Wasn’t intended as such - but I thought I detected a certain wistfulness for a youth long past
Once knew an unfortunate chap called Richard Dick…
Parents!
I remember long ago when my then partner was working for the JMB exam board checking exam paper marking that she’d come home every day with new examples of stupid names parents had assigned to their kids - eg Neil Down!
I can better that - guy I went to school with was Richard Seaman.
Ah, but wasn’t that the most popular 'cos no fifteen year old had a clue what it was all about?
“Dad, wot’s a fandango?”
“Dunno, better ask yer mother.”
Not my genre of music at all but I do think M C Solaar is very talented. Two of my favourite songs from him are:
Sonotone
and
Caroline
And of course the original Grandmaster Flash.
Apropos whose lyrics, I’ll share a disgusting memory (look away now!!!)
In the summer of '88, working in a graphics studio in Boston’s Norh End, we went out for lunch at the Union Oyster House (inexpensive, but good and very classy). En route on a busy street, we passed a large double fronted, up-market deli. A middle-aged(?) street person / junkie type was leaning with his back to the window, pants around his ankles, face screwed-up and the results of his efforts were running down the window.
It’s a jungle out there…
Agreed - I should have specified UK/US rap.
I also like the chap who sang Formidable, and several other French rappers, though like you I don’t seek it out as a genre.
Knew a connectors rep who used to come and see me at work every so often in the early 90’s called Noah Smallshorts. Haven’t come across a better name since then, although Yorick Phoenix comes a close second.
Is he a distant relative of the South African conductor Richard Cock ?
For some reason, unknown to me, and to her, Fran chose that as her funeral music. As a result it boomed out of the speakers in the cemetary, not once, but twice, because I had refused the offer of a 2nd tune as well, and had fended off something beloved of Marie-Paule by someone called Whutney Housten.
Early Pink Floyd, Sid Barratt lyrics take some beating surely?
The madcap laughs
I know a mouse, and he hasn’t got a house
I don’t know why I call him Gerald
The OH has bought me two original release VG+ copies of Saucerful of Secrets and Relics for my birthday this year.
I crashed my first car into a hedge listening, air guitars and shouting along to the Nile song, with a couple of mates in the car . It was probably a bit like that film with a couple of headbangers in it…cant remember what it was called.
I’m lucky enough to have heard the original multitrack and the unadorned vocal line definitely sounded like ‘the world in which we’re living’.
A bit of trivia - one entire track was dedicated to a duck call effect…
Thats the one, and why I didn’t see the hedge (hair amongst other things😬) . Fortunately no one was hurt, and we did it before Wayne!
An AMC pacer would make an interesting classic car. They seem to be holding their price in the US, €20K’for a decent one.
Very tasteful.
On an adjacent topic (and post ) I think there have been PhD theses written about the placement and representation of women in French advertising. Clearly a subject worthy of study.
French women are always worthy of study. Or is that not what you meant?
Most of my favourite bad lyrics are mondegreens, the best being a Bee Gee’s classic in which I believed they were singing ‘you came to me on a submarine’.