Not your usual music post here, because it’s just a short clip of a song and it’s a busker’s version of The Cranberries Zombie from The Moor in Sheffield:
I was in a local supermarket this morning, carefully picking my way between the cold meat section, the bread roll table and the coughing shoppers (wait, what?), when I heard a familiar voice over the shop’s rather tinny music system.
Why yes, it was Morten Harket.
And he’d brought along his two friends as well.
But while you might imagine that a South African supermarket playing a-ha would obviously opt for one of the Big Two (Take On Me or The Sun Always Shines On TV), this particular establishment went for the somewhat lesser-known Analogue (All I Want).
I’m sorry, you don’t recall that song from the Norwegians’ back catalogue?
But how, given that I shared it on this very blog back in August 2012?
Have you not been reading carefully?
Actually, I’m surprised that you don’t remember it from its original release back in 2006. After all, it reached the heady heights of Number 10 in the UK Hit Parade, Number 33 in Germany and a superb Number 91 in Romania.
I wonder how many records you have to sell to get to Number 91 in Romania?
A hundred?
Fourteen?
Six?
I was never actually a huge fan of the Analogue album, if I’m honest. But hearing the title track faintly in the background while paying for my groceries did brighten my Monday morning up just a little bit.
I haven’t written a blog post today, because I’ve been chasing about all over the place. Fortunately, there is an election thing happening somewhere overseas, and so I don’t think anybody noticed my absence.
On that note, might I point you in the direction of the video for DJ Shadow’s Nobody Speak as the perfect representation of the current chaotic state of play in the US?
I’m not going to put it on here, because it breaks a lot of my family-friendly rules as far as NSFW language goes, but here’s the link if you want to see what I’m on about. Mute it if you don’t want to hear the naughty words, although I actually quite like some of them.
The pig is (obviously) great and the flung stack papers against the falling white dove is actually really clever.
Nemone has been sitting for Lauren Laverne on the 6 Music Breakfast Show this week and she pulled out some absolute bangers this morning. You don’t get to choose what’s on the radio, and so you’re not going to like every track back to back, but every so often, there’s one of rare those shows that just hits the mark. Repeatedly.
Today’s show was one of them. And when this came on:
Magic.
… I got in touch with Nemone because I was taken back all the way to their mental performance at Glastonbury in 2003. Not least because it took nearly a minute for their 24 red-robed members to file onto the stage and take their place. Mad.
Anyway, long story short, she had also been thinking of that performance (because music can do that to you), she replied to my tweet and then I even got a very brief mention on air.
All the way from Cape Town.
Fame. At last.
Please form an orderly queue for autographs.
No selfies, (this is for everyone’s wellbeing).
Thanks to my mystery subscriber (or just through sheer good fortune?), I have once again begun receiving pleading emails from Afrikaans “entertainer”, Bok van Blerk (see also here and here).
Today’s missive tells me that “Bookings are now open again”. Presumably, there has been some issue whereby bookings weren’t open and somehow, the situation has improved or been reconciled such that bookings are now open once again.
Great news: let’s get to it! Because even Bok himself looks mildly confused as to why you haven’t booked him yet.
(I actually have a long list of reasons, but let’s save those for another time.)
“Special rates for performances under newest Covid regulations,” it crows, conveniently omitting detailed information as to whether they are special cheaper rates because he needs to sell shows, or special vastly increased rates to make up for the recent dearth of opportunities.
Contact us now!
Indeed, you’d better be quick. Business must be good if they have the time to email random, English, Cape Town bloggers who have unsubscribed from his mailing list 74 times.
That sort of action certainly certainly doesn’t smack of any sort of hopeless desperation.
Right. I’m off to unsubscribe yet again.
Wish me luck.