The Saturday Shuffle – Week 10

Well, stone me if it isn’t Saturday again already! Since the last post, I’ve turned 37, and today is my first wedding anniversary. And now on with the shuffling…

  1. Driftwood – Travis. One of their singles from the successful second album, ‘The Man Who’. If I’m honest, I preferred the first album…
  2. I Went To The Store One Day – Father John Misty. If you know me, you’ll know that I’ve been raving about this guy since last year. Josh Tillman’s post-Fleet Foxes alter-ego, Father John Misty has soul, style and panache. Plus he writes some pretty awesome tunes. This is the album closer of ‘I Love You Honey Bear’ and it’s melancholic and beautiful.
  3. Familiar Love – William Shatner. You’re probably thinking ‘What the fuck?!’ But bear with me, even though it’s spoken word, it’s done brilliantly. His delivery suits the song, and it’s like he’s regaling you with stories from his life, albeit to a backing track.
  4. Empire – Kasabian. The title track and single from the second album. It’s a foot stomping, sing-along anthem type song. Probably still one of their best songs to-date.
  5. Jump Into The Fire – Harry Nillson. Another foot-stomping, head-nodding beast of a tune to finish. Brought to my attention thanks to the iconic ‘Goodfellas’, this featured in the film – if you’ve seen it, it’s the section of the film “Sunday May 11th” – Henry Hill’s manic day that starts with a line of coke and finishes in police custody.

There’s your five for today. A pretty eclectic collection if you ask me! Until next time…

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Albums You Should Own – Part 13

It’s been a while since I visited this ‘Albums You Should Own’ series, and that’s because I’ve been busy with other stuff like depression and what have you. Also, there hasn’t really been an album I deem worthy of the title. Until now. On April 7th 2017 the most anticipated record of the year, maybe even my life was released after months of teasing and occasional track releases…

Pure Comedy – Father John Misty

Where to start?! The title track, ‘Pure Comedy’ begins the journey of life almost, with the Pure Comedyopening lines addressing the absurdity of children being born incomplete as it were, and having to rely on your parents and society to school you in life. The only problem is, humanity doesn’t really have a clue. They’re busy ‘finding goons they elected to rule them’ and ‘building fortunes poisoning their offspring’.

From here, the album follows the concept that humanity has turned to ‘Entertainment’ as an escape from the world, but somewhere along the line, we’ve confused this entertainment for reality and this is a really bad state of affairs. But it’s all done with lush arrangements, beautiful melodies and on-point lyrics. As with all his material, Father John Misty has the ability to get his message across in a way you can’t help but love.

The entire album is a dream, but if I had to pick out a few tracks for particular praise, then I would have to say ‘Total Entertainment Forever’ for it’s upbeat feel and instant catchiness; ‘Ballad of the Dying Man’ because I’ve loved it since I first heard it sometime in January or February; and ‘Leaving L.A.’ which is a thirteen minute marathon of reflection on his life and career, which he handles with remarkable style and a little bit of humour too – “I’m beginning to begin to see the end, Of how it all goes down between me and them, Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe, Plays as they all jump ship, “I used to like this guy, This new shit really kinda makes me wanna die.”

One thing’s for certain, I don’t see myself ‘jumping ship’ anytime soon while he is producing heavenly bodies of work such as this.

Song Title Short Story #5

The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment – Father John Misty

I’ve always been drawn to strong, confident women. A woman who can put me in my place, and have me begging for more always gets my attention. It’s a challenge, if you like – let’s see if I can tame her. And that’s how I saw Meg. She was bolshy, demanding and always had to be right. I was in awe the moment I saw her holding court in the bar with her friends. She was the centre of attention, the leader of the pack. Everyone around her hung on every word she spouted from her vibrant red lips. She waved her wine glass around like a conductors baton.

As I sat at the bar and eavesdropped, it became clear that she was full of shit, and full of her own self-importance. I cringed at every utterance, her speech littered with malapropisms that nobody dared to pick her up on. But she was so damned gorgeous, even I could let it pass. About three bourbons later, I plucked up the courage to accost her as she waited at the bar. I must have turned on the charm, because at the end of the night, we were back at her apartment, her friends in tow, extending the fun.

As the rest of the group lay about drunkenly talking, Meg took me into her room. We stood by the bed, and I fumbled at her blouse, the buttons feeling miniscule between my confused fingers and thumbs. I persevered, because I knew I wouldn’t get another chance, and finally we were naked. I remembered I had a little wrap of Speed, and offered Meg some. She grinned and we both indulged before a frantic bout of sex ensued.

I woke to find myself alone, and the sun starting to rise. The apartment was silent, so I tiptoed to the bathroom, only to find Meg in the bath with one of the guys who had been in her group. I tried to back out graciously, but was called back. They were both relaxed, and Meg told me to sit on the edge of the bath. I sat awkwardly as Meg and her friend talked nonsense, before breaking into song. Singing ‘Silent Night’ in the height of summer felt bizarre, but I was joining in by the end to create a perfect three part harmony. Then the bullshit kicked in, as Meg tried to convince us she was as good as the Jazz singer, Sarah Vaughan. I rolled my eyes and left them to it.

Soon, it was mid-morning. Meg’s friends had left, and there was just me and her alone together. I was ready for leaving, but she asked me to stay a while longer. Before I knew it, we were naked again and she was whispering in my ear that she got turned on when a man put his hands around her throat. I obliged, and felt the urge to tighten my grip.

Albums You Should Own – Part 12

Music is a funny old thing, you know. While the so-called mainstream is full of absolute shite peddled by evil Mr Cowell and his insipid, characterless drones of music destruction, true musical genius is sometimes taking place in the background. In the shady corners of BBC 6 music, or Youtube, artists and musicians are flourishing based on their ability to perform and write music, rather than whether they look the part, or can do the stupid vocal gymnastics and arm waving. One day, Mr Moore and I were talking about the Fleet Foxes, and how it was time they got back to releasing albums. From there we somehow stumbled across Father John Misty. And how lucky we did! This album in particular has been on constantly in our house – in the morning, in the car, and before bed.

I Love You, Honeybear by Father John Misty

This album is describable in two words: Fucking Amazing. There are lush melodies, love father_john_misty_i_love_you_honeybearsongs, and sharp-as-knives lyrics all intertwined in his own seemingly unique way. Father John Misty is actually Josh Tillman, formerly of the Fleet Foxes, and the man has attitude in spades. Possibly misunderstood (go and listen to his interview with Radcliffe & Maconie for evidence), his personality oozes out of his songs.

The title track, ‘I Love You, Honeybear’ sounds like a delightful premise for a schmaltzy love song, but listen to the lyrics, and what you’ve got is something slightly twisted. Not many love songs contain the lines “You’re bent over the altar, And the neighbors are complaining, That the misanthropes next door, Are probably conceiving a Damian”.

I could easily go through the whole album, so smitten am I with it, but I feel that you would be better just getting yourself a copy, load up on wine or beer or whatever your poison is, and put it on loud with the lights down low. And then, when you’ve listened for the fifth time, and worked out how absolutely brilliant the lyrics are, you can drop me a message to thank me.