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The Sunday Session #2….Reggae

A few of this blogs favourites from Yard…. Dave & Ansell Collins – Double Barrel The Congos – Fisherman Toots & The Maytals – Pressure Drop Junior Delgado – Fort Augustus Althea & Donna – Uptown Top Ranking Advertisements

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Sunday Sequence 01 – Classic Rock

Just a few tunes this blog thinks are pretty gleaming to while away your Sunday afternoon…. Spooky Tooth – Evil Woman Savoy Brown – Hellbound Train Family – Burlesque Heavy Metal Kids – Rock ‘n’ Roll Man Joe Cocker – Delta Lady

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If you can’t say anything nice about someone, it’s probably Jan Moir

Jan Moir…. Well, would you? Even after a skinful and enough GHB to tranquilise a team of Clydesdales? From a personal perspective, an evening spent in a crack den, trepanning myself with a rusty hand drill holds more appeal. Tongue firmly lodged in the anal profundities of The Daily Quail and Anton Vowl.

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In which my piles flare up again on hearing the Mercury Prize winner

So everyone’s joining the headlong rush to Tower, iTunes, Mininova, Nikki Nova, Bossa Nova and Champagne Supernova to get their hands on Screech Decibel’s album, right? Wrong. I’m not. Her voice goes through me like a circular saw slicing through a corrugated iron roof.

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Why did they take so long to bury Michael Jackson?

My friend Karahi emailed me this morning postulating the following intriguing hypothesis: Perhaps the family was using him as an interesting coffee table objet/conversation piece. Being mostly plastic I doubt he’d have decomposed much. I think I’m inclined to go with this theory.

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The 80/20 split explained, or how you know when the fat lady has sung herself hoarse

I was in a music publisher’s office on the corner of La Brea and Sunset, Los Angeles, sometime around 1997. Across the desk from me was one of the olympians of the music industry, responsible for a string of hits over four decades, who was about to prove that even immortals can, on occasion, have […]

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The night before the morning after

I am jolted awake by the sound of the driver’s disembodied voice over the public address. “Customers….advised that we are….Morden station….terminates here.” His voice reeks of the indifference of the bored and thwarted, suggesting to me that he once had big plans for his future, and that sitting eight hours a day staring down a […]

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