Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

supermo wrote:

crownliquor wrote:

supermo wrote:Lloyd Cole, Pulp, billy Bragg.....not a bad page this.

I'll take the BB download if you're offering, Herr Licker.

I see "please" hasn't permeated to the non ging-herr hoopy weirdo supporters.

Get over it you pompous cunt. Please.

Oh right, courtesy is perceived as pomposity down Rutherglen way is it, I'll remember that? Fucking twat.

There was no lack of courtesy in my original request. And yes yer a pompous twat sometimes. And proud of it too

One day you'll grow up to be pretentious like me

supermo wrote:There was no lack of courtesy in my original request. And yes yer a pompous twat sometimes. And proud of it too

One day you'll grow up to be pretentious like me

Some woman I know saw my brother (who's a cunt and has just moved close by so he can bother me I think) and she told him she'd seen me at the music festival the other week. He said "did he speak to you or walk by with his nose in the air and an arrogant look on his face?" She said the latter. I was so proud.

Brilliant.

PS If a chap called Lenoard drops him tell him he's a thicko. It's part of the banter - he laps it up.

supermo wrote:

onomatopoeia wrote:Which reminded me of



And my happy carefree youth

Do even med students get access to mind-altering substances then?

Luckily I haven't been a medical student for the past 17 years mo!

Good answer

supermo wrote:
PS If a chap called Lenoard drops him tell him he's a thicko. It's part of the banter - he laps it up.

Couldn't possibly comment mate.

(Thinks: Isn't 17 years rather a long time to be a student?)

Depends, some would say it's not long enough mo

onomatopoeia wrote:Depends, some would say it's not long enough mo

It's time you were unleashed upon the unsuspecting public, not so young lady

Or, more accurately, released into the community.

OI !!!!!!!



Fifteen posts on a music thread yields...



Two music clips...

... plus thirteen pages of general chit-chat and 's ridiculous attempts at chatting up the good Doctor O.

It's not good enough I tell ya!!

Now I'm forced to post this wee belter that tickled the old nostalgia receptors when I was having a spring-clean recently...

It's got a lovely wee riff that introduces it and carries on throughout. It's like the clockwork mechanism of a perfect wee tinplate toy robot.

Mind - that could just be me

This lot were on our Wickerman 'to see' list (courtesy of Tess).

Main stage, Saturday 6.15

But then they feinted right...

Then feinted right again...

Then reverse-passed the ball into the pokey (aka The Scooter Tent)

And we missed em.



Good stuff tho I reckon

Has this been posted on here before?

Surely it has.

If it hasn't I'll betcha Crownybhoy goes "tuuuuuune" sometime in the next three posts

I'll bet he does that even if it has been posted and he's just plain forgot about it.

(Immo Enterprises Inc. would like to take this opportunity to apologise for the recent Arctic Monkeys New Single PM Farrago. Sources close to Immo suggest that he was drunk and a fool at the time of the incident. But mostly drunk. I.E.I would like to apologise for any mental stress incurred by patrons due to this episode. We hope that this incident will not prevent you from enjoying I.E.I. products in the future.)

Aaaaand he gave us...



...and Paul McStay.

And Lionel Bleuurrrgh

Apparently.

That last animation would've been much better if they'd replaced all those pictures of the fun for all the family (all the dull ones anyway ) board game "Life" with a different representation of the word.



Don'tcha think?

This next is a decent cover I reckon...

Archly camp - or campily arch, depending on your politics.

And the man hisself.



I can't decide whether or not to practice up 'Fill Your Heart' for my annual Xmas broadcast to the Stenny board.

I've been toying with the idea of doing "New York Telephone Conversation" for

Naked.

Save for a pair of Ray-bans and a sequinned penile glove.












































Him obviously... not me

Seriously tho..

Think about it Sperms.

(Like you'll be doing anything else for the next few days you filthy beast )

Forget about the glove.

I'll go commando.

Waddya say?

Huh?

Moby namechecked this album in the "Last Night a Record Changed My Life" section of this month's Mojo.

The generic, , wee, mung bean-eatin, ad-whorin fuck.

Superb tho...



Grab it quick before Warners do.

Sure I've put this up before

But I'm working on the "still three shots to go before you reach Crownybhoy's shameful recidivism in the matter of repeat posts (17) of the same track (Elvis Costello - Alison;The Filthy Barmaid)" rule.

I reckon I've still got three (or four) left on this one

Is anybody lighting a joss stick?



Mind out for the rocks

Ten posts... full of vitamins, pop-goodness and random shite.

Hoops guaranteed a Europa place.

All is safely gathered in.

All that is required is the big finish.

Fuckin love this fillum.

(Crown will hate it. Prolly dead Truffauty and gauche and obvious and not foreign enough )

(Just) Jack plays the son of a mute, vegetative father whose offspring (Jack included) are all classical music prodigies/professional musicians.

Due to chronic cussedness, Jack gets a job on the oil fields and goes prodigal on their Bach-obsessed asses.

The action really starts when he shows up to a family reunion with his new wife
(Karen Black - fuckking brilliant she is an'all )

But the finish (as they drive home) is the best ever.

Anybody with a functioning cerebral cortex has guessed what's gonna happen from about 15 minutes in, but it still looks fantastic.

(That Susan Anspach din't half stink the place out tho )





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...Ahhh fuck I shoulda got that in earlier shouldn't I.

Smelling salts for Mr Plissken...

Bip... bip... bip...bip... bip-beeeeeep.

And, as the last few corpses lie rotting on the slithey Thorogood...

After your Tony Prince (1800-2000) and your Emperor Rosko (2000-2200).

Past the Peter Stuyvesant Top 20 (2200-2300).

Beyond even the late-night Canadian whisperings of Bob Stewart (2300-0100)

Fab 208 takes you beyond the realms of UK broadcasting legislation with ...

Jensen's Dimensions (0100 - Waking up at 4 with a sweaty ear plastered to a cheap Japanese transistor radio)

A bit like the God-like Stuart Maconie's 'Freak Zone' show, Sundays on R6 (1730 - 2000)

But for people who would have the garlic mushrooms with chopped parsley as a starter.

Without the garlic.

And the mushrooms.

And don't chop the parsley too much.

Is nobody lighting a joss-stick??



Harry's da maaan

Free lysergic acid diethylamide for all !!!






Especially bus-drivers!!!









..was one of the policies that drove the final nail into the coffin of the Wilson government (*). The Transport Secretary resigned immediately and several old ladies had to suffer the indignity of being wrong-footed by throttle-happy drivers, spilled across the central aisle surrounded by their purchases and then spoken to (in a patronising fashion) by a driver with his cap on back-to-front and spirals where his eyes should be.

It was a bleak time in British political history.

(*) Further reading: "Aww Fuck's Sake Harold:(Whit Ye Thinkin Aboot Ya Dumplin )" - Greene, Sawyitt, Cumming (et al) - (Hodder & Dodder) - 1969

On the plus side...

Grocer Jack...

(Other work-related penile dysfunctions are available. Check supplier for details)

And the clock has beaten us again...

We have one last track to play... a special request from all the loonies (without the 'ironic' parentheses of course ) on the SF board...

This is David (Don't call me 'Kid') Jensen saying goodnight from the Grand Dutchie of Lux-ohm-boorgh, Fab 208...

(...my street, Scotland, UK, The World, The Cosmos, The Hyooniverse. )

..with a special reminder to our 'Scawdish lissners' to get their sweaty ear off the plasterer's radio... or something like that.

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