The Dead Army

I've touched on music culture in previous blogs - specifically in My in-group - and the power of music to bring people together. In fact the thousands of diverse shards of music cultures and genres are so ingrained in our personal identities that it makes me wonder how anybody defined themselves before the '50s. Personally, … Continue reading The Dead Army

I was there!

Time. I recall listening to Aladdin Sane and being pretty shocked by the w-word in the second verse of Time ("wanking", not "whore"). Swearing in songs was unusual before Sex Pistols' Bodies removed any remaining shock value: five "fuck"s in a 13-word couplet probably still wins the Grammy for concentrated sweariness in a tune. Where … Continue reading I was there!

A note to Murdoch

"Well I'd love to change the worldBut I can't even change the channel"Murdoch / Thee Deadtime Philharmonic A thing I love about music is it keeps us 'auld yins' thinking young. One reason is because our memories are autobiographical, and cues help us remember certain events vividly. Smell is a cue (the smell of gorse … Continue reading A note to Murdoch

What goes around comes around

“Feeling rather strange when you're sixteen again Things don't seem the same the past is so plain This future is our future this time's not a game This time you're sixteen again”P. Shelley / Buzzcocks “You know Bill, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all my years, sometimes you gotta say ‘What the fuck, … Continue reading What goes around comes around