Well 2016 was a bit crap wasn’t it?
Never mind the day the music died, 2016 was the year the music died – Bowie, Prince, Sharon Jones, Leonard Cohen, Glenn Frey, Rick Parfitt, George Michael, Greg Lake and Prince Buster were just a few of the musicians that left us this year.
At times it felt like it wasn’t safe to read the news in case someone else had died and the curse of 2016 came home for us when Matts Mum died in April after a short battle with Cancer. It’s been a difficult year at times with a lot of changes that were out of our control.
We’ve got a lot of plans for 2017, more changes, big changes but positive moves this time and I’m excited for the year ahead but there were good times last year despite the world going slightly mad so it’s time for the traditional end of year round up of my favourite albums.
Top Ten Albums (In no order of preference)
Wussy – Forever Sounds
Steven Steinbrink – Anagrams
Turin Breaks – Lost Property
Chaosmosis – Primal Scream
Minor Victories – Minor Victories
Little Brother Eli – Cold Tales
Larkin Poe – Reskinned
James – Girl At The End Of The World
Beth Orton – Kidsticks
Cadillac Three – Bury Me In My Boots
The only store you could ever need. Music and coffee on tap. what more could you want (a bigger bank balance maybe?)
Common People came to Oxford on May 28th and 29th. The sun shone, the (very expensive) wine flowed and the music blasted out across South Park.
I have to admit to being a bit out of practice on surviving a festival and although Common People was a two-day event we only went for the Saturday, too much sun, too much excess and too much money spent on day-one put us off going back for the second day but it was a lovely day. What’s not to enjoy, live music, friends and a drink (or several).
The line up was good and although I’m a little embarrassed to admit it I was really looking forward to seeing Chaz and Dave, and as far as a good old knees up in the park goes they didn’t disappoint. There were some great bands there and Little Brother Eli have become a favourite. Observations? The cost of alcohol at festivals (and gigs in general) is still, and probably always will be, a rip off – £22 for a (plastic) bottle of Pinot Grigio and no matter how much of a good idea it seems at the time do not succumb to glitter face painting – I’m still finding glitter in places it should never be two months later. 🙂
Spent a lovely evening in St. Barnabas Church in Oxford at the Candy Says gig. Lofi Pop.
In the absence of getting off my (uninspired) butt and doing a 5 things for last week here’s the short version – 1 thing I liked about last week.
An hour or so in a slightly wet (but mainly sunny) and very windy Brockwell Park at an acoustic Picnic with Laura Kidd aka She Makes War. A perfect soundtrack for a Sunday afternoon.
The UK Music Festival season has begun. Kicking off this weekend with the first of the major venues – The Isle Of Wight Festival, and with it comes the rain. There was a time when I’d have braved anything the elements could come up with to spend a weekend in a field listening to music but, even if it pains me to say it, I can’t do it anymore.
I’ve gone for days without decent food or sleep, lived on a diet of alcohol and junk, levitated above festival loos and loved every minute of it but there comes a time in life when proper food, a comfy bed and hot and cold running water become necessities and much as I love the idea of a festival the reality is not for me anymore. There’s still a part of me that would love to do Glastonbury one day but unless there’s a hotel and a guest pass it’s not going to happen.
So to get into the spirit of the season from the comfort of home I’m playing an album from all the bands that are at the Isle Of Wight today that I have in my itunes, enjoying a glass or two of wine and hosting my own, civilised, warm, dry version of the day.
The Line Up