cjmb:
Great Britain produces the best music and best live performances on earth. From Robbie Williams to Muse, Radiohead to Coldplay, David Bowie to Adele 14 of the best are on this DVD and it is a demonstration of how this stuff is done. Also cementing Glastonbury as the mother of live music it boasts 5 of the 14 offerings, Wembley is the location for 2 as is the Brit Awards.
Some people say Britain isn’t that great any more but I would counter that this summer there is no better time to be British. Our monarch celebrates 60 years of sitting through the national anthem every other day, the worlds largest sports day comes to our fantastic capital and music will echo about under all of these major events and even though Glastonbury is on a fallow year the other festivals (that have survived) are more than picking up the slack.
Between this DVD and the corresponding playlist on Spotify it highlights the enormous talent of our nation and it is time to stand tall and declare pride in Britain regaining its Greatness. Music doesn’t suffer in times of austerity which is why we can consider ourselves great as Music is Great Britain.
Rita Ora - R.I.P. is aural vomit. Its name is tautological and prophetic. I’d best get down to the levy Don Mclean style because today is the day.
And now for something completely different…
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Inspired by jeannr, I flowcharted the Beatles classic, ‘Hey Jude.’
now you can buy a print!
Have posted this a long time ago but it’s still genius
Jack White - Blunderbuss
Named after the apparent approach Blunderbuss is Jack White’s first solo album offering and does everything you could possibly wish for from an item with those credentials. Each and every track is dripping in historical blues influence but put through White’s own modern twisted lens and vocal vernacular to create something that sounds like an instant classic.
Blunderbuss best describes the listening experience in a very positive fashion. Just over 40 minutes of blues master class comes nicely. It is wrong however to use the word Blunderbuss to describe the making of the record. It is clear that every minor detail and attention to every part of the process has been over looked by White and not one second of noise is without precision whilst with complete emotion.
I say he was careful for every detail… every detail except the spelling of the second track on the CD cover. Well mistakes will happen I guess. It shows the focus was on the noise that will be emitting vis whatever vehicle to your ears and that is all the consumer cares about.
It is rare I say this, and especially over Jack White as I have never been all that fussed or concerned with him while simultaneously agreeing he is one of the prodigious musical genii of our generation, however I believe Q have been stingy with 4 stars. I give it a full 5 straight up. There is enough solid gold here to warrant it.
calcifer155 asked: Best childhood memory / best adult memory - go! :p
The weekend I finished school covers both of these (as I was 18 and it was the end of school). Don’t get me wrong I LOVED (most of) school but that weekend was the best weekend of my life easily.
We had speech day at which I didn’t win anything but my allegiance was with the house anyway and I’d had my praise. The leavers ball was that night at which I (for the first time - it is now a weekly occurrence) finished a bottle and a half of wine and played on dodgems n stuff. It was a fantastic event. Though it was on Friday… and 70 miles west was Glastonbury… which I had a £180 ticket… Never fear SUPERDAD TO THE RESCUE. My Dad drove 35 mins to school, 1 hour to my mums and 45 mins home to collect us and ensure we were in the right place for the next day. One threat: Do not throw up in my car. I had a very nice sparkly starry bow tie when I got in the car, after all the stopping it didn’t survive. I hope it is happy. Anyway, next morning me and my two best friends in the world (bear in mind I didn’t know Jonny at this point) got up fuelled by adrenaline and excitement, and miraculously had no hangover (until we tried the cider at the cider bus). We may have missed The Kings of Leon and a whole bunch of others the day before which upset me but we were finally there. We camped where we weren’t supposed to on the far side of the sight right by the ribbon tower you will have seen in pictures and set off. The first act we saw at all was Los Campesinos on the Other Stage and then we ventured to the hallowed Pyramid stage where we discovered and immediately fell in love with Seasick Steve and I took one of the best photos I’ve ever taken (I have it on canvas!). That night the long controversial headliner was Jay Z and if anyone wants the bootleg I will happily get it to them as it is fucing incredible. Any set that starts with Wonderwall out of tune as a middle finger to Noel Gallagher and goes straight into 99 Problems mashed with AC/DC Back in Black and ends with Linkin Park mashed with Encore is as good as it sounds. His boast after the third song “For those that didn’t get the memo, my name is Jay Z and I’m pretty fucking awesome!” was justified as was the victorious tone of ” I came I saw I conquered, from record sales to sold out concerts” in front of 100,000 of the people who promised to buoycott.
The next day waa equally good with perfect weather, Newton Faulkner gave me sunburn and The Verve did Sonnet, The Drugs Don’t Work, Lucky Man and Bitter Sweet Symphony back to back. I was a mess.
Got home and sat on a white sofa with a sunburn but I didn’t care. The tattoo I got at the Ball on my arm was sun tanned in and remained there for a further 2 years, I didn’t care (can’t say Dyson had the same issue with his as it was on his arse).
Best. Weekend. Ever. And as you know, the beginning of a serious love affair.
