Goodness gracious me, talk about a peculiar sense of place. Samamidon (spelled Sam Amidon in the phone book) wanted to create an utterly new, completely engrossing record of old Appalachian folksongs, and so he obviously wanted to record it . . . where? Well where else? Reykjavik. And then he called it All Is Well, and [...]
Even in my absence I didn’t want to skip this little weekly roundup of all things live and Edinbugsly, so I wrote this post in advance just to make sure I didn’t let you all down.
I hope C&B has been treating you well, and that you’ve all been nice and gracious and left him [...]
I’m from New York originally. Not the City. The State. I don’t live there anymore, but I grew up near the Catskill Mountains, which are a sort of junior varsity Adirondacks. Very bucolic and of human scale, but rarely what you’d call majestic. Anyway, when I was younger I wanted nothing to do with the place. Boring. [...]
Well, so much for joy. Now it’s time for doom and misery, Nick Cave style. Murder by Death are a four-piece from Bloomington, Indiana, but this ain’t no little ditty ‘bout Jack & Diane, and it ain’t no Jacobs School of Music post-graduate seminar either. No. This is a 1972 Dodge Polara making for the [...]
Erm, hiya. C&B here. I’m one of Matthew’s multiple personalities, and he and the lovely Mrs. Toad have left me to guard the valuables while they traipse off on one of their debauched “swinger” weekends to some Sandals resort in the Caribbean, where they’re undoubtedly lounging half-naked by the floating bar and sipping flourescent blue [...]
I am off for the weekend, going to the Fence Collective Homegame Festival up in Fife, with the shining light at the very centre of my universe, the lovely Mrs. Toad.
Normally under such circumstances I’d write a pile of posts beforehand and set them to appear at regular intervals so that it appeared that I [...]
