The moving cat sheds, and, having shed, moves on.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Jah think so? 

Reggae. Always great, isn't it? Yes. But also often very samey, isn't it? Yes.

Who's considered the greatest of the reggae artists? Bob Marley. And who's considered (by me) the most samey? Bob Marley. Most of his stuff has the same tempo, same beat, same sounds... other artists throw in a bit more variation. I do like Mr Marley, of course - who doesn't? - but for variety in the form one has to seek out others. Which is always a good thing. Hurrah!
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Monday, July 10, 2006

Thank You. No, Thank YOU! 

Duran Duran did a covers album too. It's been hailed as one of the worst covers albums ever attempted by a major artist. It's called Thank You. Most of the people who bought it probably thought, "yeah you'd better be thanking me", before taking it off to the local CD exchange shop. But I like it. I may be weird.

It opens with their version of White Lines, as originally recorded by Grandmaster Flash and friends. White British middle-aged men attempting to do a rocky version of an old rap song? Should be awful. Most people said it was. But I like it. I may be weird.

Also on here are Elvis Costello's Watching The Detectives, Bob Dylan's Lay Lady Lay, and the Doors' Crystal Ship. These are songs a lot of people say should never be re-recorded. A lot of people are wrong (Lay Lady Lay exists in dozens of versions - that lady must be thoroughly laid by now) - but they might just mean that these are songs that should never have been re-recorded by Duran Duran. But I like them. I may be weird.

Also on here is a version of 911 Is A Joke, a song originally by Public Enemy - that is to say, another old rap song being covered by a load of white British middle-aged men... but I sort of like it. I may be sort of weird.

And the title song, a Led Zeppelin tune. I may not be weird.
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Naughty Wolf! 

So, it's all over. No more Doctor Who until Christmas. What a ride it's been! We've had feline nurses from five billion years in the future; an alien werewolf and Queen Victoria; Sarah Jane Smith, K9 and a load of bat-winged aliens enforcing the sort of school dinner that would send Jamie Oliver apoplectic; Madame de Pompadour and some seriously ticked-off robots; the return of those shiny emotionless Cybermen; an alien Maureen Lipman stalking the airwaves - now that really sucks; an impossible planet, home to Evil Incarnate himself; the London Investigation 'n' Detective Agency and Peter Kay dressed as a green sumo; a girl with a flower in her mouth and the 2012 Olympics; and another return of the Cybermen - and then some. Whew... Thirteen weeks of the best thing on television, proving why it's the best thing on television.

The Christmas episode is to be called The Runaway Bride and appears to feature another popular comedian stunt-casted as the eponym: Catherine Tate in a wedding dress. I have no idea what that's about. Can't wait!

Oh... I prefer David Tennant to his predecessor, Christopher Eccleston. There. Said it.
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