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Well, if I were gay, I suppose I would …

My small tribute to Oscar Meezer.

Specifically, he murders the beautiful David Gates song If. (David Gates was the lead singer of 1970s group Bread.)

I’m glad Telly went to Birmingham, my home town.

But we all remember him as Kojak. Here’s a classic episode.

Telly Savalas 1924-1994: Independent obituary

This post is dedicated to Tess Kincaid @ Willow Manor.

Annoying little cunt

The perfect definition of irony has to be Justin Bieber being beaten to death with a hardback copy of Charles Darwin’s The Origin of Species.

Irony is nowhere apparent in Alanis Morissette’s song Isn’t It Ironic? the lyrics of which merely list things that happen that might tend to spoil your day. She is Canadian, but it’s no excuse.

Rihanna, Katy Perry and an annoying little cunt

At the MTV Video Music Awards in Los Angeles, USA, sexy songstresses Rihanna and Katy Perry were disappointed when they rubbed their tits on annoying little cunt Justin Bieber and he didn’t get an erection.

“I was like … whatever! You annoying little cunt, ain’t you got no prick or what?” said Rihanna.

“My nipples were erect and that was about all,” said Katy.

Talent-free shemale chanteuse and vertical bacon sandwich Lady Gaga has defended the “meat dress” she wore at the MTV Video Music Awards saying it was not disrespectful towards “vegans and vegetarians”.

The singer told US chatshow host Ellen DeGeneres that the outfit was a protest against the way the army in America treats gay soldiers. Lesbian, bisexual and gay people can serve in the US military as long as they don’t reveal their sexual orientation.

“This is a woman in control of her own image and turning the tables on society,” says Laurie Penny, a feminist writer and blogger. “As Lady Gaga herself said at the awards: ‘If we don’t stand up for our rights soon we’re going to have as much rights as the meat on our bones. And I am not a piece of meat.’ It’s a clever play on women being viewed as chunks of flesh, as pieces of meat, as things to be consumed,” says Ms Penny. “It’s a sly wink at that aspect of society and the joke is on us. Just take her quip about asking Cher to hold her meat purse. She is the one laughing.”

It’s a bold statement, but definitely not a silly stunt, says Ms Penny. The dress has been very carefully made and is not just slabs of meat thrown together – it is like a “beautiful couture dress”. This attention to detail shows it is something Gaga has thought through.

“People will say it’s mad or crazy and, of course, there is a shock factor to it. But it is all very cleverly done and very calculated. This is a woman in control of herself and her image. I think it’s brilliant.”

I think it’s fucking stupid and Lady Gaga is fucking stupid and MTV is fucking stupid and Cher is fucking stupid and vegans are fucking stupid and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) are fucking stupid and US soldiers are fucking stupid …

Some people will do anything to be on Italian TV.

Am I the only one who thinks Amy Winehouse is eminently fuckable? The fake tits and tan really do it for me.

Seriously, Amy, I am the man for you. I hear you are single now. I smoke, I drink. Please get in touch. No pressure. Come to Manchester. You will feel at home, there are lots of Jews up here.

Remember, every time you listen to Michael Nyman’s music, a kitten dies.

I group him with those other two “populist-minimalist” composers who like to dabble in film music, Ludovico Einaudi and Philip Glass. None of them float my boat. It bothers me even more that they seem to take themselves far too seriously, unlike the relatively humble and likeable John Adams.

In all fairness, Nyman’s soundtracks to The Piano and Gattaca both fitted their respective films very well, but it’s not music I’d want to listen to out of context. In fact, rather than listen to it at all I would pull out my own fingernails, that’d be less painful.

In my humble opinion, he is a pop music composer masquerading as something else.

Nyman was originally a musicologist specialising in the music of Purcell. Eventually, he became interested in the experimental techniques being developed in America and even wrote a book about it called Experimental Music: Cage and Beyond. Then he wrote some music for a play which required it to sound like ancient music and be the loudest possible ensemble without amplification. He liked the sound, so this group became the Michael Nyman Band. His ensemble then went on to record several soundtracks for films, particularly Peter Greenaway films. By far his best music was written for films, but he also has some good non-film music, particularly his String Quartet No. 3.

Nyman is pretty addictive. He has a sound which is part ancient music (think Purcell) and part modern pop music. Like pop music you can listen to a lot of it for a long period of time, but then you need something else.

This is very worrying. I still adore it with all my heart, respect, love, worship it; but I’ve noticed that I’m listening to it less and less. I haven’t bought a CD for months, and recently I haven’t really been listening to music at all; when I do it’s usually some pop song.

I want to recapture that old love. When I do summon up the energy to put on a Mahler symphony my soul burns bright, I just hardly ever do for some reason

I wonder if this affects us when we get to a certain age. There comes a time when we think we have heard everything, e.g. yet another new release of Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No.1. How many more to come, we’ve heard it all before, then boredom sets in.

An old professor of mine was of the opinion that people listen to too much music. While I would never get rid of the recordings I have, I think there’s something to that. In particular, we don’t give the attention to music that it deserves.

The answer could be listening less. I try to set aside time when I can give music my full attention in a relaxed environment without distractions.

Turn the lights out.
Pour a glass of wine or good single malt.
Don’t spill the drink in the dark.

Black Dogs Defined

This is the best of me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another: my life was as the vapour and is not; but this I saw and knew; this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory.

(John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies)

Whatever people say I am, that’s what I’m not.

(Alan Sillitoe, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning)

This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me.

(Emily Dickinson, This is my letter to the world)

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

(Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second Fig)

R.A.D. Stainforth

I was born before The Beatles’ first LP and brought up in the reeking slums of Jericho. I am in love with a woman called Hazel and in love with her daughter, also called Hazel, both of whom I met at Alcoholics Anonymous.

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