November 11, 2008
Here’s the review of The Tindersticks second album to complete The Tindersticks trilogy. My only complaint with this record being its lack of a title. How big an imagination vacuum does it take to not only fail to title your first record, but also your second? It can’t be a conceptual thing either because their tracks have titles, so I can’t for the life of me think what was going through their minds by not giving the record a name.
As it happens I’m currently reading David Bennun’s memoir of growing up in Kenya, Tick Bite Fever. It’s a light, easy read and I’m enjoying it quite a lot, even if at times Bennun’s memory seems rather heightened. His vivid critiques of the cinema ads he saw at the age of 7 seem rather too well remembered and researched for my liking, but that niggle withstanding, it’s something I’d probably never have discovered if it hadn’t been for this blog. And if I’d never bought the book I’d never have found out he’d co-written a whole lorryload of Jeremy Clarkson material either. This latter fact wasn’t quite such a welcome discovery.
It seems most of the journos featured here have dipped into writing books to a greater or lesser extent as the years have past. Most are, in some way or other, connected to music as you might expect, but there are a few, such as Bennun’s that break this mold.
One name conspicuously absent from the ‘I’ve done a book’ list is Taylor Parkes, which is a shame because he writes powerfully and emotively about his life in his sporadic blog posts. To my mind it seems like he could have given us our own (English and almost certainly much better) version of Prozac Nation.
According to wikipedia Elizabeth Wurtzel is a lawyer now which must be a great relief to her after spending so much time as a one trick pony. I’ve no idea how well Prozac Nation is remembered these days. Is it on the compulsory teen angst reading lists along with all the classics like The Bell Jar etc. Please, if you are ‘young’ then do leave a comment about the book and how well known you think it is or isn’t.
It certainly created quite stir at the time. It tapped into that zeitgeisty ‘depression is the new black’ vibe of the mid-nineties. Personally I was always irritated beyond belief by Prozac Nation purely by the simple fact of what Wurtzel looked like. It bugged me that a very pretty, very clever girl could moan so fucking much about how she hated her life. Now I know that’s kind of the point. Depression isn’t rational etc. but I still felt sorry for all the fat, ugly girls who probably felt just as suicidal, if not more so, but didn’t get a book deal because they weren’t going to make for such an attractive book cover. The publishers and marketing people certainly knew what they were doing when they put that photo of her on the cover. I’m not going to say it explicitly in text but she’s another one to file alongside Myleen Klass.
July 26, 2008
Yo! Yo! Yo! Simon Price in da house y’all. Various album reviews including Coolio’s It Takes A Thief by Simon Price. Taken from Melody Maker, 12th November 1994.jpg
And then Coolio lost all his coolio with Gangster’s Paradise. I think they bonded over hairstyles as alternative forms of sculpture.
Elsewhere David Bennun reviews a Best of Bon Jovi whose video for You Give Love A Bad Name was “…a style bible for a million proto-Butt-Heads and a frightening number of Germans – but then any figure greater than one constitutes a frightening number of Germans” which made me smile again given Obama’s recent Kennedy-like speech in Berlin.
Tried to dig up some info on Jamie T Conway and drew a blank. I did however find this which I subsequently discovered to be a blog belonging to the singer in Gravenhurst, a very fine band that I’d urge you to investigate further if you haven’t heard of their music before.
Finally many thanks to AnyMajorDude who wrote a little review of this site on his excellent blog. Fans of Mick Hucknall should avoid visiting at present but for everyone else there’s much to enjoy.