tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post2413227628128310399..comments2024-03-14T13:06:38.883+00:00Comments on cultural snow: Lou Reed, the Daily Mail and Paul GambacciniTim Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681067872556519250noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-87009095550213694392013-11-05T20:58:24.839+00:002013-11-05T20:58:24.839+00:00Rog - like it.
I also liked the less fashionable -...Rog - like it.<br />I also liked the less fashionable - Good evening Mr Waldheim. Pontiff, how are you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-65983865571959125922013-11-04T11:45:26.259+00:002013-11-04T11:45:26.259+00:00Doubly ironic that Lou Reed must have written some...Doubly ironic that Lou Reed must have written some of the most politically-incorrect songs ever, with regards to male/female relationships, with his Berlin Opus mainly about the destruction of Caroline by Jim, who "shoulda broken both her arms" because of her sleeping around. Jim's delight in having her kids taken away is just so 2013. <br /><br />Lou must be laughing his cynical head off. I wonder if he's met Jimmy Savile yet.Moor Larkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05275057917684784541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-63700634806383378772013-10-31T23:42:48.976+00:002013-10-31T23:42:48.976+00:00Yes! It's here! A nice person on Twitter told ...Yes! <a href="http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/interviews/musn82.htm" rel="nofollow">It's here!</a> A nice person on Twitter told me. Moral: be wary of urban myths about things being urban myths.Tim Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14681067872556519250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-45897216571268819442013-10-31T19:16:34.255+00:002013-10-31T19:16:34.255+00:00Good news, Tim! The Eno attribution is about right...Good news, Tim! The Eno attribution is about right (it's usually a little mangled but enough in the area).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-24485506103087428542013-10-30T13:03:09.163+00:002013-10-30T13:03:09.163+00:00That's the Gambo that hangs out with Jacob Ree...That's the Gambo that hangs out with Jacob Rees-Mogg and Mrs Stephen Fry, Rog.<br /><br />Pretty much the same story, Philip. Same year, even. Except my intro was Bowie's White Light/White Heat, so I started on side one.<br /><br />Oh that's a pity, William. Mind you, it's only in the midst of the mourning that I discovered Eno never said that thing about everyone who bought the banana album starting a band.<br /><br />That was rather lovely, wasn't it Annie? I think he would have liked it (even if he wouldn't admit).<br /><br />Sounds good, Cloudia.Tim Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14681067872556519250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-30721806348343205282013-10-29T20:53:24.244+00:002013-10-29T20:53:24.244+00:00What a rich light conversation! Glad I stumbled i...What a rich light conversation! Glad I stumbled in. My tribute to Lou today is not less conventional, but has the virtue of a gadget that plays 'perfect day' ........ <br /><br /><br />AlohaCloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-29946067997030632712013-10-29T19:37:18.705+00:002013-10-29T19:37:18.705+00:00I feel very sad. (Also, somehow thought he was goi...I feel very sad. (Also, somehow thought he was going to live forever, the cantankerous old sod.)<br /><br />The Daily Mash story you tweeted was the most touching and somehow spot on thing I saw on social media about him. Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-12992054875836341422013-10-29T18:14:31.503+00:002013-10-29T18:14:31.503+00:00Lou never said that thing about RIP being the micr...Lou never said that thing about RIP being the microwave dinner of posthumous honours.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-41294004037722501512013-10-29T10:44:41.624+00:002013-10-29T10:44:41.624+00:00I would like to hear your "discovering the se...I would like to hear your "discovering the second VU album" story - if only to compare it with my own. Sure, Lou wouldn't approve, but let's face it: he disapproved of a lot of things that are blameless or even laudable. That was part of his appeal.<br /><br />Anyway, for what it's worth, here's mine.<br /><br />In 1983 the eighteen year-old me was in the grip of a severe, three year-long Joy Division fixation. Then one day I happened upon a "Nice Price!" copy of White Light/White Heat in Our Price Records. I knew the Velvets had a cool reputation (and an intriguingly weird name) but the only song of theirs I'd heard was the Divvy's live cover of Sister Ray. That was awful, even to a Joy Division nut like me, but, still, if they rated them then maybe the original was worth a spin.<br /><br />Back home I saw that Sister Ray took up most of side two, but I was too lazy to faff about lining up the needle with the start of the track so I decided to just to play the whole side. After all, there was only one other song, so it wouldn't be too much of a chore to hear that first.<br /><br />The next four minutes changed my life. That's not hyperbole or me getting sentimental because a rock icon's bit the Big One. It's a simple fact. From the opening few seconds of squealing guitars and drawled lyrics it was like a whole new world had been opened up to me. <br /><br />The song, of course, was <i>I Heard Her Call My Name</i>. Not one of their most famous tracks or even (in retrospect) one of their best. Yet it was astonishing. It was "sort of" a standard pop song, yet they were playing it as if they wanted to kill it. From what I could gather of the lyrics, it was about a guy remembering how a dead woman once cared for him. Sort of. It was hard to tell if Reed was joking - and that was fantastic. His deadpan drawl was cool, detached, ironic and despairing all at the same time. And on top of that you had the visceral, pounding music like a quaint shed being smashed to pieces. I'd heard heavy rock before but nothing done with such insouciant disregard for the listener, the rules of the genre... for everything, basically. The track was only four minutes long. The last two of those were simply the band making a nihilistic racket. It was thrilling beyond words. <br /><br />And then Sister Ray came on.Philip Cartwrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11458571502536123264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18775356.post-52120988036898330222013-10-29T09:55:14.477+00:002013-10-29T09:55:14.477+00:00Didn't he play a bit of bass on "To Sir W...Didn't he play a bit of bass on "To Sir With Love"?<br /><br />I thought this was one of PG's best:<br /><br />"Paul Gambaccini @PauIGambaccini 17h<br />Only just heard about the sad passing of Buddy Holly. I was creosoting the fence and had left phone in the kitchen for safety."Roghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09430706557035189147noreply@blogger.com