Not having posted last week I feel an obligation to do so today, and as such feel as though I’m phoning-this-in somewhat, so it’s only fitting as we enter double figures for The Sunday Song Poem that we acknowledge, celebrate, or otherwise just get-out-of-the-way what is perhaps be considered both the Daddy and red headed stepchild of the whole phenomenon. I’ve had a strained relationship with Ramsey Kearney‘s ‘Peace and Love’ (aka ‘Blind Man’s Penis’), stemming mostly from the fact that I long believed this to be as precious an exhibit of insanity as was evident in the last instalment, only to be enlightened by ‘Off The Charts: The Song Poem Story’ as to the fact that this particular song’s lyrics were intentionally so gorked.
“N. Senada’s (Bavarian Composer -1907-1993) “Theory of Obscurity” states that an artist can only produce pure art when the expectations and influences of the outside world are not taken into consideration.”
I shouldn’t have to be writing this because you should have been there yourself. Luckily for you, Bob is a natural phenomenon that, like some integral celestial body circles the Planet Earth every year, so you can ensure you don’t miss him next time. Though maybe it’s us that orbits him. Anyway until next year…
Friday night has appeared on the horizon, and we’ve completely shaken Thursday’s tail – I saw it get vacuumed into the vanishing point of the rearview mirror. So put ‘er in 5th, and gun that motherfucker to the liquor store, ’cause it’s the Joup Friday Album…or in today’s case, put the sprogs in bed, kick off your slippers for your outdoor shoes and pop to the Off License and get a few bevvies in, ’cause it’s the Joup Friday ‘3 EPs’ courtesy of four plucky young lads from Liverpool; we can never be sure whether they’ve had Mop Tops or not throughout their 15 year career, given their penchant for appearing decked out like The Medical Residents, resplendent in surgical caps, gowns and face masks.