<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:26:49.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When Sleeping Beauty Sang</title><subtitle type='html'>A song, a dance, a word or two, some pictures even. And more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-4779714331561644670</id><published>2008-02-04T12:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:39:54.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A new, improved and faster paced WSBS will return in 2009. Or 2010. Maybe.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=4779714331561644670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4779714331561644670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4779714331561644670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-improved-and-faster-paced-wsbs-will.html' title='A new, improved and faster paced WSBS will return in 2009. Or 2010. Maybe.'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-4370051539255959064</id><published>2007-03-22T13:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:41:46.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses 2</title><summary type='text'>I guess having a blog means one should post every so often... I've just been so busy doing other things lately. Like looking for a bigger house (haven't found one yet), maintaining the other blog (which is hell of a lot more popular than this one it seems :-/), rock'n'rolling around Germany for a week or so, releasing records - these two:  both of which are awesome. Not that I haven't been </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=4370051539255959064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4370051539255959064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4370051539255959064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2007/03/excuses-2.html' title='Excuses 2'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-7611793862961053406</id><published>2006-12-30T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:38:02.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Music From The Third Floor</title><summary type='text'>Re. this, a new Bollywood blog in now online. Have fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=7611793862961053406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/7611793862961053406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/7611793862961053406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/12/music-from-third-floor.html' title='Music From The Third Floor'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-3295252846603792339</id><published>2006-12-30T16:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:23:19.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hits For Kids</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't long after my son Jacob (now 3) started walking that I noticed how he'd suddenly drop everything and begin dancing to stuff I'd be playing on the stereo. So I started taking note of which songs, thus making him his first playlist (in the order in which he danced to them):1. Cat Power | Living Proof2. Montt Mardié | Highschool Drama3. Bobbie Gentry | Greyhound Going Somewhere4. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=3295252846603792339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/3295252846603792339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/3295252846603792339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/12/hits-for-kids.html' title='Hits For Kids'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-8585202802446890420</id><published>2006-12-22T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:51:24.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All ye faithful</title><summary type='text'>A few of you will already have received a hard copy of this... for any others, here's an annual round up of stuff much played at Gaaak headquarters the past 12 months or so. It pleases me a great deal that several of this years tracks have been made by friends of mine.Click the cover for a tracklist, then download (short time only) the whole shebang here if you want. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=8585202802446890420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/8585202802446890420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/8585202802446890420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-ye-faithful.html' title='All ye faithful'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Efah5gygSOU/RXiy3SPii6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QjHX66a0fPc/s72-c/xmas06A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-9139777253166890442</id><published>2006-11-28T21:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:06:42.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Delia Derbyshire/Electrosonic</title><summary type='text'>I've just bought a t-shirt with this great image on it:It's been made in conjunction with a recent reissue of 'Electrosonic', the 1972 KPM Library record electronic music pioneer Delia Derbyshire made with Brian Hodgson and Don Harper while moonlighting from day jobs at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. I have a copy of the original version with it's plain generic sleeve... very dull looking actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=9139777253166890442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/9139777253166890442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/9139777253166890442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/delia-derbyshireelectrosonic.html' title='Delia Derbyshire/Electrosonic'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-6506151540798259255</id><published>2006-11-22T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:09:59.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ga-ga-ga-golly, golly gosh! (Leftovers 4)</title><summary type='text'>The Sound Of Young Scotland ca. 1981: The Delmontes. Who you say? Yeah... amidst all the (due) adulation showered upon Orange Juice, Fire Engines, Scars etc. in recent years, The Delmontes have been all but forgotten. They shouldn't though; their singular brand of catchy organ driven garage-pop was as important a part of that particular pre-C86 indiepop "scene" as that of their more famous </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=6506151540798259255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/6506151540798259255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/6506151540798259255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/ga-ga-ga-golly-golly-gosh-leftovers-4.html' title='Ga-ga-ga-golly, golly gosh! (Leftovers 4)'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-2083961974667061910</id><published>2006-11-21T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:42:32.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now 3</title><summary type='text'>Anne Bacheley: Can't really sing, can't really play, creates wonderful pop music. Contradictory? Of course not, it makes perfect sense. Anne Bacheley is the living embodiment of DIY indie spirit (in the good sense, because this isn't scene; it's the real, true, pure thing), she's got a guitar, an attitude and a heart full of great great songs. The rest is merely technique.Six of her songs can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=2083961974667061910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/2083961974667061910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/2083961974667061910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/right-now-3_21.html' title='Right now 3'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-1670894102371294326</id><published>2006-11-13T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:07:46.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Daughters Will Never Be Free (Right now 2)</title><summary type='text'>More than ever, I'm playing The Indelicates again. Now I know I keep going on about them, and I know I'm biased, but the newly made available (via their MySpace) 'Our Daughters Will Never Be Free' is such a great song; a poignant commentary on the (or a) state of contemporary feminism set to catchy-as-hell music... the ease with which they pull it off; sometimes I keep expecting them to stumble </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=1670894102371294326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/1670894102371294326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/1670894102371294326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-daughters-will-never-be-free-right.html' title='Our Daughters Will Never Be Free (Right now 2)'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-5241916183347021149</id><published>2006-11-07T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:50:24.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now</title><summary type='text'>I can't get enough of Beirut. An emailed newsletter of the type I seldom read but did this time contained a link... which I'm damn happy I clicked. Imagine Jens Lekman backed by a Klezmer Orchestra playing a Parisian cabaret. Drunken melodies, a gorgeous croon, thumping percussion, gypsy trumpets (and Neutral Milk Hotel's Jeff Barnes guesting); Beirut's 'Gulag Orkestar' is undoubtedly one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=5241916183347021149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/5241916183347021149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/5241916183347021149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/right-now.html' title='Right now'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-6903029394580304980</id><published>2006-11-06T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:30:26.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This year it's got to be India maybe</title><summary type='text'>I'm wondering if I should set up a new blog, dedicated entirely to sharing vintage Bollywood soundtracks from the 60s and 70s. See, I have this whole box full of them, some 150 LPs I reckon; a few of them drab but also loads of great, classic and sought after vinyl by the likes of R.D. Burman, Kalyanji Anandji, Shankar Jaikishan, Bappi Lahiri etc. I never bring myself to play them these days </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=6903029394580304980&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/6903029394580304980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/6903029394580304980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-year-its-got-to-be-india-maybe_06.html' title='This year it&apos;s got to be India maybe'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-4137514902998593032</id><published>2006-10-27T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:52:54.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, Unholy Evening</title><summary type='text'>I've been a fan of Sonya Cotton ever since she was brought to my attention by Chris Maher last winter. Her self-released album 'Baltimore Trees', a collection of beautiful folk songs, all sweet and warm and shimmering, has become a favourite, and I await eagerly next year's follow up.In the meantime... Hey! It's Halloween! And parties etc. notwithstanding, what better way to celebrate than by </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=4137514902998593032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4137514902998593032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/4137514902998593032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-unholy-evening.html' title='Halloween, Unholy Evening'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-9111253499839658091</id><published>2006-10-25T10:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:54:45.222+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Low Can You Go?</title><summary type='text'>"After a search lasting two years, this heretofore legendary appearance by Sun Ra and Members of the Arkestra was identified by John Szwed and James Wolf. Ed Bland (producer, arranger and conductor of this LP) told John Szwed that Sunny was hired to write lead sheets for Curly Williams, who contributed much of the music on the disc and whistled the tunes to Sunny. He recalls Ra playing keyboards </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=9111253499839658091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/9111253499839658091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/9111253499839658091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-low-can-you-go.html' title='How Low Can You Go?'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-1198971819223525039</id><published>2006-10-23T23:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:44:07.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A manufactured image</title><summary type='text'>Fictional music groups: How many can you name? I probably would have managed a dozen or so off the top of my head... but man, there are lots!Some notables then (ie. ones I like): Drimble Wedge And The Vegetations | Max Frost And The Troopers | The Banana Splits | The Archies | The Carrie Nations | Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kids | Little Ladies | The Rutles | Ellen Aim And The Attackers | Ape</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=1198971819223525039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/1198971819223525039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/1198971819223525039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/manufactured-image.html' title='A manufactured image'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-2788656958546262987</id><published>2006-10-19T21:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:39:53.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is...</title><summary type='text'>I more or less gave up on James Bond ca. 'The Spy Who Loved Me' (yeah I know, it's the fashionable opinion, who cares?) so it takes more than some new guy playing the role to get my attention. My old friend, Campinas (São Paulo) based DJ Andy Cumming mashing up baile-funk, electro and T. Rex riffs under the moniker Bonde James Bonde on the other hand, is very likely to. Listening to the results..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=2788656958546262987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/2788656958546262987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/2788656958546262987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-name-is.html' title='My name is...'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-3132957745657259127</id><published>2006-10-19T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:20:07.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I changed the layout. Not that there was anything wrong with the old one, I was just bored with it. To be honest I think all the layout templates that come with Blogger are a bit naff, and me being a graphic designer (supposedly) I really should make my own... but I can't be bothered, this will have to do. (I might customize the heading at some point though).</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=3132957745657259127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/3132957745657259127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/3132957745657259127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-116072319421418390</id><published>2006-10-13T09:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:38:29.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses (Leftovers 3)</title><summary type='text'>I've read enough blog entries that begin with "I haven't blogged in a while" to know better. Instead I've been to the movies (the last couple of days), had the flu (off and on it seems, the last couple of weeks), and generally kept myself busy (all the time). I've been wondering when I'll find time to finish making my David Goodis website. Hopefully before the end of the year, in time for this; </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=116072319421418390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/116072319421418390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/116072319421418390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/10/excuses-leftovers-iii_116072319421418390.html' title='Excuses (Leftovers 3)'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115918179762784564</id><published>2006-09-25T12:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:10:10.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck, can't a fellow go an a fortnight's holiday without getting all his RapidShare files deleted? I come back from Portugal (it was great, thanks for asking) and suddenly everything I've uploaded is gone... not that much, but still annoying. Apparently they have a mail robot removing reported files, so that emails sent to abuse@rapidshare.de need only include the URL to a file in the message for</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115918179762784564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115918179762784564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115918179762784564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-cant-fellow-go-a-fortnights.html' title=''/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115702292981382553</id><published>2006-08-31T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:42:46.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1986</title><summary type='text'>The Lovekevins made two of last years most wonderful singles in 'Blame The English' and 'Max Leon' (the latter still available from Songs I Wish I Had Written). An album was slated for release in May this year, but nothing happened... we're still waiting. In the meantime (hopefully not instead), band member Fredrik has made a couple of solo recordings. Unsurprisingly, they are great. I can't seem</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115702292981382553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115702292981382553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115702292981382553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/08/1986.html' title='1986'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115687909500125076</id><published>2006-08-29T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:53:46.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I see my baby burning</title><summary type='text'>(This post was going to be about a strange, confused and very beautiful 17 year old girl I hung out with for a short while back in 1986, and in whose company I first heard The Love Deniers... but what I wrote started getting too personal. So just the facts then.)20 years ago (Jesus... has it really been that long?) I bought a compilation tape called 'Animal Aid'. On it was some OK stuff, some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115687909500125076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115687909500125076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115687909500125076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-see-my-baby-burning_115687909500125076.html' title='I see my baby burning'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115676000417115634</id><published>2006-08-28T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:01:41.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your body is so much fun"</title><summary type='text'>It's midday on a Monday, and I really should be working. Instead, I'm unable to tear myself away from this.Weird, disturbing, and very very wonderful, 'Salad Fingers' is the creation of one David Firth, of Fat-Pie.com. It follows an odd, mad little green man on his quest for perfect spoons, gorgeous grubby taps and rusty kettles, encountering on the way a curious group of side characters such as </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115676000417115634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115676000417115634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115676000417115634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-body-is-so-much-fun_28.html' title='&quot;Your body is so much fun&quot;'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115645433229013796</id><published>2006-08-24T23:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:23:24.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Building A Better Way: Music From The 1974 Chevrolet Announcement Film</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled over some MP3s from this a few years ago, and was astonished. Who'd have thought that the soundtrack for a film advertising a new car, produced by a company of corporate jingle makers would sound great? It does though... and I decided I needed to find the LP so that I could hear the rest. Googling led me to a copy with a $75 asking price, which is stupid (although many lesser albums </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115645433229013796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115645433229013796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115645433229013796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/08/building-better-way-music-from-1974.html' title='Building A Better Way: Music From The 1974 Chevrolet Announcement Film'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115567664106144871</id><published>2006-08-15T23:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:54:35.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, festivals, and The School</title><summary type='text'>Got myself a Flickr account, initially because I needed to upload recent photos from Brighton and London that I knew others would want to see. So that's another Internet community to get hooked on then. Are any of them really of any use? At all? My MySpace has now registered more than 1000 profile views. Why?!? (OK, I have met and befriended some nice people...) I spent the latter half of last </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115567664106144871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115567664106144871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115567664106144871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos-festivals-and-school.html' title='Photos, festivals, and The School'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115437378846532701</id><published>2006-07-31T21:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:20:05.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Hate The Kids</title><summary type='text'>"Sad Gnome Records is pleased to announce their first release: The Indelicates’ debut single, 'We Hate The Kids'. A coruscating, literate and angry song – the single typifies The Indelicates’ approach to making modern pop music. It is backed on the B-side by 'Burn All The Photographs', a vitriolic essay on the immorality of documentary photography."At long last there is Indelicates product to buy</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115437378846532701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115437378846532701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115437378846532701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-hate-kids_31.html' title='We Hate The Kids'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115201658884484478</id><published>2006-07-04T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:01:41.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic Classics</title><summary type='text'>When do you start buying books you already have perfectly good copies of in your bookshelf? When they start looking like this is when.The US branch of Penguin Classics has commissioned some of today's finest comic book and graphic artists to create new covers for a selection of their titles, called 'Graphic Classics'. Luminaries such as Chris Ware, Charles Burns, Seth and Art Spiegelman have </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115201658884484478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115201658884484478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115201658884484478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/07/graphic-classics.html' title='Graphic Classics'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115044620805259573</id><published>2006-06-16T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:46:04.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Early Rough Trade Singles</title><summary type='text'>The increasingly corporate, irritatingly ad-riddled, but at the end of the day still very useful All Music Guide has published a cool annotated list of 40 singles from the first few years of Rough Trade. Nice to see some of the label's lesser known acts getting a mention. How many do you own?40 Early Rough Trade Singles | Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115044620805259573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115044620805259573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115044620805259573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/06/40-early-rough-trade-singles_16.html' title='40 Early Rough Trade Singles'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-115030387091641947</id><published>2006-06-14T18:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:46:04.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Groovin' With Mr. Bloe</title><summary type='text'>For those not familiar with Mr. Bloe (although many will have heard the title tune at some point), it's a fine and groovy slice of early 70s English beat driven easy listening, conceived by veteran (apparently) band leader Zack Laurence and featuring the harmonica of one Harry Pitch. (There's an Elton John connection as well, but I don't know if the released Mr. Bloe tracks are the same as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=115030387091641947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115030387091641947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/115030387091641947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/06/groovin-with-mr-bloe.html' title='Groovin&apos; With Mr. Bloe'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114968186446113081</id><published>2006-06-07T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:42:27.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace sucks (but not always)</title><summary type='text'>I hate MySpace. Apart from all the obvious reasons (it's addictive, it doesn't work half the time, Rupert Murdoch), I'm getting bored with the countless unsolicited friend requests from bands who consider themselves similar to something I've listed as a favourite, or are Norwegian. Because most of them are... well, rubbish really. But, as demonstrated to me twice in the last month (while not at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114968186446113081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114968186446113081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114968186446113081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/06/myspace-sucks-but-not-always.html' title='MySpace sucks (but not always)'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114893285191025844</id><published>2006-05-29T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:41:52.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant about chicken ports, hip-hop and and other things</title><summary type='text'>Those who know me well will know that I have a thing for Brazilian music. And for Brazil. Not sure which came first, the music or the country, or how the one affects the other (I still remember fondly a drunken night in an outdoor bar in Porto de Galinhas when I asked a guy "who's that Chico Science who's on your t-shirt?" upon which he got very excited, ran off somewhere and came back with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114893285191025844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114893285191025844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114893285191025844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/rant-about-chicken-ports-hip-hop-and_29.html' title='Rant about chicken ports, hip-hop and and other things'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114845355397337831</id><published>2006-05-24T08:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:44:21.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coo Coo Bird</title><summary type='text'>Wee Willie Shantz' 'Coo Coo Bird' (with it's b-side 'Hush Puppy Hush') is a classic record. Unfortunately I don't own a copy, but if I did it would have a place in my box of desert island discs for sure. (Not that I own such a box either, but anyway...) Is this country? Is it the blues? Is it a children's record? I have no idea... but it is wonderful. And bonkers! (You could call it inept, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114845355397337831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114845355397337831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114845355397337831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/coo-coo-bird_24.html' title='Coo Coo Bird'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114831661515310827</id><published>2006-05-22T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:06:47.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian delights</title><summary type='text'>Those of you who enjoyed the  Teresa Teng track from a few weeks back, might want to head over to Mod-ified Music, where if you scroll down to 17th May and earlier, similar delights are to be had. And if that's not enough, how about these? (Chan Pao Chu pictured).Teresa Teng | Last Night In My DreamsRita Chao &amp; The Quests | Love Is Me, Love Is YouDoris Ang And The Sandboys | Indecipherable </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114831661515310827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114831661515310827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114831661515310827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/asian-delights_22.html' title='Asian delights'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114821647557703124</id><published>2006-05-21T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:49:55.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers 2</title><summary type='text'>Two of my all time favourite record labels are Postcard and ZE. Postcard was a bunch of indie (re)defining acts from Glasgow, mainly Orange Juice and Josef K, while ZE was a diverse group of sassy New Yorkers including James Chance, Cristina, Lydia Lunch, Suicide and Kid Creole, in addition to a contingent of wonderfully playful French artists such as Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Les Garçons (who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114821647557703124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114821647557703124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114821647557703124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/leftovers-ii_21.html' title='Leftovers 2'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114725809720651339</id><published>2006-05-10T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:20:32.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Entertaining to an almost ludicrous degree"</title><summary type='text'>I bring excellent news: The very, very funny 'Who's Toby?' will soon be available for the whole world to enjoy. Not on a TV near you (television's old hat anyway) but as a series of weekly podcasts premiering on 6th June 2006. My definition of a good plan would therefore be to do one of the following: a) Go to the iTunes music store and subscribe immediately (it's free!)b) Copy and paste http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114725809720651339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114725809720651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114725809720651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/entertaining-to-almost-ludicrous.html' title='&quot;Entertaining to an almost ludicrous degree&quot;'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114708252437857619</id><published>2006-05-08T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:25:39.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant McLennan RIP</title><summary type='text'>(I only saw The Go-Betweens live once, at Oslo's Sardines club around the time of their '16 Lover's Lane' LP. It was a strange set; musically great, but I could sense a lot of on-stage tension between Grant McLennan and bandmate and girlfriend Amanda Brown. I never found out what it was all about, it wasn't for me to know. But I was very intrigued.)The Go-Betweens were for the better part of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114708252437857619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114708252437857619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114708252437857619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/grant-mclennan-rip.html' title='Grant McLennan RIP'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114707172725915118</id><published>2006-05-08T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:51:31.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Command House, Chatham, May 5th 2006</title><summary type='text'>I have just had a wonderful weekend! Took a spur-of-the-moment type trip down to London again (I seem to be doing that a lot these days), and boy did I have fun! The trip gave me the chance to get another double dose of The Indelicates; first at Catch in Shoreditch, which was great, and then at the lovely riverside pub The Command House in Chatham (Medway, Kent... and I had to check the atlas </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114707172725915118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114707172725915118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114707172725915118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/05/command-house-chatham-may-5th-2006_08.html' title='The Command House, Chatham, May 5th 2006'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114643429839614768</id><published>2006-04-30T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:41:19.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><summary type='text'>(Some songs that for whatever reason won't turn up on any CD-R compilation of mine but are still pretty damn good.)I've been very much enjoying the highly innovative, wildy energetic and slightly bonkers noise-rockers cum performance artists Afrirampo from Osaka ever since I saw them live last summer. Here's a track from their self-titled mini-album on Gyuune Cassette; sadly out of print but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114643429839614768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114643429839614768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114643429839614768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114579431812059697</id><published>2006-04-23T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:21:17.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliette Gréco, part deux</title><summary type='text'>Here then, is the other one. While 'Juliette' has that classic chanson sound to it, 'La Femme' is very much in tune with the best orchestral pop of it's time (1967), featuring exquisite arrangments by among others Michel Colombier (Gainsbourg, Pierre Henry, Beach Boys...). If this was in English and sung by a man, it could have been a Scott Walker album.Juliette Gréco | La Femme</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114579431812059697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114579431812059697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114579431812059697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/juliette-grco-part-deux_23.html' title='Juliette Gréco, part deux'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114556662237499795</id><published>2006-04-20T22:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:21:47.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliette Gréco</title><summary type='text'>I know much less about Juliette Gréco than I undoubtedly should and would like. I know she had looks and a disposition tailor made for the bohemian lifestyle of Paris (Left Bank of course) in the fifties, she hung out with Sartre and Camus, she starred in Jean Cocteau's marvelous 'Orphée', and she had an affair with Miles Davis ("Juliette was probably the first woman that I loved as an equal </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114556662237499795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114556662237499795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114556662237499795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/juliette-grco.html' title='Juliette Gréco'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114459377934554891</id><published>2006-04-09T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:52:55.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable folk-rock cabaret with a mission to end all music</title><summary type='text'>Recently, and for the first time ever, I scheduled a planned trip to London specifically to coincide with a couple of live shows. Why? Because it was The Indelicates playing, and for the moment there is no band in the world that I love more.The Indelicates are Julia; photographer and ex of polka-dotted pop trio The Pipettes, and Simon; poet and maker of musicals featuring Satan. They play </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114459377934554891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114459377934554891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114459377934554891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/despicable-folk-rock-cabaret-with_09.html' title='Despicable folk-rock cabaret with a mission to end all music'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114404903151018738</id><published>2006-04-03T09:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:47:18.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oculart</title><summary type='text'>All the screensavers on my computer are boring, which is why I sometimes open this site instead before leaving my desk. Problem is, it is so captivating that it usually takes a while before I'm able to tear myself away. Technically brilliant, visually stunning, and with a very spooky sounding soundtrack... this is computer art as good as I've ever come across.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114404903151018738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114404903151018738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114404903151018738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/oculart.html' title='Oculart'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114362640674431368</id><published>2006-04-02T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:22:14.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shareware</title><summary type='text'>I've been debating with myself whether or not the sharity business is something I want to get into. This recent article doesn't make me feel any less self conscious about taking part, but seeing as I'm still trying to figure out WSBS's raison d'etre... The first in an infrequent series:Some years back, in a rare instance of perfect synchronicity, I stumbled over this great Velvet Underground LP </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114362640674431368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114362640674431368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114362640674431368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/04/shareware.html' title='Shareware'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114374668627659679</id><published>2006-03-30T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:47:41.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Copenhagen</title><summary type='text'>I cannot help but wonder what this lovely looking group, performing at a 1969 sexhibition in Copenhagen, sounded like. Who were they? Did they make any records? Are they still around? (Pictures from an old Swedish weekly, picked up in a thrift store in Stockholm).</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114374668627659679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114374668627659679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114374668627659679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/wonderful-copenhagen.html' title='Wonderful Copenhagen'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114357313330647312</id><published>2006-03-28T20:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:38:08.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One shot, two people, three laughs</title><summary type='text'>Hopefully coming soon to a TV near you and me, 'Who's Toby?' might be the funniest British comedy-drama since 'The Office'. Made by WindowSlaws films, the people who gave us... well nothing that comes to mind actually save the odd music video, the series (all improvised) follows two young men, Aaron and Toby, on "their terribly important and life affirming gap year". It has witty and insightful </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114357313330647312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114357313330647312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114357313330647312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-shot-two-people-three-laughs_28.html' title='One shot, two people, three laughs'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114341185286297974</id><published>2006-03-27T00:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:01:38.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><summary type='text'>Been having fun lately with the great little DIY blues maker recently mentioned on my friend Andy's blog. It also reminded me of a wonderful blues primer that was doing the rounds a few years ago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114341185286297974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114341185286297974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114341185286297974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114331780777976318</id><published>2006-03-25T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:06:02.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa Teng</title><summary type='text'>While waiting for me to find a proper use for the blog: Here, for all to enjoy, is a light garagy little number from an LP my dad bought way back when we lived in Singapore. I've learned that it's by one Teresa Teng, but I don't know the title of the song or when it's from, nor the title of the LP because it's all in Chinese... but I do know I've loved it since I first heard it.Teresa Teng | High</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114331780777976318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114331780777976318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114331780777976318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/teresa-teng_25.html' title='Teresa Teng'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114319376638271218</id><published>2006-03-24T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:01:38.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At some point in the process, I should probably figure out why I even need a blog...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114319376638271218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114319376638271218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114319376638271218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-some-point-in-process-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24649569.post-114319079002293428</id><published>2006-03-24T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:01:38.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The plan</title><summary type='text'>Right, here's what I'm going to do: I will create blogs on several sites, post to all of them simultaneously, see which one gets read/commented on the most, and then delete the others. And if none of them gets read, I will say to myself "told you so". Good plan? Thought not...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24649569&amp;postID=114319079002293428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114319079002293428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24649569/posts/default/114319079002293428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaaak.blogspot.com/2006/03/plan.html' title='The plan'/><author><name>PC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09040802898420265166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
