THIS IS HAPPENING! OMG! I AM SSSOOOO FRIGGING EXCITED! I’m going to see Stewart bloody Copeland at the Festival Hall next Saturday! OMG!!! I think I may scream the house down!
OMG! I only saw this today. The gig (in London anyway) is 18 days away. I WANT THIS SOOOO MUCH! This man is…my drumming GOD. He is everything, in drumming terms, that I would ever aspire to be. I’ve never seen him live. It would be ssoooooo amazing to see him. So amazing.
I probably won’t be able to buy a ticket until next week. So…I just have to hope and pray some will be left then. Fingers crossed! It would be a DREAM to see him.
Due for release on February 22nd on the Cherry Red Records label is a 5 CD box set of the best of Scottish music released on independent record labels from for first stages of punk in 1977, through to the modern mainstream in 1989.
It’s an impressive and extensive list of acts to come out of such a small country, and a number of them go on to find major commercial success – none more successful than “our” Simple Minds – then not quite fully formed and under the original moniker of Johnny And The Self Abusers. The song that features is Dead Vandals (of the two songs that JATSA commercially produced, this is the one I prefer – even though Saints And Sinners by its pace adheres more to the punk ethos).
Below is a review in the most recent issue of Record Collector magazine. The review is very good. At the end of the post, you find a “taster” playlist on Spotify as to what’s to come on the box set.
You’ll also find a documentary, well, more a multi-interview piece about the music scene in Scotland during this thriving and almost creatively saturated period – with contributions from industury insiders, DJs and presenters and musicians.
Hmmm – this got viewed today and then I see paralells with a post on SMO FB this morning. One wonders…
He certainly wasn’t so dismissive of Shake Off The Ghosts this morning!
Happy Sparkle Anniversary for yesterday ❤️
I’m starting to go through the process of tidying up my Flickr account. With something like 20,000 photos in there, it is getting to be quite a trawl looking through them for a specific photo.
Yesterday I started with a folder of all the black and white SM pics up to 1984, today I started a folder of all the interactivity with Jim (either myself, or with other fans) that I’ve screengrabbed from FB.
My own interactivity with Jim started much earlier than I thought. This is from Friday, 13th (an omen!) March, 2015. Well over three and a half years ago! I don’t know why but in my head I didn’t feel the interactivity really kicked off with him until after I started sharing the art…but it actually was happening before that.
Aawww! It made me all warm and fuzzy inside! Lol! Look at him telling me to “calm…
A man in a long-sleeve plain cotton collared shirt. It is an aesthetic I love and by God, there are few men who pull it off better than this absolute Adonis. Yep…the collared shirt aesthetic and the 1981 Kerr aesthetic are converging and hitting me something rotten right now. So this post is basically an excuse to ogle Jim in a collared shirt. Stretched tight across his titties…that’ll do me! I objectify this man so much! SHAME ON ME! #SorryNotSorry
Paul Statham, the man behind The Dark Flowers project seems to have his fingers in several musical pies. The After The Rain project is yet another. Wonderfully atmospheric, I really like the sampling of Nina Simone’s version of Wild Is The Wind on the first track from the Black Is The Colour E.P.
Hear all three tracks and buy the E.P. by clicking on the Bandcamp info below…
I have a very bad habit of living in the past. Something very good in the present will happen to me – of the times I allow myself to actually LIVE in the present – and then I smother it. Hold on to it with everything I have because I don’t want to lose that feeling. So fearful that I may never feel it again.
And so it is with this. It’s the third anniversary of this taking place today. Would it even mean this much to anybody else? Probably not. For most it would just be deemed a little “added extra” to an otherwise good day. Or perhaps a nice touch to a mediocre day. Either way, their day would have just been somewhat enhanced…a little.
For me though? It felt as though I had been defibrillated. Quite literally. The pace my heart ran at upon waking up and seeing this on the morning of January 5th, 2016 was nothing short of life affirming. It actually felt like I had been brought to life.
But how silly is that? I mean what exactly was it at the end of the day? Just some little doodle I made that some rock star liked? In the grand scheme of things…what did it actually mean and achieve? It’s just a poster. History.
Don’t mind me…I am in the stranglehold of melancholy right now.
I need to find my happy place again. And I am really not sure where that is right now. If I am still needing a crutch, then I haven’t found it, have I? Is it just an illusion? The “happy place”? Utopia…
