Saturday 21 September 2024

Incidentally (Part One)

 

If you are a fellow aficionado of cheap and cheerful Northern Soul compilations you will know one of the downsides is that certain tracks crop up again and again, which is often a price worth paying to get unexpected or lost gems. One of the repeat offenders is Laura Greene’s ‘Music, Moonlight and You’, which is fine by me as I am incredibly fond of the spoken introduction, where Laura asks: “Oh, by the way, did you bring your guitar?” It is so gloriously incongruous: just that one mention of a guitar. And, being built that way, one day when Laura’s song was on my mind, I got to thinking about other compositions where guitars are mentioned incidentally. I was surprised that, of the ones that sprang to mind, a lot of them were by favourite artists. I really am not quite sure what that proves.

Sunday 25 August 2024

Lookin' For ... A Coda

 

You know that thing where your memory starts playing tricks on you? Yeah? Well, recently I was playing a  2CD compilation, Northern Soul Underground. It’s a great set, with the focus on the early ‘soul’ years, and I love the fact that the cover proclaims that the ’50 Soulful Rarities’ include The Profiles, Squires, Drapers and Laddins. I bet that got people rushing to the shops. Anyway, the second CD starts with The Valentinos’ 1962 SAR single, ‘Lookin’ for a Love’. For some reason I have been thinking a lot about that track . I knew Barry Gifford had mentioned it more than once in his books, but I couldn’t recall where I first came across him doing so. So I decided to cheat, as you do. There are plenty of mentions of Barry and ‘Lookin’ for a Love’ out there, but they nearly all bring us back to … well, here, sort of, in a tangential sense, which is nice but not helpful.

Sunday 21 July 2024

Looking At ...

 


At this time of year some of us are haunted by the memory of a man speaking about it being funny how you remember summers by the records. And so, habitually and perhaps subconsciously, we start to identify the records that will potentially stand out over time, right? I know I do. And the early favourites this time around have been very much Lau-Ro’s Cabana and Jessica Pratt’s Here in the Pitch: two exquisitely beautiful and refreshingly brief records that somehow dovetail perfectly.

Monday 24 June 2024

Looking Into ...

 



For a long, long time now I have considered that Patrice Holloway as a singer was something special. There are far too few recordings of Patrice in existence, and that is such a sad thing. They are much loved, certainly, but scarce. As for footage? Well, elusive is not the word. So, if you were me, how would you feel if YouTube in its infinite wisdom unexpectedly suggests watching “unseen footage” from January 1972 of Patrice on Soul Train? The holy grail will be delivered unto you by algorithms. Right! And sure enough, there she was, grinning like mad, amid the show’s dancers, singing her wonderful ‘That’s The Chance You Gotta Take’, a glorious piece of bubblegum soul rather like Honey Cone were doing at the time. Too good to be true? Yup. But it’s there. All three seconds of it. Three totally mind-blowingly wonderful seconds, but nevertheless still only three seconds. Surely there is more? There must be. Please!

Friday 24 May 2024

Looking Back ...

 


Looking for something specific, finding something else entirely unexpected, and getting totally distracted, absorbed, and not caring anyway. It happens all too often. Usually it’s no bad thing. Sometimes it even seems more than a coincidence. As if it is meant to be. This time it was a cheap and cheerful 3CD The Songs of Carole King set that turned up, which was odd as, of late, I had been haunted by that beautiful, almost ancient, song ‘Goin’ Back’, thinking about the past, wondering about the Dusty version and The Byrds’ one, curious about the spell they weave still, but not quite thinking of them in the sense of that old Robert Forster song where he’s musing about who sings better in the dark, Townes Van Zandt or Guy Clark. No, no, not that, just really thanking God, or whatever heavenly thing is out there, that we have those recordings by Dusty and by The Byrds to pull us through.

Friday 26 April 2024

Looking For ...

 

You know that line Bob sings in ‘Ballad of a Thin Man’?  “You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books. You’re very well read, it’s well-known.” That one. Well, there was a time I thought I could keep up with Mr Jones, but when Michael Head released his rightly much-loved Dear Scott and mentioned that the title indirectly came from reading Fitzgerald’s Pat Hobby stories, I thought: “Funny, I haven’t read those”.

In the Autumn 2023 edition of Detail, “the magazine for modernists”, Rob Massey makes a convincing case for F. Scott Fitzgerald being the greatest mod writer ever. It was partly this piece that reignited my interest in Fitzgerald. I recall reading Fitzgerald a lot as a young man. Perhaps in error I partly put this down to Edwyn Collins in the Postcard era citing an affection for his books. I could be wrong, but it seems to fit when you think of all those old eccentric and romantic Orange Juice songs, and perhaps it was Edwyn wanting to offset labelmates Josef K with their demob suits and their Kafka, Camus, Sartre, and all that: those Penguin Modern Classics paperbacks peeking out of their overcoat pockets.

Monday 31 October 2022

Out of the Darkness (Part Five)

 

One of the saving graces in this new dark age is an eternal awareness that whatever happens there is still so much inspiration to discover in our world of music and books. Sometimes the fun is in the hunting. Sometimes we simply do not even realise what’s right under our noses. I need to plead guilty to the latter, with an old CD from 1991 called Chico Em Cy which is quite simply the brilliant Brazilian close harmony vocal group Quarteto Em Cy singing selections from the Chico Buarque songbook. And it is ridiculously beautiful. At times, yes, there is magic to be found in the pending pile, among all those records and books we haven’t quite got round to yet.