Toadcast #107 – The Tardicast
Erm, really sorry that this is so very, very late, but life rather caught up with me this week. So I never quite managed to find time to get my shit together until this evening, unfortunately.
It’s surprising how much of my time these weekly podcasts seem to take up – it can be quite hard to find an evening every single week to record these things. What I find amazing is that I don’t run out of blather. I don’t recall ever saying anything profound or all that intelligent either, so this little collection must represent hours and hours of inconsequential rambling.
On Friday a nice young lady in the pub asked me “Has anyone ever told you that you talk loads and loads.” I suppose, looking back at a hundred and some podcasts the miracle is that actually the answer to that question is ‘no, not really, not that I can remember’.
Oh, and yes, that is Tina Turner and Kim Carnes you see there. Suck it up, hipsters.
Toadcast #107 – The Tardicast
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01. The Walkmen – This Job is Killing Me (03.30)
02. Grandaddy – Hey Cowboy, the Phone’s For You (09.57)
03. Comaneci – Satisfied Girl (15.51)
04. Tina Turner – Private Dancer (17.50)
05. Trevor Moss & Hannah Lou – England (27.33)
06. Ruth Theodore – False Alarm (34.09)
07. The Waterboys – Sweet Thing (40.54)
08. Kim Carnes – Bette Davis Eyes (48.04)
09. R.E.M. – Half a World Away (53.55)
10. Radiohead – Creep (Acoustic) (59.59)
Really, Matthew – I don’t think playing Tina Turner is anything to worry about.
In fact it goes some way to redress the balance of how massively uncool the Waterboys are.
Not much, though.
Fisherman’s Blues is a classic you fucking smart arse!
Sure.
If by ‘a classic’ you mean ‘a pile of shit’.
And by ‘Fishermans Blues’ you mean ‘everything the Waterboys ever recorded’.
Then yes, Fisherman’s Blues is indeed a classic.
Oh dear Bart, you have just failed at music. I am very sorry for you.
Maybe you should go and listen to some Tina Turner to try and get some of your indie edge back.
Apparently, according to some silly Facebook app, Bart is in fact half Enya and half Chaka Khan.
Not sure what I’m bringing to the conversation with that, but I would like to see him set his inner Chaka Khan free a little more often.
I’m every woman.
Certainly I’d prefer that to his inner Enya. I don’t think I’d want to see anyone’s inner Enya.
I feel for you.