Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Tunage

So is anyone going to Electric Picnic? I am. I can’t wait.

It’s not for everyone I know. Three days living in a tent, sleeping on the ground. Exposed to the elements. Wind and rain a constant threat.

Mud so thick that you can’t even lift your funky wellies with the pictures of dolly mixtures out of it

Then there is the issue hygiene. You are basically living in a field with thousands of strange people. The queues for the showers are least an hour wait, so most people don’t bother. And I won’t even start on the dubious bathrooms.

So I can appreciate the reluctance of some people to give up their luxuries for a weekend and slum it in the middle of the Irish countryside but have you considered all the things you’re missing out. The camaraderie with 33,500 people who are all there for a good time. The experience of sitting in the middle of a forest at 4a.m chatting to some guy you’ve never met before about how his hand is made of chocolate cake.

There is comedy, movies, spoken word. You can see some stuff ‘ as gailge’ and I think this year there is a cookery stage. What more could you ask for. Oh I almost forgot. The Music.

Really that’s why everyone is there. The Music. And who can blame them. Music is a great unifier. People from all walks of life sharing a musical moment are truly a beautiful thing. Music has the power to inspire. It is emotive and provocative. All the best music should make you feel….something.

There is a scene in Father Ted where Ted manages to turn the life of young Father Kevin (played by Tommy Tiernan) with the power of music. Kevin goes from experiencing ’ the dark night of the soul’ to a new found happiness with the help of one of the all time Funk classics.

That is the thing that makes me most appreciative of music. The ability to change ones demeanour and outlook on life with the power of a simple three minute pop song. The way you can go from fed up, stressed and hung-over, to dancing around the room with just the first couple of bars of a tune. It doesn’t matter what type of song it is really.

I was going through my computer to see what music I have that is guaranteed to make me feel good. I wanted to come up with a play list I could share with you. Initially I had a collection of one hundred, put a smile on my face songs. Far too many for the purposes of this blog.

So I set about reducing that number to something more manageable. I tried to come up with more specific criteria for my mix.

The first thing I did was get rid of songs that made me smile just because of the name. I’m a grown up, I should have good reasons for liking a song. Out went Sexy Coffee Pot by Tony Alvoin and the Belairs. That was shortly followed by Chef’s Chocolate Salty Balls. What can I say…I’m a grown up but I never said I was mature.

Next went the songs that I might be embarrassed for my friends and readers to know about. Songs I know I shouldn’t like but I’ll be darned if I can’t help bobbing my head and singing along when they are played. Goodbye Take That- Shine, Gwen Stefani- Hollaback Girl and Avril Lavigne- Complicated (I just really like singing along to that song for some reason.)

Then it was a case of wading through, arguing, and counter arguing. Justifying why each song was there and why each one deserved to be in the top 20. In the end I came up with a list some thing like this.

Ob La Di Ob La Da- The Beatles I know what your thinking. Of all the great songs The Fab Four produced why go with the Sesame Street one? Firstly you have to remember its songs that make me happy not songs that I necessarily think are the best. I could write a whole other piece on The Saddest or Angriest Songs, but I’m doing joy this week.

Secondly, when I was in primary school, one of the songs we learned was ‘When I’m 64’ by The Beatles. After that I was really taken with their songs that told a little story. Lennon and McCartney have always been able to capture little slices of life usually with great humour. This one is one of my favourites.

One Day Like This- Elbow. This is a fantastic anthem. Something to get you out of your seat, throwing your arms in air, embracing the day and shouting ‘Come on world.’ It’s inspiring and stirring. Just a really good song.

I also like the fact that Elbow have finally started to get the recognition they deserve after years of plugging away as a some what of a cult band. In a time when manufactured pop tripe is more rampant and overgrown than ever, it’s good to see real musicians getting their due.

Ooh La La- Goldfrapp. Silly words with a catchy tune. Sometimes that’s all you need. Impossible not to sing along with or dance to.

Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick- Ian Dury and the Blockheads. This reminds me of my dad. I remember him singing this when I was younger and thinking it was fantastic. I don’t give my Dad a lot of props on this blog. So this is a dedication to Brendan.

Valerie- Mark Ronson feat. Amy Winehouse. I really like Amy Winehouse. She is a disaster obviously but she has a fantastic voice and her songs have real soul to them. This is not one of her songs. It is a great sing along tune though and it reminds me of a really fun Mark Ronson gig I went to with one of my favourite people in the world.

Let’s Get it On- Marvin Gaye. I would never intentionally put this song on in an effort to woo or seduce a woman. I do however have a tendency to play all my music on random. Which has once or twice in the past led to this Motown classic coming on at an inappropriate moment?

It’s hard to take anything seriously with this playing in the background. Its either so cheesy its sexy or so sexy its cheesy And while I should be mortified by the idea of my lady friend laughing out loud just as I’m to ‘make my move,’ so to speak, it is a memory I hold dear. She knows who she is.

July- Mundy. This song also has leads to strong memories of a lady from my past. No story, I just though it had to go in here.

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover- Paul Simon. This song about a man who just can’t stump up the courage to leave a flailing relationship always makes me smile. Despite his millions and millions of albums sold, sell out concerts worldwide and longevity of career which has to be at least 50 years now, I just don’t think Paul Simon gets all the credit he deserves.

Hey yea! - Outkast. I love Outkast. If I was so inclined I would suggest they mix Dope Rhymes with Phat Beats. Thankfully I’m that way inclined. I will however say there infectious rap-RnB-pop sensibilities do make me want to ‘shake it like a Polaroid picture’ as they suggested in this, their Magnus Opus.

Peaches- The Presidents of the United States of America. The year is 1997. In a damp, dark house on Yellow Road, Co Waterford, three students survive on what can only be described as a ‘pot luck’ diet and a love of IndiePop and Rock music. Peaches represents a time when I was really getting into music. It’s fast, loud, hectic and funny. It sparks fond memories of good times spent with great friends. For the same reasons I’m also selecting- Hobo Humping Slobo Babe- Whale. I loved that video, girl with braces…weirdly sexy.

Ebeneezer Goode- The Shamen. This song with the subliminal message was released when I was secondary school. Everyone in my class thought it was clever and funny because essentially it was promoting ecstasy and it got to Number one in the charts. I’ve never taken ecstasy but I can appreciate a subversive little ditty.

I also remember singing it in the van driven by one of the Christian Brothers on the way back from a football match. And finally the clincher, the video starred Jerry Sadowitz who was the most controversial comedian of the time and someone who I thought was pretty cool.

Darling Nikki- Prince. I had to have a Prince song obviously. It was hard to settle on just one. I think I went for Darling Nikki because I can remember tittering the first time I heard it. Prince at his overtly sexual best.

Common People- Pulp. I think Jarvis Cocker is brilliant. He’s cool, funny, and urbane. If I ever have a dog I’m going to call him Jarvis. I probably wouldn’t call him Damon because Damon Albarn is a bit of a tosser. That doesn’t stop me including Parklife- Blur in the list though.

Back when it was important I was more Oasis than Blur. As time has shown, I got that one wrong. Parklife and Common People are two of the biggest songs from the ‘Britpop’ era. They both, for me anyway, have stood the test time as witty little pop songs, with funny imaginative videos and a certain feelgood 'Je ne sais quoi'.

The Rest of the list I have decided to hand over to Stevie Wonder. Believe me when I tell you, nothing is ever bad when your listening to Stevie.

I could have tried to choose one song of his. I could have picked ‘As’ ahead of ‘Living for the City’ or ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ before Master Blaster(Jammin.) I could have even picked ‘Sir Duke’ before ‘Superstition’ but then what about ‘I Believe When I Fall in Love’ or ‘I wish’ or….you get the idea.

I have endured the most horrendous days in work, hung-over to hell, tired, smelly and cranky. I was able to get through it all with the help of Mr Wonder. Plug in your earphones, close your eyes and shut out the world.

Don’t you worry about a thing because with Stevie to look after you, everything is going to be alright. Uptight. Out of sight even. So there you go. A list of songs that make me happy.

If you want to see the whole list of 100 you can find them here. Just don’t ask me to justify some of them. Maybe you’ll do your own list. It’s only fair. I’ve shown you mine…now show me yours.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

List

  1. Lets Stay Together- Al Green
  2. Put it in a Lovesong- Alicia Keys feat. Beyonce
  3. I Can’t Stand the Rain- Ann Peeples
  4. Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor- Artic Monkeys
  5. Think- Aretha Franklin
  6. Rock Steady- Aretha Franklin
  7. People Everyday- Arrested Development
  8. Kung Fu- Ash
  9. Oh Yea - Ash
  10. Frontier Psychatrist- Avalanches
  11. Pick Up The Pieces- Average White Band
  12. Complicated- Avril Lavigne
  13. Romeo- Basement Jaxx
  14. Ob La Di Ob La Da- The Beatles
  15. I am the Walrus- The Beatles
  16. Lovely Day- Bill Withers
  17. Harlem- Bill Withers
  18. Across 110th St- Bobby Womack
  19. Folk Singer- Brendan Benson
  20. Tiny Spark- Brendan Benson
  21. You Never Can Tell Chuck Berry
  22. Move On Up- Curtis Mayfield
  23. Superfly- Curtis Mayfield
  24. 3 is the Magic Number- De La Soul
  25. Frog Princess- Divine Comedy
  26. One Day Like This- Elbow
  27. Come Back Around- Feeder
  28. Do You Realise- Flaming Lips
  29. Learn To Fly- Foo Fighters
  30. Lady Day and John Coltrane- Gil Scot Heron
  31. Ooh La La- Goldfrapp
  32. Hollaback Girl- Gwen Stefani
  33. Ace Of Spades- Hayseed Dixie
  34. Over and Over- Hot Chip
  35. Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick- Ian Dury and the Block Heads
  36. Its Your Thing- The Isley Brothers
  37. Getup Offa That Thang- James Brown
  38. I Got You ( I feel Good)- James Brown
  39. Pressure Drop- Toots and the Maytals
  40. You’re Right Ray Charles- Joe Tex
  41. Boy Named Sue- Johnny Cash
  42. Not Big- Lily Allen
  43. It’s Not Fair- Lily Allen
  44. Valerie- Mark Ronson feat. Amy Winehouse
  45. Let’s Get It On- Marvin Gaye
  46. Down Under- Men at Work
  47. Blame it On the Boogie- Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5
  48. Lovin You- Minnie Ripperton
  49. July- Mundy
  50. Candy Girl- New Edition
  51. Get Wild- New Power Generation
  52. So Fresh So Clean- OutKast
  53. Hey Yea- OutKast
  54. 50 Ways to Leave your Lover- Paul Simon
  55. Peaches- Presidents of the United States of America
  56. Lump- Presidents of the United States of America
  57. Common People- Pulp
  58. Sorted for E’s and Whizz- Pulp
  59. Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen
  60. Love Rollercoaster- Red Hot Chili Peppers
  61. Ebenezer Goode- The Shamen
  62. Thank You (Fallettin me Be Mice Elf)- Sly and the Family Stone
  63. Girlfriend In A Coma- The Smiths
  64. Hold Me Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me- U2
  65. Anything by Stevie Wonder
  66. Rappers Delight- Sugarhill Gang
  67. Alright- Supergrass
  68. Caught by the Fuzz- Supergrass
  69. Shine- Take That
  70. Sweet Disposition- Temper Trap
  71. Papa Was a Rolling Stone- The Temptations
  72. Tribute- Tenacious D
  73. Istanbul (Not Constantinople) They Might Be Giants
  74. Chocolate Salty Balls- Chef
  75. Shaft- Isacc Hayes
  76. Higher and Higher (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Jackie Wilson
  77. Respect Yourself- The Staples Singers
  78. Build Me Up Buttercup- The Foundations
  79. Don’t Worry, Be Happy- Bobby McFerrin
  80. Thinkin About Your Body- Bobby McFerrin
  81. Unbelievable- EMF
  82. Soft- Lemon Jelly
  83. All The Ducks- Lemon Jelly
  84. Pata Pata- Miriam Makemba
  85. Jungle Boogie- Kool and the Gang
  86. Sexy Coffee Pot- Tony Alvoin & The Belairs
  87. Mariella- Kate Nash
  88. Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe- Whale
  89. Foundations- Kate Nash
  90. Rollin- Limp Bizkit
  91. Pumpin On Your Stereo- Supergrass
  92. About You Now- Sugababes
  93. Darling Nikki- Prince
  94. Partyman- Prince
  95. Beautiful Night- Prince
  96. I Heard it Through The Grapevine- Marvin Gaye
  97. Iko Iko- Dr. John
  98. When I’m 64- The Beatles
  99. Parklife- Blur
  100. Rawhide- The Blues Brothers




Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Nightmare

So I’ve learned an important lesson today. I should not drink coffee after 9pm.



I’ve been awake best part of 22 hours now and am showing no signs of getting to sleep anytime soon. So instead of lying in my bed tossing and turning I’ve decided to climb aboard my trusty laptop and do the latest instalment of what by now must surely be your favourite randomly updated collection of thoughts from a semi employed halfwit with an unwarranted superiority complex.


Don’t worry; however, this won’t be a random stream of conscience written by a sleep deprived madman. I’m all for challenging the accepted norm and pushing my perception of reality and the norm. That doesn’t mean I’ll be sitting here typing until something resembling a thought appears. I’ve read ‘On the Road’ and frankly, Kerouac is a load of nonsense. The reason that guy took so many drugs was to convince himself that what he was producing was literature of any quality.

No what I want to talk about is the thing that I am dearly missing as I sit here at 7:40 am. Sleep.

Who here doesn’t like sleep? It really is the most fun you can have with your eyes closed. I believe it was Jon Bon Jovi who said “Gonna live while I’m alive, Sleep when I’m dead.” You always were a twat Mr. Jovi.

I can appreciate that the world is a wonderful place and that there is so much to do and experience, that lying in bed unaware of everything going on can seem like a waste to some. I just happen to think that there is a lot to be said for resting your body, shutting it down, closing your eyes and recharging your batteries so that when you do go to face the big bad world, you are fighting fit.

I suppose everyone’s take on nightly slumber is different. I can only speak for myself. I usually do. With that in mind here are some things I’d like to share about my sleeping habits.

I sleep naked 99% of the time.

I can’t abide having anything restrict me while I sleep. The idea of wearing a shirt which will wrap around my body as I turn in the night and attempt to restrict the oxygen coming into my lungs is counter active to the concept of a restful nights sleep. The same has to be said for underwear…but not about oxygen obviously. It’s nice to just let everything go free and unhindered.

Of course, social decorum requires that occasionally, being as the day I was born is not appropriate. I do own a couple of pairs of pyjama bottoms (bottoms only) for when etiquette dictates. If I am staying as a guest in a friends house or hotel, if I need to be kept overnight in hospital or if I ever need to answer the door.

I snore. Loud.


This is something anyone who has had the misfortune (or opportunity of a lifetime, eh ladies,) to share a room with me. I remember once sharing a room with an Uncle on family trip away. He snored so loud that the whole room shook. I have been told I am at least as bad as him.

There have been occasions where I have woken myself up such has been the voracity of my nocturnal rumblings. It can be particularly embarrassing if I fall asleep on bus or train. I wake up with a real sense of paranoia.

I have tried various methods and potions to ease this affliction. Sprays, rubs, nasal strips. All to no avail. I’ve been told stitching a tennis ball into pyjamas would help as it would stop me lying on my back. But I’ve already discussed my problem with nightwear.

I spoke to my doctor once about my problem and she suggested that I may need my adenoids removed. Frankly, electing for surgery for something that (mostly) isn’t causing me to lose any sleep seems a bit extreme.

I prefer to sleep alone.

This might be deemed a little controversial. I hate sharing a bed. Having someone else there, in my space when I am trying to relax is just an exercise in futility. I just can’t switch off.

Firstly if I can go back to my previous point about snoring. I’m so worried that if I start snoring then my companion won’t get any rest. I lie awake frozen, petrified that my nasal earthquakes will be so shuddering that no woman would ever risk their hearing by spending another night with me.

There is also the possibility that she snores. I can’t be expected to just lie there while she rides the noisy train to the land of nod.

Secondly, there is always the temptation of sex. If there is a lady in my bed and (as I’ve already explained) I’m au natural well then I am constantly going to be aware that I could be called into action at any time. I’ve got to be ready. I’ve got to be on my ‘A’ game. Especially if I need to make her forget about my snoring.

I imagine its how Fernando Torres felt at the World Cup Final. He couldn’t relax on the bench because he knew he could be called into action at anytime and he really had a lot to prove after a disappointing tournament.

Finally I just like to roll around in my bed. I’m not one of these people who have a ‘side’ of the bed. I sleep diagonally mostly. It takes a while for me to get comfortable. Usually the most comfortable part of the bed is the exact same point where my friends back or legs are…it’s just awkward.

Don’t get me wrong. I understand the rules. I’m not just some “Hit it and Quit it” kind of guy (I love that phrase.) A gentleman would never skulk off in the night after enjoying a ladies ‘company’ so it is something I endure.

I’ve been lucky over the years that I have met a few ladies who where understanding of my sleep problems and made me feel at ease that I could lie comfortably beside them and get some rest. After cuddling of course. How anyone can sleep whilst cuddling is just beyond me.

I have some strange dreams.

I have all the usual subconscious manifestations that you would expect from someone with such furtive imagination. I’ve dreamt I’ve been falling, losing my teeth, naked in public, back in school. All your basic Freudian latent imagery.

Then there are the other ones. I have had some dreams which really require some deep analysis. I’m not really sure where to begin with these. I had them both more than five years ago but they where so vivid that they stay fresh in my memory. Please don’t judge me

The first one I was a member of Boyzone (don’t judge I said.) We had just won an award for our latest song and we decided to have a celebration on the roof of my apartment building. We ran out of booze and headed to the local Spar to pick up the staple of any ‘Rock n Roll’ party, Budweiser and Jack Daniels.

Unfortunately we didn’t have any cash and the Spar wouldn’t accept our Super Platinum credit card. So, me, Ronan, Keith and the other boyz decided to steal the stuff. Of course we were picked up by the police and went to court. In front of the judge we were sentenced to work off our crime in an abattoir. The dream ended with me and my talent less friends in white overcoats up to our knees in pig’s blood.

The second one was kind of similar. I was in love with a Colombian drug lord’s daughter and the only way he would approve our union was if I completed some tasks. One of which was to rob a bank with the Jackson 5.

I believe the expression on the internet is WTF!!!!

I’ve also been able to do some lucid dreaming where I realise I am dreaming and take control. This usually involves me fulfilling some kind of fantasy such as finding a lot of money, meeting a beautiful woman or going to an exotic location.

I love dreaming. It takes you out of reality and transports you to the places your mind want you to be. Dreaming alone is reason enough to love sleeping. Anyone who says otherwise needs to wake up.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Satellite




“Let me take you on a journey. A journey into German Opera”

The above statement was contained in a text message I received recently. Apropos of nothing, that would be quite a vague sentence for anyone to take the time to type. However, it been preceded by a rant about the banalities of the current crop of BBC presenters and their insistence on using clichés when segueing into the next link, gave it some credence

It had come from a friend who had just heard that very sentence used on T.V. Angered and appalled by such tired presenting she felt the need to text me and vent her frustration (She also text me when McDreamy was shot…whatever that means.) I agreed with her that is was ridiculous and trite and we concurred that he should be taken out and beaten about the face with potted plants. It was an enjoyable conversation. She told me I could use it in my blog.

Now there a couple of reasons why I wouldn’t do this (oh the irony.) The first reason is that “Let me take you on a journey” is used at the start of The Mighty Boosh. A wacky comedy show that the ‘kids’ love. I enjoyed its off the cuff irreverence at first. The more I watched and the more I heard the ‘kids’ saying how genius it was the more I questioned it. Its really not as clever or as funny as it thinks it is.


One word that is constantly bandied about when describing it original. Its no more original than I am. Its style and humour can directly be traced back through the likes of Vic and Bob, The Goodies, Monty Python and The Goons. I’m not saying its terrible but they didn’t invent comedy as some internet boards would have you believe. In fairness my problem is probably more with their fans than their comedy.

The second reason I wouldn’t be using it in my blog, is because it wasn’t my idea. If it had come to me naturally after the conversation well then I would have used it. A clever little dissection of the decline in quality televisual reportage. However because she suggested it, it would be a little cheeky of me to take her idea and claim it as my own.

It did however make a nice change to have someone suggest that I could use something I shared with them on here. People have become a little paranoid about meeting me. Many conversations and encounters are suffixed with, “don’t talk about this on your blog.”

I find this a little offensive to be honest. Over the years people have trusted me enough to share secrets with me. A vast range of confidentialities have been entrusted to me. I have never once felt the need to share. And some of them would make great stories. Who wouldn’t want to hear about the girl who cries out “Oh thank you, Easter Bunny” at the height of passion (you know who you are.) But I have never betrayed her trust.

Also what they fail to understand , is that its not about them. Even if they are featured in one of my pieces, its not about them. Its about me. I know that sounds a little egotistical but hear me out. Even if someone is involved in one of my little tales, its not them I am talking about. Its an imaginary version of them that I have created to fit my mood. Doesn’t everyone do that?

I guess its like that part in High Fidelity (the book, not the movie) where Rob is talking about how he is the star in the movie of his own life, but when it comes down to it he’s probably only an extra in a crowd scene in someone else’s movie. For someone else’s movie, I’m probably left on the editing room floor. But here on Insert Witty Pop Culture Reference Here, I’m the character, subtext, romantic subplot, comedy relief and gratuitous nude scene. But none of that would make any sense without my supporting cast. (That’s a compliment I swear.)

So in the context of the movie of my life, I’ve decided to cast it with the crop of Hollywood's finest. Of course I can’t cast everyone who has ever featured in my life so some of the characters are a composite of more than one person from reality.

Of course to play me I would love to cast John Cusack. He’s smart, funny, has a good track record of playing men struggling to reach maturity. However I don’t think people would buy him as me. Instead I am going to cast him as a cross between a spirit guide and my conscience. He will play the part Adeela, my therapist (who by the way was lady of Pakistani origins, Cusack has got range.)

To play the role of my parents I am going to reunite one of Hollywood's power couples from back in the day. The part of my Dad will be played by Jack Nicholson. Mostly because some of Jack’s facial are very similar to my dads. To the point where I was uncomfortable watching As Good as it Gets. His wife will be played by a woman who has played a lot of Irish mammies lately, Angelica Huston.

My two oldest friends will be played by Ben Affleck and Matt Damon, despite the possibility of Affleck being attacked by lumberjacks. My other friends will include, Kevin Bacon, Jarvis Cocker, The League of Gentlemen, James Galdofini, Dylan Moran and Basil Brush.

The love interests will be played by Reese Witherspoon, Jeanane Garoffolo and Uma Thurman. Oooh I can hear the women I’ve known wondering out who is whom as I type. They are compositions ladies.

I suppose for me we are looking at someone like Jack Black. I do however find his schtick really irritating these days. So instead I considered going to go with the greatest actor of his generation, Philip Seymour Hoffman but when I thought about it, he’s just doesn’t have the requisite sex appeal. Clooney and Pitt are too ‘traditionally’ handsome and Johnny Depp is frankly a terrible actor. So I’m left with no choice but to play myself in my opus.

And off course I’ll find a role for my good friend Glen, who is a professional actor and this week is appearing in J.P. Shanley's ‘Doubt’ in the Teachers Club on Parnell Square West. It is an excellent play and I heartily recommend you go see it if you can.

I’ve even thought about some songs that should be on the soundtrack. It contains music from people like Whale, Paul Simon, Avril Lavigne, Fighting Spiders and Elton John. It would be a must have album for a generation. Like the soundtrack to Pulp Fiction or Trainspotting.

I am aware that this makes me sound incredibly egotistical. However, surely everyone is entitled to be an icon in their own head at least. I’d love to hear who you would pick to play you in the movie of your life.

I guess most people wouldn’t be vain enough to post it on the internet for all to read. Let me have this one thing. Let me be a star. In fairness, in the movie of your life I’ll probably be played by Leo from Fair City.