What’s that? You’re eager to read some prompt-based flash fiction but you think works of 101 words are just that bit too long? Well you’ve come to the right place! Read more…
Yes I know I featured the Cocteaus recently, but I’m not apologising for bringing you the vocal delights of Lizzie Fraser again so soon. It’s been cold and frosty this week as December arrives, so why not share a bit of Winter Wonderland with you?
It’s a Christmas classic anyway, but covered by the Cocteau Twins it’s raised to the level of
It was one of my highlights of the year this week – I got to start opening the windows on my Maltesers advent calendar. O Joyous Day! Read more…
It’s been mentioned before on these pages that I love ska, and I love 2-Tone. I’ve even decided that my next tattoo will be of the man in the 2-Tone logo. So I was shocked to find I hadn’t played you anything by The Bodysnatchers yet. Yes I could go on about how they were an all-girl band in a movement (and indeed an industry) dominated by men, and that is very commendable, but I doubt they would want to be defined just by their gender; when it sounds this good, it doesn’t matter if they’re boys or girls. What’s important is that you can’t sit still when you listen to this, it’s infectious, it’s happy, it’s ska, it’s a
When I started blogging some five-ish years ago, I would religiously check my stats daily, count my likes and comments, desperate to see if I was making any kind of waves in the infinite ocean of world wide words. But now, I never do.
I’m not saying I don’t appreciate feedback that I get from around the world – because I do, and it’s always a pleasure to receive a nice comment – but I don’t obsess over if like I used to. And I’m genuinely not bothered whether anyone reads me or not, because I write for me and if anyone else likes it too or has something to say then that’s a bonus.
It’s like when I went to an open mic Flash Fiction night a few weeks back – I was a bit nervous but only because I was out in the world, socialising and potentially having to talk to People, which I’m not very good at. The actual standing up and reading bit didn’t bother me in the slightest. I imagined the crowd would be inviting and generous, and they were, but even if they had thrown bottles, my attitude would have been Fuck You, if you don’t like my writing then bollocks to you. Which is kind of healthy in a way.
Why am I telling you all this? No real reason, just that I actually looked at my stats just now and saw how many hits I get in a week. And I’ve already forgotten. Because it’s just a number, and I don’t care.
I am always happy to share tunes from a wide variety of artists, genres and times, but this week let’s get back to one that epitomises the word “choon”.
Around the turn of the millenium, breaks was a massive genre within the wider dance-music scene, and this was onw of the biggest tunes of the day. It’s got an infectious and relentless bass line and rhythm, but it’s that huge (hooj) riff that kicks in around 2:2o after the first breakdown that raises this to the status of classic, of epic.
It’s perfect. It’s of its time, yet timeless. It begs for an instant rewind. It’s a