottish :o)

[*Not to disparage Callis, who also wrote The Rezillos' Top Of The Pops, one of the most squarely-aimed and arch pop songs ever.  Which did of course succeed in its very obvious purpose.]

Filed under Cocteau Twins Peppermint Pig 4AD Jo Callis The Rezillos vinyl

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”..and I’ll get to write it.”
In May 1981 the British comic professionals’ organ, The SSI Newsletter, published a Q&A with various comic writers.  Very much pre-home-computer it was literally pasted together extracts from their letter replies to the questions, with the typeface jumping from writer to writer.  Charmingly giving an individual voice to each.
Alan Moore's response to question seven is above and displays his previously displayed/mentioned (in this tumblr) far-less-cynical attitude towards everything comic related, when he was still enthused by it to such a degree.  Still hopeful.  The last paragraph - very much of contemporary relevance now - is particularly significant, coming a year before the appearance of Warrior #1, in March 1982.
The original complete source material for this is widely known, and certainly worth a gander if one reminds oneself this was 1981, when - in terms of overseas recognition - things were just about to kick off for UK comics workers.

”..and I’ll get to write it.”

In May 1981 the British comic professionals’ organ, The SSI Newsletter, published a Q&A with various comic writers.  Very much pre-home-computer it was literally pasted together extracts from their letter replies to the questions, with the typeface jumping from writer to writer.  Charmingly giving an individual voice to each.

Alan Moore's response to question seven is above and displays his previously displayed/mentioned (in this tumblr) far-less-cynical attitude towards everything comic related, when he was still enthused by it to such a degree.  Still hopeful.  The last paragraph - very much of contemporary relevance now - is particularly significant, coming a year before the appearance of Warrior #1, in March 1982.

The original complete source material for this is widely known, and certainly worth a gander if one reminds oneself this was 1981, when - in terms of overseas recognition - things were just about to kick off for UK comics workers.

Filed under Alan Moore Marvelman Miracleman Society Of Strip Illustration

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20 Plays
Young Marble Giants
Brand - New - Life (Peel Session)

Young Marble Giants  -  Brand - New - Life (JPS) (1980)

The August 26th 1980 Dale Griffin produced John Peel Session version of Brand - New - Life is considerably more hard-edged than the album track.  Stuart’s Rickenbacker and Alison’s vocal are much to the fore, far clearer.  For the session Griffin employed some nefarious, decrepit BBC archive tech to convert the band’s home-made mono drum-machine into stereo, and the band were chuffed.

Other Audioposts

Filed under Young Marble Giants Colossal Youth John Peel Session Dale Griffin audiopost

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The Red Phone (slight return)
Finally.  A proper phone, no power line necessary, a proper bell-ring, and something you could bludgeon a 150Kg wrestler to death with, should that y’know, come up.  The fake copy that couldn’t dial out and had to be returned wasn’t a bad analogy to look at but, visual/technical incongruities aside, the differences were obvious to anyone who’d ever used a real phone.  Just the feel.
..When I looked at the shelves with the phones on them the red one had gone.  I was a bit upset and asked him if the red one had sold.  "This one?" he says, pointing to the other part of the counter; he’d had it out to show someone.  As it was, his supplier was due in with another red one that day…
Scary thing is, when I walked into Radio Days with housemate in tow, Lee, the proprietor, looked up and said "Oh, you were in here five or six years ago."  It wasn’t a question.  He remembered my visit with Ms A. in 2008, when we’d flipped between his place and Honour next door, much to the detriment of my bank account.  Been a while since I used to frequent sub-Waterloo.
I’m memorable.  Apparently.

The Red Phone (slight return)

Finally.  A proper phone, no power line necessary, a proper bell-ring, and something you could bludgeon a 150Kg wrestler to death with, should that y’know, come up.  The fake copy that couldn’t dial out and had to be returned wasn’t a bad analogy to look at but, visual/technical incongruities aside, the differences were obvious to anyone who’d ever used a real phone.  Just the feel.

..When I looked at the shelves with the phones on them the red one had gone.  I was a bit upset and asked him if the red one had sold.  "This one?" he says, pointing to the other part of the counter; he’d had it out to show someone.  As it was, his supplier was due in with another red one that day…

Scary thing is, when I walked into Radio Days with housemate in tow, Lee, the proprietor, looked up and said "Oh, you were in here five or six years ago."  It wasn’t a question.  He remembered my visit with Ms A. in 2008, when we’d flipped between his place and Honour next door, much to the detriment of my bank account.  Been a while since I used to frequent sub-Waterloo.

I’m memorable.  Apparently.

Filed under Radio Days GPO 746 The Red Phone Lower Marsh London