are you a fan of the bizarre in music? If so, I suggest you subscribe to Music for Maniacs.
this site was kindly drawn to my attention by thunderbox – all credit (or otherwise) to him.
seen on swisstone‘s journal first, but it’s spreading …
done with iTunes on Mac (obviously 🙂
how many songs
9969, 74.74Gb. We still have literally hundreds of vinyl albums to rip.
sort by artist
first: 4 Non Blondes
sort by song title
first song: 13 – Lee Ritenour
last song: Zomby Woof – Frank Zappa
sort by time
shortest: Bright Noise – Daft, The Art of Noise (6 secs)
longest: Fred Frith and Jean-Pierre Drouet – Improvisations
sort by album
first: … And Then There Were Three – Genesis
last: Zeit – Tangering Dream
(lots of tracks with no album tag, mind)
first song that comes up on shuffle
Flying Cowboy – Blue Nile and Ricky Lee Jones
How many songs come up when you search for “death”?
How many songs come up when you search for “love”?
How many songs come up when you search for “fuck”?
please to remember that this is the house jukebox – anything dodgy can be laid at perlmonger‘s door!
the music genome, www.pandora.com
I suspect I could
waste spend a lot of time here …
couple of Outs this week … firstly, Show of Hands on Tuesday at St Georges in Bristol. SoH are probably my favourite live band, even though they are folk 🙂 Moyra (WINOLJ) came up from Berks to accompany us, before wending her way northwestwards for a funeral.
she was introduced to Show of Hands by me – I gave her a CD of theirs. The band are more than happy for people to spread their music around like this, and say so at every concert; if only more musicians were able to do this, but the record companies wouldn’t like it, would they?
Phil and Steve were accompanied during the second half by Miranda Sykes, a singer / double bass player from Lincoln with a voice that we knew could do folk, but didn’t know could do jazz. Well, she can!
as always, a most enjoyable night.
firstly, the sound mix was dire. Absolutely appalling. The brass section were mixed up too high, and you couldn’t hear any of the vocals properly. Such a shame, because Sam Browne and Ruby Turner are both fabulous singers.
and then there was the
elephant chap in the seat next to me. He was *gargantuan*. He can’t have been much more than 20 years old, and while I’m hopeless at judging weight in avoirdupois, he must have been at least 25 stone (that’s 350lbs for my transatlantic readers). He bulged over the edge of the shiny new seat, so that I had to sit twisted and hunched. Then he proceeded to eat. And eat. Two packets of chocolate, a bag of crisps, a bottle of coke, a banana (a banana?! in a concert?! oh yes – the smell was nauseating). At least, that was what I noticed, in about an hour and a half, and then we went to have a dance, and find somewhere else to sit. He’s probably there still, unless they managed to get a crane into the hall.
oh, and the support act was Chris Difford, who used to be in Squeeze. His voice is gone, and he just rehashed old Squeeze numbers, but Glenn Tilbrook he ain’t. Not enjoyable – avoid.
high spot of the evening was the guest star with Mr Holland, one Marc Almond – I must say that a rhythm and blues version of Tainted Love worked remarkably well, although I kept expecting it to segue into the 12″ version :… )
nothing really, except that Family are very fine indeed.
busy, busy – hurtling round Bristol and its environs:
just sitting down now with a Nice Cup of Tea, before perlmonger wall mounts the 18″ flattie, to give Iggy back his desk space, and stop him thwipping everything off my desk in a temper, then doing battle with the Tivo / Freeview.
I shall be cooking stir fried duck with mushrooms tonight, and making a vat of spiced red cabbage to go with tomorrow’s meat loaf. I like weekends.