In today’s article, we look at how corporate individualism has championed over collective creativity and support in the music industry. Plus, Rab C. Nesbitt.
Catchy titles never were my thing…
I am going to start this article with The Proclaimers, a band that I personally think are worth 1000 times more than their classic 1988 global mega anthem, ‘I’m Gonna Be’. For me as a fan of lyrics that focus on the issues at the heart of modern Scottish life, the album ‘Sunshine on Leith’ is in my top 3 of Scottish albums from back in yon day (Scared to Dance by Skids and Steeltown by Big Country being my other contenders). Anyway, the twins’ story of how their music made it mainstream seems simple if Wikipedia is to be believed; a demo alongside Kevin Rowland of ‘Come on Eileen’ fame that ended up with another established indie group, The Housemartins, and then bang the cycle of creativity began. It shouldn’t really be that surprising that collaboration between established artists and emerging ones led to the success of this iconic band, but to me, it seemed just that. Surprising.
Leggi tutto “Trolled by Garbage and an actor off Desperate Scousewives”
‘It doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t care’Pictures of Islands – CS Buchan
I’ve only been to Aberdeen once. It was a dose of the predictable and unpredictable in equal measure. Predictable as a gritty 0 – 0 scoreline was mercifully brought to a close at the permafrost, uncovered away end at Pittodrie, unpredictable in that the subsequent voracity of the night out resulted in me puking on the Scotrail service back south and getting out at Arbroath, 2 stops early, to avoid owning up to my heinous deeds. I feel pretty poor about it even today, the misery that it must have caused fellow travellers and staff that day, a day already marred by the slate grey sky and the prices of Scotland’s inefficient, privatised rail network.
Leggi tutto “Pictures of Islands – CS Buchan”
Poetry in Scotland holds this sort of mythical status, mythical enough indeed for a bunch of geezers to get dressed up in the ‘Shortbread-tin/ Brigadoon Scottish’ way and recite lines to a piece of offal every January 25th ‘aw in the name eh the bard eh?‘
For an Ayrshire farming lad to elevate himself into the national consciousness through tricks of the tongue, observational humour, and still-relevant use of ‘how Scottish people actually talk’ shows how much we value poetry in this country. Got to say that these values were somewhat lost during the educational years, when Higher English resolutely missed the point about how poetry has extreme relevance, both in its observational qualities as well as its phenomenal use of ‘that which which sets us apart from the cat videos’, language.
Leggi tutto “Bill Oddy – Stanley Odd”
‘Got a feeling ’21 is gonna be a good year’
So goes the refrain from The Who‘s seminal 1969 album, ‘Tommy‘. The track in question is simply titled ‘1921‘. Since the end of this guff year, this tune, or at least the main motif from it has been rattling round my head like the broken action of a stricken snare drum, carrying with it something that hasn’t been seen for a wee while in the world of independent music; hope. ‘It’s hope Jim, but not as we know it’.
Leggi tutto “Blog the Second”
Welcome to the blog. Thanks for tuning in. Look, I really tried to get the whole newsletter going, and we had a great run, we really did, but the reality is that due to current circumstances, there isn’t enough news to sustain a monthly newsletter. For those of you who enjoyed the halcyon days of March and April, where it appeared that news and views from Glasgow’s #1782 favourite folk-singer would furnish your inbox indefinitely, I am truly sorry. It isn’t to say that the newsletter is dead, but I think I am going to aim for a ‘every 3 months’ sort of turnaround.
Anyway, I listen to music and I play music, so the idea with this was to talk about new music that I like listening to, while at the same time explaining the glamorous life of what one could loosely term ‘a professional musician’. Get ready for a side of life that you couldn’t possibly imagine, one in which the price of guitar strings directly affects my ability to pay the gas bill. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll folk around etc.