Sunday, 6 April 2014

You little pervy...

Yes, but, just look at those legs

The 'Quins players were in the tunnel at Stade de Francais, making their way onto the pitch for the Friday night game. BLISS was ignoring me, openly letching.

ME: Oy!

BLISS: What?

ME: [As Eddie Hitler] You little pervy. [Honestly, with love and admiration – good taste!].

BLISS: [As some sort of world's leading expert] but those legs...[swooney voice]...they're just so strong and muscley.

Another sports fan.

Going Back Home

Wilko Johnson hasn't long left to live. He's made a stonking raw blusey album with Roger Daltry, Going Back Home.

Here's the title song:


Here's the Dr Feelgood original:


Get a copy, get your best headphones on, crank up the volume, and the bass, and...well...just crank everything up to the maximum, and carry out this health check (who says I'm a medical idiot, I'm the originator of the Going Back Home living or dead test):

The Wilko / Daltry version: you will mime, in order, the guitar, drums, bass, harmonica, then grab something resembing a mike and start singing.

The Dr Feelgood version: you will mime the above in the same order but without the harmonica.

Or:

A) You're dead.
B) You're deaf.
C) You don't have any rock 'n' roll in you at all (like, you're a junior minister for something, or a great admirer of Margaret Thatcher and William Hague, or you read the Daily Mail, or you mostly listen to Radio 4...oh...er...ignore that last one).

The 2014 version has much more bass thump, more modern whack between the shoulder-blades. That chest-rumble you almost expect (My Morning Jacket), until it's ramped up to another level altogether (Animal Collective).

The original is lighter on the eardrums, unadjusted, but when cranked up to equivalent levels...that longer drum intro, that longer harmonica solo...

Rather dismissively, Wikipedia describes Dr Feelgood as “a pub band”. Maybe it's because they're the ultimate dad-dance outfit, and I'm a certain age, but they're a pub band like Bon Jovi are a stadium band, like The Wailers were a reggae band, like James Joyce could write a bit. They were (are) the best at what they did (do). Brackets? They're still going like that broom with three new handles and six new heads: no original members continue, but the band's still going, and they play an annual celebration back home in Canvey Island every year, proceeds to the charity supported by the family of Lee Brilleaux.


Give them a go, they're incredible.

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