Whatever happened to…
Parka. I stumbled across this band’s debut album in early 2009 and have loved it ever since. Apparently they hail from Prestwick (or at least one of them does) and despite numerous forays onto the web, I can find no update on their status. It would appear that they have disappeared. Shame when they turn out fabulous choons like this. Dance if you wanna, dance if you gotta.
Sons and Daughters. Or more precisely the new album they promised us last autumn. It’s had the gestation of an elephant. If you’re out there please hurry up and deliver! In the meantime, we’ll just have to make do with this ode to everyone’s favourite man in black.
Josh Schroeder and Meredith Adelaide. Doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue but no matter. This duo are making some great sounds and I’d like to share one with you, if I could only decide which. Ach what the heck, just go to their website and stream the lot.
I knew you were a bad boy… I read it in your eyes, I even read it in your lies…. Yes, I knew it from the start.
And the moral of the story is? Always listen to your mama. Oh, and play it loud.
The essence of Burns the poet and lyricist is his ability to write of his time, in his time, yet also transcend time. Some of his poems are breathtakingly fresh and modern in their subject choice or concept or approach. Like this one, the Rights of Woman. Robert Burns at the forefront of the feminist movement. No kidding.
While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings ; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
First, in the sexes’ intermix’d connexion, One sacred Right of Woman is Protection: The tender flower that lifts its head elate, Helpless must fall before the blasts of fate, Sunk on the earth, defac’d its lovely form, Unless your shelter ward th’ impending storm.
(There are two more verses and you can read them here).
… something blue