Friday, 18 July 2014

tomorrow people


chaos reigns right here as the record rummaging for some new old things to play tomorrow gets into it's small afternoon livener phase... it's not pretty... to cheer us along and properly set the mood for saturday's summer 99p soul special here's four treats from the rob ryan box of astoundingness... do pop along if you're that way...

jackie jason - please mr sun

joey irving - don't throw your love away

little melvin & the boleros - jealous lover

soul commanders - a castle for you and me

x

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

business today


there are some right rotters selling records out there proper stinkers foul fiends but this email from the lovely people in america i bought a £4 copy of ocie smith's everybody but me off of more than makes up for all those disappointments and dodgy deals done bad... thankyou glenda 1870...

"Your record was shipped today 1st class international mail. We have refunded you completely for this record as we found a problem. We initially thought it was lint but upon a wipe-down found that it was ingrained in the record on a small spot. We felt that since it was our fault that we should still pay to ship the record. One side is in excellent condition and the other has the spot towards the end. Sorry for the problem but you get the record free and that's all we know to do."

ocie smith - everybody but me

x

Thursday, 10 July 2014

still craving inky fingers


the suburban quest for a bottle of blue black quink is finally over children the dismissive newsagents and their bottle of what? fountain pen ink? ink for a fountain pen? ink in a bottle? in the stationary area? are you mad woman? what is this evil potion you seek witch? can stick it up their jumper stick it right up... you wouldn't believe the looks i've had really you wouldn't and all for the pitiful attempt at slightly better slightly more legible handwriting... and it's still not a proper victory what with me having to go to bloody staples. staples people. not the eight oh yes eight different newsagents stationary areas but sodding staples. the world has gone and got very strange...
anyway the twisted reasoning behind this tragic mess was that i wanted the postcards i like to send to look a tiny bit nicer show a bit more care a bit more love for the crumpled greetings from oh who knows where popping through the letterbox which leads me to return to the long put over there till later plan for a postcard push a bit more niceness in your mail a wouldn't it be nice if you write on something and put a stamp on it and send it and i write on something and put a stamp on it and send it sort of thing... if you'd like a postcard or would like to send one drop a where you'd like it sending or where you'd like to send it to to mygoodgawdatyahoodotcodotuk and hopefully all manner of ephemera will cheer a posties wet wednesday...


x

Friday, 4 July 2014

outings

and just in time the super smashers at kent have only gone and reissued saint jackie 's most sought after little number the one the housekeeping will never stretch to not never not even if it's lentil suprise no booze and hungry hungry ducks all week. it's not a proper reissue what with someone else on the other side and all but it'll do for me oh yes it will... the proper b side is a smasher too a big rowdy go at one of those things that have welled me up since i was tiny terror...

jackie shane - you are my sunshine

x

ps
find stand up straight and tall from ace right here

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

and then...



how have i gone all these days without this? perhaps now is just the right time the time the record angels knew it'd be just the thing the thing that'd bring just the right tears the right gasps the right for gawd's sake why don't i have every nina record... thankyou girls on my mind i'm eternally grateful

nina simone - another spring

x

ps
listening again on the machine and seeing that it's exactly two halves oh nina we love you...


Monday, 30 June 2014

off the bench


my word june whisked by didn't it and barely a bleeding thing done well some sitting on a bench listening to the tweety birds and the odd burst of carrot whispering but not a whole lot else frankly... oh and a fair bit of cooking up a quiet storm visiting come to think of it most especially mrs white and winsomes fresh from the fields go which couldn't be more just the my very thing... it's got this on it for starters and hearing new to these ears aretha is a marvelous treat even when the version i hum to myself somehow ends up with the string hook bit of i cry alone in it and something else i can't quite put my finger on but is very possibly something whitney... i know...

aretha franklin - one step ahead

x

Wednesday, 4 June 2014