Tuesday, 27 October 2015
Keith Richards' Desert Island Discs
Keith Richards, member of the Rolling Stones, is interviewed by Kirsty Young for Desert Island Discs.
Keith was born in Dartford and grew up as an only child. He and Mick Jagger went to the same primary school, but then lost touch until meeting again at Dartford train station in 1961 and discovering they shared a taste in blues music. Keith picked up his love of the guitar from his grandfather and honed his skills whilst at art college.
If one single, living person could be said to personify rock n' roll then it is surely him. He's been making music and causing havoc for over half a century and counting. His song writing, singing and guitar playing have helped to make The Rolling Stones a stratospherically successful group and his early and single minded dedication to the triumvirate pursuits of sex and drugs and rock and roll made him a counter-culture icon.
No surprise then that as a boy he would go to sleep at night with his arm around his first guitar.
Producer: Sarah Taylor
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Monday, 26 October 2015
Sleaford Mods - Silly Me
Silly Me is about the long tunnel, the one that has no light. Another week spent walking up and down the street. The quiet tension of your living room with its shit sofa. The unconfirmed nature of 'doing' instead of 'trying'.
It’s that realisation that all you have to work with is your own failure, it's the only starting point you have and to ignore it, to dismiss the reasons why unhappiness is still haunting you is a mistake. It's your ticket out of misery if you keep trying to confront it because eventually persistence rules. Not all the time though.
This isn't one of those fucking smug acid jazz positivity yawns. Large numbers of people have fuck all and that won't change. That's horrible. ‘Silly Me’ is just one experience over Andrew’s solid, hard funk loop
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Sunday, 25 October 2015
Friday, 23 October 2015
The Drones - Taman Shud
TAMAN SHUD
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
For the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
For the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
The earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
I don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
Fuck the Murdoch press
I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
Or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
The only thing i care about’s the
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
When ever someone talks about my taman shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
The earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
For all of the probing into whether he exists
The question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
Is sending a transmission but its inchoate
Don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
Or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
It’s clear as mud
My taman shud
Everybody mouths off
While they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore
On the day he died?
Don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
No tags no wallet
And his brains dry-cleaned
I don’t give a fuck about fuck off we’re full
I ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
I ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
No silver spoons or mining booms
I don’t give a fuck about your brick and tile
I don’t really care if you’re a paedophile
I don’t care about no Master Chef
It’s as appetising as a whistle blower’s doom
Or any French cartoon
Nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
Why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
Fuck western supremacy
I ain’t sitting around being Gallipolized
One man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
Why’d i give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
You came here in a boat you fucking cunt
My Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
While they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Gareth Liddiard of the Drones: 'It’s time leftwingers grew some balls'
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