I’ve already mentioned that I started writing these posts about songs that turned out to not constitute Yacht Rock before I realised what Yacht Rock was and that I didn’t like Yacht Rock – well, hardly any. I thought Yacht Rock just meant MOR Country & Western records. Where I got that idea, I don’t…
Nacht Yacht Rock #4 Lyin’ Eyes – The Eagles.
. 4. The Eagles – Lyin’ Eyes. The records I’ve been writing about all appear on a playlist I’ve made on my phone that I’ve been listening to as I go on my daily walk. I put it together because I realised that I have quite a lot of MOR schlock on it and,…
Nacht Yacht Rock #3 Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love To Town) – Roger Miller.
Roger Miller – Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love To Town). Tragically, there’s only audio of this record on YouTube – I’ve never seen Roger Miller on film or live so I only have photographs of him. I don’t know how he moved or how he sang and that might be for the best because I…
Nacht Yacht Rock #2 I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues – Elton John.
Elton John – I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues. I remember this when it was first out. I wasn’t buying records by that point and wouldn’t have bought this even if I was, even though I really liked it. I still like it – in fact I think it’s fab, but that…
Nacht Yacht Rock #1 Sylvia’s Mother – Dr Hook & The Medicine Show.
I meant to write about Yacht Rock, I really did. I like the word ‘yacht’ on account of how definite it sounds when anybody says it and I like how it’s spelled. I don’t particularly like yachts themselves but nor do I dislike them especially. I don’t know much – no, I don’t know anything about…
Game Of Moans. Or, I Am The Heel That Defends The (Under)whelm(ed) Of Men. And Women.
I like Game of Thrones. Or, rather, I still like Game of Thrones, as in the present tense. I’m not one of those people who get tattoos of it or who call their children Khaleesi or who go on holiday to the locations it’s filmed at, but I enjoy it nonetheless. To qualify that statement…
Oh Jackie, I Want You Backie. Or, Farewell Scott Walker, The Captain Of The Love Boat.
My earliest memory of celebrity death is that of Elvis. I was six and it was the summer holidays. My Dad was usually the one who was at home with me and, while I’d be bodding off and about with the kids who lived near me, I always came home for dinner. His culinary expertise…
How Much Is That Dogma In The Window? Or, Altruism & Why Being Right Might Not Be As Important As You Think.
In one of these post/rants/whatever they are, ramblings, mainly – I wrote about how, when I used to teach Biology, I’d ask kids whether they believed in evolution or creationism and how practically every one of the thousands of kids I’ve been in classrooms with said that they believed in evolution but, when questioned about…
Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 4.
Bogwoppit had what Shandy Boberts may have balked at describing as a ‘team‘ because it consisted of two other people who actually did things. Shandy would have probably referred to the three people as an army. One was a handyman who was building – and making an unusually good job of it – the studios….
Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 3.
Management ‘team‘, as Shandy Boberts liked to describe the set up in the box room of his house in Northallerton in place; an unusually large local following and songs flowing thick and fast in my living room, we were “poised,” as he described it, to start making it into “The Big Time“. Nothing could have…
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