Day 379 – New Music

I know that music posts don’t always go down very well on here. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

But if you are looking for something new to listen to, here are a couple of suggestions from 6000 HQ:

How about some New Dad? Their latest one, Slowly – following on from their desperate cry against the horrors of depression I Don’t Recognise You – is wonderful alternative indie, almost shoegazy stuff.

Hear more of their stuff on Spotify.

And then The Lathums (it’s a short, sharp A, ok?). Their new one Oh My Love is so new that the video only premieres later today. More indie, but a bit more folky indie. Think The Coral or The Farm, a touch of Arctic Monkeys or maybe even a bit of Doves.

Short and sweet. [Spotify]

I’ve been compiling a Spotify playlist of stuff I have enjoyed in 2021. It doesn’t have to specifically be from 2021 (and indeed, much of it isn’t), but if I hear something and I like it, it goes in.
Both these songs have made the grade. I mean… obviously.

You’ll want to click through on this link.

Please enjoy and share, should you be that way inclined.

Day 369 – Tuesday Ephemera

A few short lines to document my thoughts today.

The goose drank wine.
Anyone else look at the title and have memories of The Clapping Song evoked? Yeah. Me too.

The beagle has lost its bark.
Yep. The beagle has a sore throat: a bacterial infection that was headed towards pneumonia before the vet and some antibiotics kicked into action in the early hours of Monday morning. There’s been some decent improvement today, but it’s still pretty glum about the whole situation. We’ll all be much happier when the beagle is bouncing around and chatting to its neighbourhood friends once again.
In Co-Amoxiclav We Trust.

Ramaphosa is addressing the nation this evening.
It was going to be at 7pm, but then there was this:

All the best, Noxolo.

There’s been much speculation about the contents of Ramaphosa’s speech. There are a couple of public holidays on the way and we have an incoming third wave due at some point (although our R=0.92 right now). So why is he bothering to talk at all? Will he close the beaches? Will he ban alcohol sales? Will he allow (much) greater numbers of people to attend religious gatherings? And if so, why? We have plans for the weekend. I’m sincerely hoping he doesn’t ruin them with some crappy pointless temporary legislation.

I have different music for different occasions.
No surprises there: you can’t reasonably expect to get away with Slipknot at your Granny’s tea-party. But moreover, I have different music for just me. Like this:

I’m still doing a lot of DIY around the house.
New lights here and there – and especially there. New sockets in the kitchen. New bathroom furniture. A touch of gardening. Some lying on my beanbag (not strictly DIY as we know it, but I did choose to do it myself). It feels like a never ending list. There’s some painting to do tomorrow. I can’t wait.

Unusual cover versions can actually be quite good.
I mean, Elbow’s Independent Woman is right up there. And here’s Future Islands covering Tina Turner.

Because, why not?

Day 178 – One more album

Having enjoyed The Universal Want from Doves since it came out last week, I’m now already really looking forward to Future Islands new album As Long As You Are, due out on the ninth of next month.

Just look at the passion in this performance. Incredible.

And suddenly there are four contenders for the top three spots in the 6000 miles… Album of the Year. To be fair, I’d love it if there were a few more too. Considering the disaster that 2020 has been, the music has been pretty good.

Well, it’s not like the musicians had anything else to do…

On Quizzing

Last night went… “ok”.

Sure, we lost the quiz by one point, but we only had 4 players against everyone else’s 8 (thus less chance of crowdsourcing a correct answer), and we finished ahead of several (or more) other teams who clearly were nowhere near as good as us, and several of which were full of unpleasant old white people.

It was one of those evenings where the majority of our 50:50 decisions didn’t work out for us. It happens. But it was still annoying. Irritating. Infuriating. Exasperating. Infuriating. (We did well in the Thesaurus round, by the way.)

Bad luck aside, we did noticeably fall down on one tough round: 1970s music. There was a clear, gaping hole in our knowledge. Obviously, we can’t know everything, but one this particular round, we could have done much, much better.

This morning, I decided to do something to remedy the situation, so that next time we could win the quiz again – as is the tradition when we play quizzes.
I opened up a Spotify playlist full of the top hits of the 70s and set my brain to Learn Mode.

Exactly 12 minutes later, I decided that losing a quiz by 1 point (or actually, however many points) was far preferable to putting myself through listening to anything else from those ten years. I don’t like not knowing things, but in this particular case, I’m so very, very happy to make an exception. My god: I swear that I was the only good thing to come out of that decade. 3652 days of exciting musical opportunity and all we got given was Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Neil Young and the god-awful ABBA.

It’s fine; I’ll pass, thanks.

And I’ll proudly wear my “yes, we could have done better in that round” badge when scoring 2 out of 5 on crap music next time around as well.

Everything Else Has Gone Wrong

Not another lament on the current state of South Africa.

No, the latest single (and title track of the new album) from London band Bombay Bicycle Club:

Interesting single take video featuring the speedy demise of lead singer Jack Steadman.

Apparently, music is our only salvation. But I’m not going to try to analyse the deeper meanings hidden in here; I just like the track.

 

Go find it – and a lot of other great stuff – on my Inspired By 6 Spotify playlist.