this isn't helping discussion at all, but I can't say I've paid any attention what so ever to the charts since I was a young fulla watching Ready to Roll.
still, it might be interesting to know how many people make musical decisions based on where a track is charting. I'd have thought peers and such would still be far more important. especially at a young age.
cool, and yeah man, that's the badger. Tami kicked it off and set about tearing things up beautifully until he charged in over the top and tore the roof off. hairs on end stuff.
Marlon was my last profile at the Herald. I met a lot of wannabes in my time but he has genuine star quality. Top bloke with it too. Hands up anyone who caught the church tour where he duetted a hymn with Tami N. Crazy good.
That Cedric's pretty fine even if the envelope cover is a pain in the arse.
And just cos, I found one of my longtime grails this week, Percy Faith's Black Magic Woman. The strings can be a bit much for some, but taihoa for the groovy keys...
nah man, this was the 70s, think more twee, upscaled versions of your trad Lockwood home with driveways featuring a turning circle - that was the height of posh - and more than one chimney.
much more likely to be home to fondue key parties.
I asked my parents to park across the road for a bit to see if they checked their mail in their wrestling costumes, but their thirst for the truth didn't match mine.
yeah man, but the spell was broken for me when we went for a Sunday drive (what the hell were they about?) along Redoubt Rd and I found out Rick Martell and King Curtis were neighbours. that wasn't right.
not to mention On the Mat....as for inter school- folk dancing though, bwaahahaha, you poor bastards.
and sorry, Hilary, no idea what the girls were thinking. they still had germs back then and god only knows what was going on in their toilets. Didn't matter how much I was double dared, I wasn't looking.
That was a mad day, there were fights at morning tea, lunchtime and little play over who was better or because someone said Ali was too damn uppity. Then the final bell went and everyone charged for the gate. Not sure if we got anything done in class, the anticipation was mad.
I was only nine though and I'm still unsure if I'm remembering the day if the Rumble or the Thilla. I know I saw both.
Anyway, I seem to remember it being fed by the Bruce Lee cult - did you know he got so fit and so strong he exploded? That was the gospel of the playground and you didn't dare state a winner in a Ali-Lee scrap without backup. Jesus, primary schools in the 70s. Always sunny but.
ha, I'm the other way round - ACR were one of those bands that kinda passed me by at the time.
an arsekicker either way but.
here’s hoping we get to see Iggy just one more time before he finally puts his shirt on and despite some musical misgivings I’ll happily nominate Josh as a contender for coolest living dude, he’s bottled rock star and no mistake.
also pleased to see Tolkin is happy to go against the flow on the big issues: “…Donald Trump sitting there watching TV. He stood up and introduced himself. He’s a tall guy. His hands are THICK and UNUSUALLY LARGE.”
as for music, I’d like to share a few recent scores…
From Scott Towers hand-me-downs I got myself a mighty bootlegged 12’’ banger from Ravi Shankar’s nephew, Anandar:
plus a groovy Gladys Knight take on Shirley Ellis’ Nitty Gritty:
and had the chance for a quick dig and run at Slowboat last week and uncovered this splendid piece of popcorn for cheep:
as for the Canons, I’m meeting up with some old mates tonight and we’ll do our best to ignore the whole thing. Best of luck Russell but.
also, still meaning to play you the Golden Harvest Come Together 7’’. must make that happen.
reckon you’d dig the Nite Light 7 as well…