byebyepride.livejournal.comSo we're moving house. This means a) that I'm spending a week painting a black ceiling white; b) that I ought to slim down my collection of 'cassettes'. I do this every time I move, and the last time was two years ago. In that time I have listened to precisely... 1, count them, 1 cassette (Dogs D'amour, In the Dynamite Jet Saloon, thanks for asking). Anyway I thought I'd combine both tasks and listen through my old tapes while doing the decorating, and share the results with YOU, the people of poptimists, while I do so. (Tom -- if this is a bad idea, I'll take it over to my own journal!).
So far I have listened to:
Brian Eno, More Blank Than Frank, Songs from the Period 1973-1977.
Still love this -- I like the rock with odd angles, the affected voice, the gimmicks, the sound and feel of it. I got this just when i was starting university I think (1993) and I can remember listening to it while working down to Sainsbury's Savacentre at Cameron Toll on a Monday afternoon after classes to domy weekly food shop. (This level of organisation lasted about a month, I think). I think I felt... sophisticated, maybe, for liking it. Not sure if that's quite the word, but it seemed a long way from the last things I been mad for, and which I was cooling rapidly on -- grunge, and early Britpop (in the form of Modern Life is Rubbish-era Blur) which I hated. But I can see how Eno has more in common with the bands I did still have time for -- Pixies, Pavement, Pulp -- than Nirvana or Blur.
The Orb, Blue Room pts 1 & 2.
I think this is about 40 mins long, but because the tape player has auto-reverse, this was just going round and round last night. Also great, still, although for some reason I totally stopped listening to the Orb. I can remember buying the Ultraworld album a bit later than the rest of the world and his wife, but never really devoting much time to it. Because I had this on tape I heard it a lot more -- I just find it... absorbing, I guess.
Mark Germino, Caught In the Act of Being Ourselves.
Totally uncharacteristic of my taste then or now, this must be one of the first four or five tapes I owned. It's dated 1987, which is the year I started at boarding school, and just after I started 'getting into' music (at 13 -- I've confessed before to being a late starter). I think I heard this on one of the rock shows -- Tommy Vance or Fluff Freeman -- I listened to. I liked the ballads, pretty standard singer-songwriter fare, with the usual trite sentiments (you can't put a price on the truth; everything you read in the papers is propaganda; people live lives of fear and loneliness). I can remember listening to Michelle Shocked and Suzanne Vega about the same time, and maybe this reminded me of Springsteen, but I think I may have heard them the other way around (I can definitely remember buying my first Springsteen album, in WH Smiths in Winchester, early 1988). Another track I remember from those radio shows was Roland the Headless Thomson Gunner by Warren Zevon which I only just found again (having a) misheard the title as 'Ryan...' and b) forgetting that I was looking for it) on a free CD with a magazine. Hurray!
To be continued...