This is just an overspilling of all the shiny new things I have in
my inbox this week. It's so fabulously up to the minute that there are
songs in here which only landed in my inbox yesterday. There's a
slightly sneaky legend making an appearance as well, in the shape of
Jason Lytle. Jason was the lead singer of Grandaddy, a legendary group
who disbanded back in about, erm, 2006 or so, leading to Jason moving
to a house out in Montana and apparently giving up on the idea of
making a living out of music altogether.
The thing is, music is an art form, and no-one makes a fucking
living out of making art. The only exceptions are deplorable cunts
like Tracey Emin, Damien Hirst and fucking Bono, so please can we
dispel the idea that art is a profession. It's not a job, nor a
career, it's a fucking calling; an obsession. Of course, the good news
for us fans is that, because it's a calling rather than a job, Mr.
Lytle was never likely to stay away forever. If you care about
something it's almost impossible to stop yourself doing it. Believe
me, I know - I feel the same way about masturbation (sorry, not that
Oooh, by the way, I was very macho this evening. I got home and I
opened the gate to find some random chump sitting on our steps drinking
beer. So I bellowed with rage, grabbed him by the lapels and flung him
out into the street, shouting angry man things like 'get the fuck out
of my fucking house you cunt or I'll fucking batter you fucking
senseless' and other well known aristotelian arguments. Unfortunately,
as is often the case with fighting, one proved vastly less capable than
the other, and he apologised and asked for the rest of his beer back
and acknowledged that was in the wrong. Christ that made me feel like
a prick and a bully. So I ended up pointing out that my wife was small
and that if she came home and found someone sitting on our steps
drinking beer she's have been scared, and that I was sorry for being so
violent and please just bugger off etc etc. He agreed and apologised
and basically took all the fun out of being an alpha male, the
bastard. Christ, I might have to wait ten years to be that macho
again, why did he have to ruin it for me?
01. Orouni - A Greased & Golden Palm (05.47)
02. The Gillyflowers - Country Boy (09.25)
03. Trips & Falls - And in Real Life He Wears Corduroy Pants (16.45)
04. Ragged Claws - On the Death of an Emperor (25.00)
05. Findo Gask - Wrapped in Plastic (Live) (32.00)
06. Enfant Bastard - Landscape Painting is Easy (36.23)
07. Scuff - Sailing Three Sheets to the Wind (40.56)
08. Jason Lytle - Birds Encouraged Him (Live at Maps) (47.34)
09. Auld Lang Syne - Where My Fortune Lies (51.01)
10. Scott Pinkmountain & the Golden Bolts of Tone (58.24)