2023 saw me read 46 books, acquire 31 pieces of music in various formats and attend 20 live performances. Here's a list of them & a consideration of those I came across during the last 2 months of the year -:
Music obtained:
Husker
Du |
Don't
Want to Know if You're Lonely (12") |
Molar
Crime |
New
Fun (CD) |
BRB
Voicecoil |
Dissolve
into the Now (CD) |
Culver
& Cathal Rodgers |
Terra
Incognito (CD) |
The
Fall |
Live
@ Newcastle Riverside (CD) |
Stephen
Evans |
Songs
for TQ (CD) |
Yo
La Tengo |
This
Stupid World (CD) |
Bartholomew |
Moorbound
(CD) |
Gidouille |
Zineogenesis
(CD) |
Wedding
Present |
Flying
Saucer (7") |
Wedding
Present |
No
Christmas (7") |
Swell
Maps C21 |
Polar
Regions (LP) |
Wedding
Present |
24
Songs (CD) |
Shunyata
Improvisation Group |
Aesthetics
(CD) |
Brume |
Reality
Is Not Enough (CD) |
Deaf
German |
Mute
Whore (CD) |
Warrington-Runcorn
New Town Development Plan |
Moonbuilding
(CD) |
Sound
Effects of Death & Horror |
Mota-Rolla
(CD) |
Feelin' |
TQ
Zine (CD) |
Pettaluck |
Pass
(Cassette) |
The
Bevis Frond |
What
Did for The Dinosaurs (CD) |
Teenage
Fanclub |
Nothing
Lasts Forever (CD) |
Various |
Songs
for T (CD) |
Reynols |
Live
in Mechelen (CD) |
Meredith |
Blindspot
(CD) |
Dragged
Up |
Hex
Domestic (Cassette) |
Tibshelf |
Understander
(Cassette) |
Wedding
Present |
Huw
Stephens Session (CD) |
Various |
Half
Century, All Heart (CD) |
Various |
A
Wormhole Xmas 2023 (CD) |
Culver,
Firas Khnaisser, SGERBWD |
Lit
& Phil |
Jan-20 |
Mogwai |
Sage
1 |
Feb-12 |
Theatre
RE: The Nature of Forgetting |
Northern
Stage |
Feb-17 |
National
Theatre: Othello |
ODEON
Silverlink |
Feb-23 |
The Agarfinger Inexperience, Nagrushka,
SGERBWD, David De La Haye |
Lit
& Phil |
Mar-03 |
Banners |
The
Cluny |
Mar-04 |
Bartholomew |
Little
Buildings |
Mar-09 |
Big
Road Breaker, TSR2, Gidouille |
Lit
& Phil |
Mar-31 |
Unthank
Smith, Alex Rex |
Wylam
Brewery |
Apr-02 |
National
Theatre: Good |
Jam
Jar Cinema |
Apr-27 |
UT |
Lubber
Fiend |
May-27 |
The
Vaselines, Jon Langford |
The
Cumberland Arms |
Jun-25 |
The
Proclaimers, Roddy Woomble |
Tynemouth
Priory |
Jul-06 |
Shunyata
Improvisation Group |
Brinkburn
Street Brewery |
Aug-03 |
The
Bevis Frond |
The
Cumberland Arms |
Sep-13 |
English
Touring Theatre: I, Daniel Blake |
Northern
Stage |
Sep-15 |
Gang
of Four |
The
Grove |
Oct-02 |
English
Touring Theatre: Macbeth |
Northern
Stage |
Oct-05 |
Teenage
Fanclub, Sweet Baboo |
Sage
2 |
Nov-09 |
John
Garner & John Pope |
St
James URC |
Nov-14 |
Books read:
Bob
Mortimer |
The
Satsuma Complex |
Fiction |
Steve
Pringle |
You
Must Get Them All |
Non-Fiction |
Glen
James Brown |
Ironopolis |
Fiction |
Various |
Songs
from the Underground |
Fiction |
Cormac
McCarthy |
The
Passenger |
Fiction |
Cormac
McCarthy |
Stella
Maris |
Fiction |
Gerard
Brodribb |
Next
Man In |
Non-Fiction |
Mike
Brearley |
On
Cricket |
Non-Fiction |
Desmond
Morris |
The
Soccer Tribe |
Non-Fiction |
Peter
Carey |
Jack
Maggs |
Fiction |
Various |
Granta
45 |
Fiction |
Various |
Perfect
Pitch 3 |
Non-Fiction |
Various |
Perfect
Pitch 4 |
Non-Fiction |
Magnus
Mills |
Mistaken
for Sunbathers |
Fiction |
Stephen
Powell |
Love
Me Fierce in Danger |
Non-Fiction |
James
Ellroy |
LAPD
'53 |
Non-Fiction |
Hugh
McIlvanney |
On
Football |
Non-Fiction |
James
Ellroy |
The
Hilliker Curse |
Non-Fiction |
John
Arlott |
Basingstoke
Boy |
Non-Fiction |
Ian
Rankin |
Saints
of the Shadow Bible |
Fiction |
Various |
All
the Songs Sound the Same |
Non-Fiction |
James
Ellroy |
Destination
Morgue! |
Non-Fiction |
Harry
Pearson |
No
Pie, No Priest |
Non-Fiction |
Miguel
Pinero |
Short
Eyes |
Play |
Valentine
Dyall |
A
Flood of Mutiny |
Non-Fiction |
Ian
Rankin |
The
Beat Goes On |
Fiction |
David
Keenan |
England's
Hidden Reverse |
Non-Fiction |
Neil
Samworth |
A
Prison Officer's Story |
Non-Fiction |
John
Anderson |
Utilita
Football Yearbook |
Non-Fiction |
Glenn
Patterson |
Lapsed
Protestant |
Non-Fiction |
Donal
Ryan |
All
We Shall Know |
Fiction |
Ian
Rankin |
The
Names of the Dead |
Fiction |
Ian
Rankin |
Heart
Full of Headstones |
Fiction |
James
Ellroy |
The
Enchanters |
Fiction |
Anthony
Clavane |
Promised
Land |
Non-Fiction |
Michael
Keenaghan |
Smiler
with Knife |
Fiction |
Various |
Never
Work Anthology |
Non-Fiction |
Howard
Falshaw |
From
Despair to Delirium |
Non-Fiction |
Thurston
Moore |
Sonic
Life |
Non-Fiction |
Jon
McGregor |
Even
the Dogs |
Fiction |
Enrico
Monacelli |
The
Great Psychic Outdoors |
Non-Fiction |
Julian
Barnes |
Metroland |
Fiction |
Iain
Banks |
The
Steep Approach to Garbadale |
Fiction |
Ian
Rankin |
Exit
Music |
Fiction |
Fleur
Hitchcock |
Waiting
for Murder |
Fiction |
Nige
Tassell |
Whatever
Happened to the C86 Kids? |
Non-Fiction |
The
last time I blogged culturally was Monday 6 November (https://payaso-de-mierda.blogspot.com/2023/11/he-fills-his-head-with.html ). Three days later, on
Thursday 6 November, Shelley, Ben and I went to see Teenage Fanclub at
Sage 2, or The Glasshouse as we must now call it. It wasn’t the first time I’d
seen them in an all seater venue; that was Whitley Bay Playhouse in November
2016, nor was it the first time I’d seen them since Gerry Love left the band.
That was at Leeds Beckett University in April 2022. These two factors did not
detract one iota from how much I loved watching them play. Without trying to
sound controversial, I think I prefer The Fannies without Gerry. Sure he wrote
some classic songs, and it really is a shame not hearing Don’t Look Back
or Sparky’s Dream, but Norman’s work is as steady as ever and Raymond
has stepped up to the mark, with his work getting better with every album, to
the extent that I find him to be the chief songwriter in the band. Also, Dave’s
bass and Euros on the keyboards, not to mention Stephen Sweet Baboo
Black helping out on reeds, are all of a sublime quality, helping to lift the
band to hitherto unexplored heights. Seriously, a whole set of Gerry songs
would just be too sickly sweet and C86 oriented for my palate; I prefer
Norman’s rhythmic rock and Raymond’s obtuse angularity. However,
unsurprisingly, the song that had me up and pogoing, against the stated house
rules, was the closing Everything Flows. I think I will react like that
for the rest of my life whenever I hear that song played live.
The last gig I saw in 2023 was at a new venue for me, St James United Reformed Church, just by the City Hall. I was the first one there for a lunchtime performance by Shunyata Improvisation Group’s violinist John Garner, who was accompanying peripatetic double bass player John Pope. The crowd eventually grew to 23 punters, a couple of whom I knew. The set, lasting about half an hour, was a calming set of short pieces, featuring interpretations of compositions by the likes of Carla Bley, Ornette Coleman and Alice Coltrane. In short, the originals were jumping off points for where the Two Johns took things to. It was a charming and educational experience. Nice surroundings as well, if a little too Calvinist and cold.
My renascent love for cassettes saw me buy a couple of Cruel Nature’s recent releases. Of especial merit is Hex Domestic by Dragged Up, who are a fine combo of scuzzy Glaswegian fuzz popsters; part Stooges, part MBV, part Runaways, I came in search of them as Simon Shaw, ex of the magisterial Trembling Bells has swapped bass for axe with this gang. One of my big hopes for 2024 is seeing this lot live, which should be the case in early May, fingers crossed. The other tape I purchased was the highly recommended Understander by Tibshelf. Apparently, this sort of sound collage is called “plunderphonics.” Interesting, but I’d call it plagiarism, pure and simple, with some of it, such as achingly dated sections of dialogue lifted wholesale from Withnail & I, lacking any kind of artistic merit. It would take me quite a lot of persuasion to listen to such tosh again, I must admit.
However, there is nothing wrong with a good cover version and The Wedding Present are skilled exponents of the art of reinterpretation and, courtesy of Hatch Records having a flash sale, I got hold of the band’s 2015 Huw Stephens Session EP for buttons. It’s an eclectic mix, featuring their takes on Cilla Black’s Step Inside Love (which I used to think was actually called Step Outside Love, which imparts a considerably less romantic message), a fabulous run at the Minnie Ripperton classic Loving You, where David Gedge doesn’t quite hit the high notes, The Go-Betweens / Fun Boy Three standard Our Lips are Sealed delivered in fine fashion and, bizarrely, an almost enjoyable stab at Take That’s Back for Good. A hidden gem this one, but not as obscure as the Argentinian band Reynols, who had an exhibition dedicated to them at High Bridge Gallery in November, curated by TQ media mogul Andy Wood.
It was a fascinating insight into a band I knew almost nothing about, although I did find a track by them on the TQ 50th edition anniversary double CD, Half Century All Art that I picked up at the exhibition. There are a couple of superb Faust live tracks on there as well, plus plenty of other noise from the No Audience Underground. Indeed, I’d recommend a good browse round the website https://tqzine.blogspot.com/ where there are plenty of obscure gems on offer, including the current brilliant issue about The Canterbury Scene and a back issue dedicated to Reynols. You might also have a skeg at the ever wonderful https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/ who recently put out a 3 CD festive present, A Wormhole Xmas, on which I’d proud to say BARTHOLOMEW cusack’s My Name is Diana plays a minor part. If there are any left, grab one, even if the Saturnalian songs are not what you feel most inclined to listen to during damned, dry, dreary January.
Books:
The first book I read in this past while was Promised Land by Anthony Clavane, a writer I’d met through David Peace in Barnsley back in August 2012. David is a Huddersfield Town fan, but Anthony is Leeds through and through. Despite having lived away from his home city since he went to university, Clavane is passionate about the tale he has to tell, of the influence on the civic and sporting history Leeds of the waves of Irish, then European Jewish, then Asian and currently East European immigration. Written back when The Loiners were barely sentient after the almost irreparable damage of the meltdown morning after the Ridsdale Era, it is a bleak tale of financial and political malfeasance at every step of the way. Brilliant and depressing, it is a compelling read from start to end.
Similarly, the brilliant London Irish writer Michael Keenaghan, whose debut novel London is Dead was raved about on this very site in 2022, has an incredible series of depressing vignettes set in West, North and North East London, in his collection of short stories, Smiler with Knife. Some of these have been published in the past, a couple in my own Glove lit zine, but that matters little as old and new material sits cheek by jowl, telling terrible tales of the nightmare dystopia parts of our capital city has become. I urge you to buy this book.
I’ve read a couple of quality music books of late, though the first thing that the studied naivety and gaps in the narrative that Thurston Moore’s Sonic Life prompted me to do, was get hold of a copy of his ex-wife and bandmate Kim Gordon’s own memoir, Girl in a Band, which I’ve been shockingly remiss in not reading. As that’s on the to read pile, I’ll get back to you about that one, but I’d wager it will be more engaging than Italian cultural theorist Enrico Monacelli’s highbrow take on lo fi, The Great Psychic Outdoors. Of course, the artists a writer chooses to discuss are a personal choice, but I didn’t learn much I didn’t know about Daniel Johnston for instance, in this churn of pointy headed, jargon rich academic prose. Given the choice, I’d recommend David Keenan’s England’s Hidden Reverse every time. In fact, I’d also recommend the anthology of the Marxist art zine Never Work that Difficult Art and Music put out. While I don’t wholly agree with their Leninist advocation of Revolutionary Art, I did get the point behind their raging at the machinery of state. You might be able to get a copy of it from https://difficultartandmusic.bandcamp.com/merch
The music book I liked the most was Shelley’s Christmas present to me; Nige Tassell’s Whatever Happened to the C86 Kids? If you’ve ever suspected Bobby Gillespie is a tool, then the opening pages of this lovingly researched tome will prove you are right. I can’t urge you too strongly to get this book, to read about the sad stories of Bogshed and The Shop Assistants, as well as the life-affirming tales told by The Soup Dragons, The Servants and, especially, The Mackenzies. A wonderful book.
If you like happy endings, From Despair to Delirium, my old mate Howard Falshaw’s story of following Carlisle United for two seasons, post-retirement, culminating in promotion at Wembley is well worth dipping into. A story of hard miles on the motorway, his teenage son’s unblinking devotion and his own cynicism being worn away by positive play, is an engaging read. Check out more at: https://toomanythoughtsleftover.wordpress.com/ but don’t look too hard at the current League 1 table, unless you want your dreams to be shattered by the cold, hard reality of a relegation battle.
Additionally, I’ve made my way through 5 novels. Jon McGregor’s Even the Dogs is a desperately depressing reverse narrative about an alcoholic dying alone in his filthy flat, while his various addict friends succumb to the impact of extra pure heroin on the streets of Nottingham in the week after Christmas. Well written, but hellishly difficult to get through. Fleur Hitchcock’s teen mystery, Waiting for Murder is a rattlingly good read and any reluctant reader with an interest in sleuthing might just love this book. I’m happy to pass it on, if anyone has an interest. Ian Rankin’s Exit Music is about Rebus getting ready to retire and, like every book of his I’ve read, I couldn’t put it down. Loved it and don’t care that I’m reading the series out of sequence. The Steep Approach to Garbadale is top quality Iain Banks; grim, hilarious and jaw dropping by turns, the usual convoluted plot knots are masterfully finessed by a scintillating denouement. I rather wish I hadn’t read Metroland by Julian Barnes. Published in 1980, it comes across as an awful load of self-indulgent sub Kingsley Amis style chauvinism that would not be tolerated these days. It portrays women in a way that would make Joey Barton blush.
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