Fireside Chat
Just a quick plug for my good chums in The Brad Pitt Light Orchestra whose marvellous (and cosy) "Fireside Chat" demo has now been let loose on an unsuspecting world.
Last night's gig in Toner's (Baggot Street, Dublin) was, by all accounts, a roaring success, with copies of the demo flying out the door like hot-cakes stuffed with 5 Million Euro notes (and for a good cause to boot).
No surprise really, for theirs is music to soothe the weary spirit…as fireballs rain from the sky, bailiffs kick in the door, and Deathlords pass final judgement on a benighted planet.
Check out the site for free (yes, free!) downloads…
Over and out.
January 21, 2006
11 responses to Fireside Chat
Gig last night was most impressive.
If Dave is logging on, I’ve relistened to El Corte Ingles and on mature consideration feel it hits the right level of abstraction as it is.
I still can’t afford to shop there, however.
Well, doesn’t that pretty much put the ‘dink’ in ‘co-ink-ee-dink’.
I was just listening to “El Corte Ingles” myself as I sip a glass of wine and prepare for bed (puting on my man-sized babygrow and saying my prayers).
Mighty stuff altogether.
Joe Sacco strip online at guardian books today. It’s a pdf document.
Incredibly, today’s guardian also includes a lenghty and scholarly disputation on McGonagall, laureate of the silvery Tay; a balladeer whose oeuvre this blog has failed to ignore, and with good reason.
I hope you’re not suggesting we compare the stupefyingly strained verse of W. T. McGonagall with the elegant lyrics of (the BPLO’s) David Blake esq?
Speaking of which, I wonder has anyone put McG’s ballads to music..?
Mr. Blake could take a leaf out of McGonagall’s book and really connect with romantic engineering disasters to rocktastic effect.
This is an aside I know but have any of you seen “Trapped in the Closet” By R Kelly? If so, your comments would be most welcome. If no, then do your utmost to see the most bewildering thing to be filmed since Breakdance II – Electric Boogaloo or, indeed, Howard the Duck.
Top tip: watching it with subtitles enhances the experience.
Hmmm, Trapped in the Closet By R Kelly – sounds more like a harrowing court transcript than an artistic endeavourer -there’s no way i’m googling that.
Londoner,
this is a 12 episode cack fest in the guise of an artistic endeavour. R Kelly is the pop world’s George W Bush – a man of grossly limited ability surrounded by sycophantic yes men whose sole intention is to milk the gravy train as long as it stays on track (only in this case it’s lactating UHT).
Mr Kelly presents to us his vision of the future of entertainment which he, somewhat hilariously (but no doubt seriously), calls “Hip Hopera”!
Think “Cop-rock”, then, swiftly, think again.
Just trying to get over the image of a “UHT-lactating gravy train” being driven by Mr. Kelly…or one of his sycophants…
I’m sure the only reason he calls his curious musical fusion “Hip Hopera” is because he (one day) noticed that ‘Opera’ begins with the ‘Op’ that ‘Hip Hop’ ends in (if you see what I mean). What a discovery!
No doubt he thought himself fierce clever at (apparently) being the first person in history to spot this opportunity for lame word games…
“Hip Hopera” is hardly a new term anyway – there was a 2001 “re-working” of Carmen movie made by MTV called “Carmen: A Hip-Hopera”. No marks for originality there then either.