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Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Musical Interlude

No time at the moment to post much, so instead a bit of musical self-indulgence. 

Seeing Neil Finn in today's Guardian reminded me of going to see Split Enz at the now demolished Hammersmith Palais in 1980 with a bunch of mates from Coventry. So here's I See Red followed by White Man in Hammersmith Palais:

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

The only book I managed to read over Christmas was Oliver Twist. The indignation barely concealed behind the withering sarcasm of Dickens' characterization of the operation of the Poor Law in the opening chapters should be an object lesson for anyone writing about social injustice today. So how about some Black Coffee with the Artful Dodger?

And finally Lisa Ekdahl's Vem Vet just because I like it.
Posted by Colin at 05:15

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