Tigermilk

For most self-confessed indie kids, growing up, musically, in Glasgow in the late 90′s meant a certain familiarity with a collection of twee troubadours collected around a songwriter named Stuart Murdoch.  Belle and Sebastian, named after the 60′s children’s book by French writer Cécile Aubry, came together around the now sadly missed Grosvenor Cafe on Glasgow’s Ashton Lane.  The band were formed to record Stuart’s songs for an album to be released through Stow College’s Electric Honey record label as part of their Music Industry course – and that album became Tigermilk, not so much a seminal album as a Twee ‘bible’.

Tigermilk begins with a statement of intent with the astonishing “The State That I Am In”.  Even 16 years later, and after countless moments of genius, Murdoch has still to better this wonderful piece of writing.  Though absolutely my favourite song on the album, it wasn’t the first I had heard; “She’s Losing It” takes that honour.  I remember after hearing it for the first time on the Radio, I made a bee-line for Avalanche Records the very next day coming away with both Tigermilk and the Dog on Wheels e.p.  There is a beautifully, almost whimsically, naive quality to the songwriting of songs like “Mary Jo” and “We Rule The School” that is finely balanced against the mesmerizing storytelling of “Expectations” or “I Could Be Dreaming”.

Everything about Tigermilk reminds me of the last days of school, my first stabs at songwriting and my first days of college; though it was several years later that I found myself on the same Stow college course, staffing Electric Honey for a year.  Shamefully, however, we didn’t sign a band suited to the label’s illustrious back catalogue, bands like Belle and Sebastian, Biffy Clyro and Snow Patrol.  No, we signed some ‘Big Beat’, ‘Baggy’ dross from Airdrie.  Oh well, you live and learn.

Should you be practicing right now?

Welcome to the Toon, Papiss Cissé

What. A. Goal.

Wunder by name…

 Another month and another trip to the Filharmonia Nardowa.  My first trip in February was a bit of a shot in the dark.  I don’t know enough Tchaikovsky to consider myself a fan but the chance to hear Ingolf Wunder play the Piano Concerto No. 1 in B flat Minor was too good an opportunity.  I’d vaguely heard of Wunder as the 2nd Prize winner at the 2010 Chopin competition and knew that he’d recently signed with Deutsche Grammophon so I was interested to see how he played.  I wasn’t disappointed.

To begin, the orchestra played the wonderful Stanisław Moniuszko’s “Overture Nowy Don Kichot czyli Sto szaleństw”, an ebullient experience.  That was followed by Mirecki’s Symphony before the interval.  Ingolf Wunder  appeared after the break and made quite an impression, especially with the Concerto’s Allegro con fuoco; so much so he received a standing ovation and was twice called back for encores.

As seems to be the norm this winter, the walk home from the Filharmonia, while terribly cold of hand, was wonderfully warm of heart.

Books, books, books. January ’12

 At New Year, I always set myself a challenge to read as much as I can across the next 12 months, with a bare minimum expectation of at least one per month.  So far, I’ve started strongly with 4 books done and dusted throughout January.

Maestros, Masterpieces and Madness: The Secret Life and Shameful Death of the Classical Record Industry by Norman Lebrecht
It was a good start to the year as I read this book on the plane home to Warsaw.  Largely a potted history of the Classical record industry from its wax-disc birth to the CD revolution, it tells the story of the rise of many of the main players from Decca to DG to EMI and their marquee names such as Karajan, Toscanini and Schnabel; and it tells the story of how it all fell, spectacularly, apart.

Parallels and Paradoxes by Edward W. Said and Daniel Barenboim
This is a fascinating insight into two incredibly creative and philosophical minds.  Said, an author and intellectual, Barenboim a musician and conductor; the former a Palestinian, the latter an Argentinian born Jew and both the best of friends.  What follows is an extraordinary exchange of ideas in a series of fascinating dialogues on politics, art, music and literature.

How I Escaped My Certain Fate by Stewart Lee
I only barely remember Stewart Lee’s early collaborations with Richard Herring in the 90′s and it is only after his return to stand-up with the show “90′s comedian” that I started to really pay attention.  Since then, he’s become my favourite stand-up comedian and someone whose politics and ideals I’ve come to hugely respect.  …Certain Fate is a set of annotated transcripts of his Stand-up shows that give a fascinating insight into the construct of a stand-up comedy routine and the art (and it is, clearly, an art) of comedy itself.

The Baskerville Legacy – A Confession by John O’Connell
The first novel I’ve read this year, is a short book my parents gave me for Christmas, though I’ve since found that my dad read it before me.  Thanks dad.  It tells the story of a young journalist’s chance meeting with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Doyle’s suggestion they collaborate on a novel.  I’m always skeptical of books claiming to be ‘based on real events’ so I read this, as I do with all such books, as if entirely fictional and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Next month maybe a little more lean in numbers as the two from ‘my queue’ I’ve an eye on are a little longer than the 4 this month.  I’ll update again in a month or so.




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