Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Sesame Street

Pure joy. I love it when the mighty pop stars appear on Sesame street and turn their classic songs into nursery rhymes for 4 year olds.... They seem to have really got this down of late.

Here's Feist doing her counting song...


And James Blunt telling us about a very special shape...


And then a distinctly uncomfortable Michael Stype and REM, playing to those shiny happy monsters...


Of course, in the old days, the stars just used to come on and perform. You can't really tell the difference between this scene and a normal Alice Cooper video, can you?


OK.... And now for something which, if you're as big a fan of the musical side of Sesame Street as I am, might freak you out.

[A Parental Warning is appropriate at this point]



To end, two things.

The pure unadulterated joy that is the Sesame Street theme tune, and my favourite Jack Johnson song. I didn't honestly think I would have a favourite Jack Johnson song, but it appears I do.

I am happier already just thinking about it :-)





That's all folks!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Mary Hampton


Mary Hampton
Originally uploaded by Southcoasting
This photograph was taken at the Free Butt in Brighton last night. Mary pulls the funniest faces, but she's an absolutely enthralling live performer. Her songs are some of the oddest and most beautiful original folk songs you will ever hear, and her voice is a dream. .

There's always one deeply sensual song on every Mary Hampton release and this song, Honey, is the latest. It gets me every time.

mp3 Mary Hampton - Honey (from the new album My mother's children)

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Some good advice

Obviously, Eyeore gets a bad press. There's nothing wrong with being morose, but it's more a question of how to live.

Good things happen to bad people. Bad things happen to good people.
Life just happens, and we all die sometime.
Who'd have thought?
I'm not one for motivational books or videos but this is good stuff, no matter.
It takes effort and constant vigilance, but nothing really to sweat over.

Live life right, be open to experience, and the dreams will come to you.

It's a good message.
They might not be the dreams you hoped for, but they'll be the ones you remember.



Randy Pausch died yesterday.

Two tracks for Will (and anyone). These were the extras on the double album single CD deal, from an early single, and I think I prefer them to all the tracks on the first two Bill Fay albums.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

We could have we should have we didn't


Burch
Originally uploaded by Stephen Burch
The Great Park's new album 'we could have we should have we didn't' is a beautiful thing and unique in many ways. In fact given the circumstances around its recording it is a miracle it got made at all; the fact that it is so raw and honest and downright excellent is all the more remarkable.

Having self-produced around half a dozen albums (depending how you count 'em) on the tiny Brighton-based woodland recordings label over the last 18 months, the Great Park has developed a portfolio of intimate morose folk songs, rooted in a strange personal world of fields and birds and love and persecution. This latest album, like so much of the Great Park canon, is in parts autobiographical; beautifully arranged, with a subtle fuller sound than most of the preceding releases. It is also a significant step forward on what has come before, and a magnificent achievement, although it's hard to pin down exactly what it is and why.


Having returned from a tour of Germany, Stephen Burch (the Great Park's main man) has been itinerant and homeless and the new album has had to be constructed piece-by-piece, while moving from place to place around various people's homes in Brighton, Bristol and Ireland. At each stop new tracks would emerge, some written on the spot as the moment allowed, others having matured over time. Contributions from the likes of Kristin McClement, Lawrie 'Birdengine' Tilbury, Sam 'Mid-West Blues' Collins were added. And somehow this album pieced itself together into a meaningful whole.

The music made by The Great Park is not just folk music but has soul (without the traditional rhythm and blues I guess, although it brings its own sense of both). 'We could have...' is raw, open and honest in ways that most folk musicians can rarely sustain. It is in a similar vein to Mary Hampton's excellent new album, but with less theatrics; or like a Bonnie Prince Billy CD, but with more gravitas and humour. And did I mention 'Just Another Diamond Day'? The accompaniments on this set are superb too - a little piano here, some extra guitar there, earie backing vocals or echoing chorus, a little birdsong - all add to the gentle but haunting textures in the music.

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Originally uploaded by Stephen Burch

Limited to only 100 copies in its first edition, 'We could have we should have we didn't' comes in a unique hand printed box, with a lyric sheet, a photograph and a feather. There are covers of songs by Liz Green (excellent) and the Sons of Noel and Adrian (a little out of place here), and two short filler tracks which work well in adding to the special atmosphere of the whole.

The individual songs themselves are largely autobiographical, full of a quiet passion, deep emotion and hard life. Recognisable events are relayed and obscure human stories appear for a lyric or two and then are gone.

The album opens with Annabel, a song that has featured in the live set for a while now, introducing Stephen's itinerant nature and wrapping it up in a simple song about love and how we connect through the things we bring to a relationship
"I came to you to be lonely,
I came to you to lay low,
and I'll stay here as long as you'll have me,
and hide the books when I go."
Staying still is never an option on this album. Song 2 is a 'displacement song' written by Liz Green, and then comes 'Home is a Hole' ("the roof is gone, such damage done"). Staying still is never an option. If there is nowhere to remain, it is because every place seems to be haunted by memory, fear and broken relationships.

The title song to the album is a relentless attack of alientation and regret, the chorus "we could have we should have we didn't" breaking up each verse and letting the listener know that there is no simple happy ending in any of the clues left within the verses. Recorded in pieces in six places, most of them make-do home recording in living rooms, it's an 'aweful' song - in the real essence of the word, full of dread and bright-eyed inspiration. Hints of autoiography ("I was born in a small town I haven't grown tall") give it the power of truth. Stephen Burch must have dredged the most intimate and frightening corners of his emotions to come up with lines such as
"...the road got lost and it's all my fault and it's my job to find it again,
help was at hand but the best laid plans have dumped us in no-man's land..."
The epic 'Since he's been gone' ( two chords, eleven minutes ) is ostensibly about Stephen's dead father ("...on my shoulders, it hurts") and the sense of regret for someone who's passing leaves no room to reset the picture that they may (or may not) have had in their mind when they died. When the chorus kicks in
"Since he's been gone, I've been carrying on..."
the listener's first thought is that, well perhaps he hasn't.

That song is an epic in the great folk sense. But the album is not all heavy or doom-laden, and it keeps you enthralled from start to finish. It has beautiful light moments too, such as 'And I don't know why', a simple riff of a song written in a moment inbetween things and recorded that instant. Its words are entrenched in rural thing - digging the earth, watching crows - and the tune takes its peace from the complete absence of any sense of city stress. A gentle, lovely song.

Similarly, the haunting 'Out here' has a simple two chord structure reminiscent of the Velvet Underground at first until the eerie lyrics start to dig under the skin, taking over, and Kristin Mclement's moans and piano riff move the song into a higher place somewhere over and above the day-to-day world. Simply gorgeous.

The final track 'Jesswood' closes the theme of escape and displacement with its chorus of "well, hello, I'm finally home". But there are hints that flight is always a threat, the distance-between always an attraction, and its a feeling that requires constant vigilance to keep from the door:
"if you see me thinking of leaving again
take hold of my feet
and nail them to the floor
of your sweet sad room
and I will leave you no more"
A most original and enthralling album. Well done Stephen.

mp3s
Here's the opening track

Hear more tracks on myspace including the Great Park's superb cover of Liz Green's Displacement Song and the genre-defining I Do Wrong (which Liz herself has covered as a return compliment).

Download a free 10 track solo set performed live in Switzerland from earlier this year here at the Great Park website

And order your copy of We Could Have We Should Have We Didn't from the same place!


Saturday, July 05, 2008

100,000 flickr views


100,000 views
Originally uploaded by Southcoasting
were passed sometime last night. And it's my birthday today. So, just another day then.
I wanted to do some things I had never done before. So, we breakfasted on Southwick beach and went to see the near-inaccessible but beautifully-situated Chattri Memorial. Thrilling stuff.

Friday, July 04, 2008

One Little Plane


One Little Plane
Originally uploaded by Southcoasting
This band would have been fabulous on 'K' records in about 1984. As it is, they're not bad now. Sweet indie pop songs with a touch of electronica - myspace

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Living in 1988

I've been digging up some old photographs and they bring back fond memories.

East End living room 1988

These three are from the flat where we first lived in the East End of London. It belonged to a Housing Association that could not afford to do it up, and so rented a whole staircase to our short-life housing co-op and we sub-letted rooms for £9 per week, which was unbelievable. I met my wife-to-be there and we moved in to this flat together.

East End living room 1988

The flats had a gas fire and no phones (there were no mobile phones in those days). The bathroom was shared between the whole staircase and lived at the bottom of the stairwell. Somebody tried to get an old piano into their flat and failed to budge it up the stairs, so it was left in the bathroom. The shared basement space became a studio for the artists.

East End kitchen 1988

It wasn't all rosy, but it was pretty good. A cool bunch of people, and cheap rent on the outskirts of the centre of London. It doesn't get much better really.

Here's a tune from a band I was enjoying a lot around this time:

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Parisian hotel room 1984

This weekend's theme is a lonely room. I found a bundle of old photographs recently that I'd taken when I was travelling and still in my teens. This was one of them.

It wasn't all loneliness, although travelling on my own with little money wasn't all roses either. It was memorable, and a life experience, and looking back at the photographs reminds me just how blessed I was to have the sense to grab life and see some before I got too old.

Five songs on the lesser theme for now:

Thursday, May 29, 2008

I saw the Smiths

Playing live at a 'Save the GLC' festival at County Hall (now the Satchi Galery) on the South Bank in London. This picture was probably taken around 1984 and is a bit of personal folklore.

I always thought I had seen the Smiths play live but I couldn't actually remember it. Then the kids came across a box of my old photos at their grandmother's the other day, and this was one of the pictures. Still can't recall the gig tho'. Must have been a good one.

My friend Craig was with me on the day and remembers it more clearly. The concert was in the car park behind City Hall. The Redskins also played and were attacked by far-right skinheads. Craig also says it was also the night Mark Hateley played for England against Brazil and scored. He was a Portsmouth player at the time.

Two reminders:

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Book table


Book table
Originally uploaded by Southcoasting

Artists' Book Fair and exhibition at the Phoenix Gallery today. I'd forgotten it was on, but walked past and so popped in. It was a bit overwhelming - there used to be a time when I'd be really into these sorts of things, but now it just makes me want to lie down. Mind you, the great Mark Pawson was there, and that alone made it worthwhile.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Silence at Sea


Silence at Sea
Originally uploaded by Southcoasting

Silence at Sea are from Cardiff and play lovely plinkety plonk indie-o-folksie songs with lovely female vocals from Laura. G (pictured) speaks to the audience through a red telephone. They are really much better than that sounds, with clever simple lyrics capturing the joy of love and youth, just the way good pop should do.

Their CD 'the oh-no telephone' is ridiculously cheap, and ridiculously good. G's "Cat Power" guitar is becoming legendary.