Monday, December 28, 2009

That's All There Is ...

That's all there is for 2009.

Stipe is an obscure man at the best of times, but the ubiquitous wikipedia entry on the interpretation of the lyrics has not really captured what I always understood the song to be about. A picture tells a 1000 words. It seems oddly fitting to pit it against the Depeche Mode song in question. You can follow the Chilcot Enquiry here. Wishing you a peaceful 2010.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Shooting Stars

I do hope Lord Weatherall doesn't get too annoyed if he ever hears this - he is after all one of my all time heroes. I strongly recommend his 2009 album A Pox On The Pioneers. The track here in use however is "Feathers" from The Bullet Catcher's Apprentice EP,

This track was previously featured as an exclusive track on the Ramdom Thoughts podcast - if you have a passing interest in either mashups or remixes I suggest you check it out.

Apparently the track was used in a Volkswagen advert a few years ago but I'm having diffiulty tracking down the advert in question. Here's one of Weatherall's finest ever tracks as compensation .....

Friday, December 11, 2009

Houston Calling

Houston holds a very peculiar sentiment for me. Let's get the song out of the way first - this is the seemingly never ageing Houston bluesmen ZZ Top gone breakbeat courtesy of a 4Kuba remix of Miss Napalm. To be honest, the brothers and the amusingly named one could and should remix this themselves and re-release as I've got no hesitation in saying it would be a hit all over again. Big thanks to Simon over at APC for the artwork and initial first play exclusive.

Houston held long fascination for me in my younger years. Almost certainly because I knew that ZZ Top were from Houston (therefore, it must be a cool place), and definitely because of Jean-Michel Jarre. His 1986 Rendezvous Houston concert convinced me that Houston must be a cool place if it had concerts like this. Approximately 1.5 million spectators saw this live by tuning in on their radios on the gridlocked highway. He uses skyscrapers as projector screens. He uses the Children Of The Damned as a choir. He plays a frickin' laser harp. Had the Challenger disaster not happened, he would have had a live saxophone solo from space. This man eats Daft Punk for breakfast. And it's pompous, over the top, almost certainly played from a CD thanks, but marvellous.

I've been to Houston many times now. Part of me hopes that one day I'll be lucky enough to see something as stupidly great at this.