Grrr! at my silly, glass back. 6 hours hunched over a DJ booth hath rendered my spine as flexible as a stale breadstick.
Brrr! at the chill winter draught that's blowing on my neck that I can't get out the way of because of the aforementioned breadstick back.
Last night in Telfords was good fun. You can see the playlists -- should you be at a very loose end -- on my Pet Sounds page:
http://myspace.com/petsoundsuk
The playlists are in the blog section. There's no band next week, so if you have any ideas for boss tunage I can, er, drop, please leave them as comments on the petsoundsuk page.
I say "good fun", but for the duration of the pre-band set I think it was only me enjoying myself. I decided to dedicate the pre-band set to great American songs -- some of my favourites -- because the band, the Loving Cup, are purveyors of what we used to call country rock but now call Americana.
I could trot out a dribble of hackneyed Britpop, corporate 'indie' and 'alternative dance' and everyone would dance and there would be a queue out of the door every Friday and all and sundry would smile at me as they walked past the DJ booth and offer to buy me drinks. Well, I do do that after the bands, but before the bands I rather pompously regard as an opportunity to educate the masses in ace music. Sanctimonious twit, aren't I?
As it is, I [still] get people [well, one person] storming the DJ booth and demanding, "What's this shit? Play something new!"
That shit was Ray Charles' What'd I Say.
Ah, well.
There are plenty of tales like that in the back pages of this blog.
The best thing about last night was the fact that a tonne of former staff returned to Telfords for a night out. The Mighty Karima was there, still sporting more attitude and charisma than the entire top 40. Neil Cult 45 Dropped in to by Dylanish. And on the subject of Dylan: Angela Who Always Used To Ask For Bob Dylan's Hurricane was there [although slightly non-plussed that I played it for her -- maybe her musical tastes have moved on in the intervening four years]. Telis the Greek was there. Naz a Black Belt In Puking After Alcohol returned. It was mighty fun.
Funky Jesus! What is going on on telly? Celine Dion is air guitar-ing! It's like watching Prince Charles disco dance. And I should be in Bangor watching Johnny Horizontal, Threatmantics & Kentucky AFC. Bastard breadstick back.
This is supposed to be a mail-out for tomorrow night's show. Sorry for the flannel.
Last week's recipient of the Demo of the Week, Georgia Ruth Williams has had a very interesting week. I can't mention why, but the fact that a tiny amount of that interestingness is loosely associated with being played on the show makes me very happy.
But my taste is rapacious and never sated. I want more music, please. Please send high quality .mp3's to:
themysterytour@gmail.com
Tomorrow night's show features our first four-weekly look at Welsh Hip Hop in the company of Lews Tewns. Soundhog will be in bragging about Bangor, no doubt. Bethan Elfyn will tell us all about her show this Wednesday night on Radio 1.
Please get your gig info / music-related bobbins / & other assorted gak to the e-mail address above as soon as possible.
Cheers, ears!
Find out how to listen here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/radiowales/sites/content/pages/frequencies.shtml
Listen to last week's show here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/radiowales_aod.shtml?wales/adamwalton_sun
©Adam Walton
2010
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