Song, by Toad is a Preening, Pomaded Popinjay!
Yes, I know, you can say it. What a handsome devil eh? Darn, I look mighty fine. Suited, booted and ready to cut a dash in the very finest of smart society. Song, by Toad today graduates to the big leagues – just check out that URL. Oooh, it makes me quiver just to look at it.
Of course, this is basically the equivalent of Pamela Anderson’s boob job because despite being undoubtedly easy on the eye, the new and apparently improved Song, by Toad will still be a grotty little trailer-park slapper underneath. I proudly vow to uphold my reputation for being a cesspit of vulgarity, shoddy journalism, questionable ethics, foul language and a gloriously alcohol-fuelled disdain for anything resembling professionalism. And I still haven’t found the spellcheck either.
That sketch took me all morning too, although it would have been a lot quicker if I hadn’t been forced to hurriedly cover it up whenever one of my colleagues walked by. One caught me at it and asked ‘Why are you drawing an alien?’ Toad, you fool, it’s a fucking TOAD! Grr. Bunch of philistines, every last bloody one!
So here’s a couple of rather fine tunes, just to kick things off in style. One mad and one menacing, just as you’d expect. And then a real oldie. Why? Well because Louise Wener was a absolute babe, that’s why.
Tom Waits – Just the Right Bullets
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Lovely Creature
Sleeper – Lie Detector
Hmm Louise Wener. Brings me out in a cold sweat just thinking about her. Terrific posts for your first go on your super-dooper looking page too. May your ‘trailer park antics carry on undiminished’. Oh, and I love the sketch – well worth the hassle.
Thanks Vicar. I am quite embarrassingly excited. It’s all the same old toss it was before of course, but the new look makes it seem all sparkly and somehow better. I just went back to my blogspot site and caught myself thinking ‘euch, that old thing’. Oh people can be so fickle!
And Louise Wener – may have been my first proper indie crush.
Fuckin hell. I come in from work on Easter Thursday half-jaked. Go in to see in what way the funniest man on the planet will make me smile, and I need the sunglasses just to read the thing. Either that or I’ve swallowed a tablet that borders on the illegal. I’m away to lie down and come back in the morning. I’m just seeing that Louise Wener is being talkend about as a crush….I’m loads older than Louise Wener. What has happened to my life??
Oh, and I saw Sleeper support Blur back in 1993. It’s the one advantage of being a codger….
Sunglasses? Sunglasses??? JC, you ungrateful bastard! That little scribble took me all morning, and this is a very sophisticated shade of green I’ll have you know – one Laura Ashley would be proud of, dammit. This is a classy enterprise these days just you understand!