Heard from Paul this morning - He had a good grin over this !
Many years ago now, I used to see young guys lying on boards, apparently spinning on their backbones to some thudding, headache-inducing racket. It seemed to me a potentially exhausting way of attracting the female eye. Just taking your dick out was enough at a punk rock thrash in '77. I guess we had the best of it.
And here was me imagining young Simons had grown to young manhood on Mr. Chet and Miss Anita.
I'm thinking they would have been in the mix for him. His flat is filled with art books and 20th century design classics.
Last edited by heikki k (2011-12-09 03:03:51)
This would be around 1980/81. I was too old to take any of it seriously. It was pretty much Blind Lemon Jefferson and Parker for me by then. I suspect most of those kids I saw are now middle-aged granddads with beer bellies and polyester football shirts, not discerning, graceful appreciators of early Blue Note.
Tell the truth, James Brown was old
'Til Eric and Rakim came out with 'I Got Soul'
Rap brings back old R 'n' B
And if we would not, people could've forgot
Sorry, I just don't care for much of it. Never could get too excited over singers like Big Joe Turner, for instance. I like divas rather more nowadays: Lucia Popp, Tebaldi, Sutherland. I also like Hoagy Carmichael, Blossom Dearie and Julie London. I cannot imagine how I ever managed to listen to people like Joy Division.
^^^chiltern (andy i presume?), guess you're right as of most people not going further than following a newest trend for a year or two, then moving on, becoming what most people do, not caring about music, culture etc.
what majority does / becomes doesn't single out what minorities do / become does it. the people i referred to were / are dj's / record collectors who got interested in music via hip hop the first time around. having collected soul / funk / what have you in a rather small scandinavian country i myself i've naturally swapped / bought / sold records with those people over the years and some have become firm friends,and, better still, appreciators of blue note records.
the fact that you don't / didn't like early rap does not confirm the fact that all people into hip hop are mindless idiots who've become football shirt wearing lager louts beating up their wives. neither does it confirm early rap was shite. you just didn't like it, end of.
grandmaster flash was different to the roots which is different to kanye west which is .. et cetera.
not all jazz isn't that great either.
personally, i find swing era / big band stuff rather boring but i'm not citing all swing fans as boring people. my father in law is into swing, and swing only. and his taste of music may be VERY boring to me but as a person he's far from being one.
Last edited by heikki k (2011-12-09 03:25:32)
All perfectly fair points, heikki. Swing/big band is mostly not for me, either. I once suffered through a cassette of Stan Kenton just to hear Art Pepper play on the two finishing tracks.
We were also afflicted in the UK, by about 1985, with 'House' 'music'. Young men jacking their bodies or something. I was listening to Son House and Robert Johnson.
I was also a young fart, '66.
Paul is amused by how I keep trying to talk about clobber & style on this thread. And keep failing.
Amusement is the right approach. BTW, would Paul like something to hang up in the shop?
A nice, vintage framed photograph of Mr. T. Hunter, looking tres sharp.
Nice !
'Ave a word? Facebook will find him along with Jeff.
I woudnt a thought Johnny would want pics of turd burglars on his walls.
Oh I don't know, Velux, Pics of Newman & McQueen used to pop up in the window at Russell Street back in the day...
'I'm sure you're not & it doesn't matter if you are' was his verdict over dinner when I had to confess to being camp as christmas myself.
He always asks after my wife & daughter too... He fully understands that these things don't matter.
"So long as they don't do it in the street and frighten the cat". I'll take two civilised homosexuals over a dozen boneheads any day of the week.