Toadcast #49 – Hangovers
By the time this is published I will be lying in bed in Toad Hall with a hangover like a nasty case of death warmed up. The Song, by Toad Christmas Party was on Friday 5th December, and given how exhausted I am at the moment I would imagine that about two or three gins into the evening I will be whistling Waltzing Matilda out my fucking ears.
Still, the Meursault album will be out, the party will be sorted, the Song, by Toad Records publicity juggernaut will be chuntering along comfortably and I will be able to begin the gentle slide into Christmas relaxation. Finally finally finally. I am so fucking exhausted from all the bloody time I’ve thrown into this since the Summer, and over Christmas there will be two weeks off with little to do but move this site all over to self-hosting and tinker a little with the design.
I’ll be trying to make the sessions and Toad Records things a little more prominent, and generally poking about in general. The problem is that my CSS is so piss-poor that I really am limited in what I can do, so I’ll just have to hope it turns out okay. I am loath to pay someone to redesign the thing for me though, because that seems to be somewhat contrary to the Spirit of All Things Toad.
The Spirit of All Things Toad, of course, being gin.
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01. The National – Fake Empire (01.30)
02. Doveman – Teacup (06.05)
03. Samamidon – Wild Bill Jones (12.53)
04. Phil & the Osophers – High Art (22.43)
05. Miracles of Modern Science – MR2 (26.15)
06. Radiohead – Idioteque (32.49)
07. Chopps Derby – Down the Dogs (41.22)
08. The 1900s – Age of Metals (47.01)
09. Alela Diane – White as Diamonds (50.12)
10. The Wave Pictures – Leave the Scene Behind (58.07)
If the programmer would accept it, pay them in gin and a selection of Toad Records…
Congratulations on the launch party – unfortunate timing as I just arrived back to Scotland today. I’m going to be around on Friday night, so if you are going to any good gigs, let me know and I’ll bring my £8 along for a copy of the Meursault album.
so am i to take it that the party went well? i’m a little confused but it seems like it must have or there’d be mroe about it.
congratulations, in that case!
I’ve spent the weekend sleeping it off, Madame Chutney. Yesterday I achieved the grand total of nothing at all, and basically lay on the couch all day watching movies. Bliss.
Bliss? Depends on the movies.
Well maybe. The shitter the better in this case. Anything with any intellectual merit is not welcome.
In that case, allow me to recommend the Kevin Costner Collection.
Is that your Christmas dinner in that photo, C&B?
So what did you watch?
It amazes that someone with such lofty ideals for their musical taste can have such abysmal taste in films.
It’s all a sham Bart, Matthew’s carefully constructed man-about-town image with a taste for the obscure.
The fact of the matter is that he was curled up on the sofa all afternoon glued to the Eastenders Omnibus!
No, more likely movies with spaceships and ’splosions. Shallow, not stupid, thank you.
Who can ever forget this classic moment from Oscar history?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQGSri7WqFM
Are you saying that’s what Matthew was doing on the couch, C&B?
thanks for the download.. nice selection of songs here.. toad’s got a weird voice too.
Cheers for the nice words but, erm, weird? Only if you’ve never ever listened to the BBC. You should listen to the Oldcast if you want weird. I’m so fucking plastered I can barely speak English.
where do i find the oldcast?
nevermind.. downloadin now.
Sorry – I’m working on the navigation. Expect a revamp in the new year. And I accept no liability for any damages caused by total incoherence, drunken rambling, or general inability to construct even the most basic of sentences.
Mr. Toad!
You’re a rad genius! Your cerebral and kinetic jaunt has been a wonderful time
The fact that you have included the stylings of Chopps Derby just elevates your status to superstardom! Mrs. Toad is a wise young thang! Chopps is indeed satire, I insist it’s satire of the truest kind, which means it is that much more etched in the surreality of day to day haps of all us peeps. Everytime i visit Disneyland California, i enjoy your Wild Ride, coincidentally, Chopps was with me last time, and it was at the happiest place on earth that i learned “Derby” is pronounced in a Mancunian fashion, although, i say it like a Yank just to pull his chain
Toad and Toadette, are you also familiar with Mr. Chopps alter ego, Babywipe? Good stuff.
Thanks! You have today created a new fan, and in that, a monster! Ta’ra!