It’s that time of the week once more, when I pop over to Fresh Air Towers and pollute the airwaves of Edinburgh’s innocent student population with my ranting and rambling for a couple of hours.  Yes, I am on Edinburgh’s student radio station between the hours of 6.30pm and 8pm this evening (British Summer Time, I think)

To listen, go to the Fresh Air homepage and click on the big Listen Live button in the top left.

I’ll update this post with the playlist as I go along, and you should all feel free to chip in with comments here and there, should you have anything to add, or just generally feel abusive.  Oh, and apparently I was voted Best Specialist Show at the awards on Saturday, while I was rather ungratefully off getting pished at Trampoline so, er, sorry guys and thanks very much.

1. Monty Python Theme Song (Oh yes, yes I did!)
2. Cherry Ghost – Mathematics
3. Elk City – Los Cruzados
4. Tom Waits – Just the Right Bullets
5. Barton Carroll – Those Days Are Gone and My Heart is Breaking
6. Helicopter Girl – Cry Mississippi
7. Lucky Jim – Our Troubles End Tonight
8. Sad Day For Puppets – Little Light
9. Haunted House – Rattled Out in Makeup
10. Donny Hue & the Colors – Oh Lord
11. Tom Waits – What Keeps Mankind Alive
12. Eels – Devil’s Dog
13. Samantha Crain & the Midnight Shivers – Bananfish Revolution
14. American Music Club – Mantovani the Mind Reader
15. Tom Waits – Bad Liver and a Broken Heart

That’s all for this week, folks.  Tune in again next week, same time, for the last show this semester.

This podcast is sort of like the Clustercast should have been.  I haven’t actually listened to it yet, so I don’t know if it’s any good, but it sort of felt better, somehow.  It isn’t anything like that incoherent and garbled anyway, which is a relief.

We spent the day collecting for the lifeboats, along with some excellent help from our pals Dylan from Blueback Hotrod, Neil from Meursault, Ed from 17 Seconds, Dave, Michael and the Stormettes from The Stormy Seas and Morgan from, erm, Glasgow.  I have to point out how important their help was as well.  It’s easy to talk a good game and then to pussy out at the last minute, but despite the fact that both Neil and Ed had other things on today, everyone made the time to come down and help out, which is bloody good of them.  We collected a fair chunk of cash – Mrs. Toad’s pretty blonde colleague collected the most, rather predictably.  Maybe we need fewer beardy alt-folkies and more hot babes next year.

Enjoy the podcast, then; we’ve got a lot of nautically-themed songs this week and could have had even more.  There are loads of songs, and we had far more on the list before trimming.  It’s a bit out of control, this podcast, but actually I think it’s quite good.  Dylan’s roving reporter slots are just… well, they’re just.  They’re just. That’s what they are.  Experience them for yourself.  Good luck.

Toadcast #67 – The Wuzzlecast

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01. The Pogues – The Ship Comes In (05.57)
02. Sad Day For Puppets – Big Waves (09.07)
03. Neutral Milk Hotel – In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (17.44)
04. James Yorkston – Sir Patrick Spens (26.22)
05. The Second Hand Marching Band – Not Yet (38.40)
06. The Stormy Seas – The Sea Wind (42.40)
07. Ute Lemper – Little Water Song (50.31)
08. Frightened Rabbit – Floating in the Forth (57.25)
09. Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians – The Wreck of the Arthur Lee (64.53)
10. American Music Club – The Song of the Rats Leaving the Sinking Ship (75.43)

For reference, here are some YouTube videos which inspired this podcast:

I’ve not had anything to say about Sarah Palin and the Republican ticket in general yet, but those of you who know me probably know that it’s been coming. McCain is basically just a bit pathetic. He used to be the voice of reason and tolerance in the Republican Party, and it was genuinely good news that he was nominated to run. Now, unfortunately, in order to generate any sort of enthusiasm within a party base who generally don’t trust him, he has been forced to capitulate to all the standard Christian Right idiocy and has managed to not only sacrifice his credibility in the process, but also any semblance of dignity.

I was genuinely amazed when Palin was first nominated as the VP candidate, and the gamut of emotions I experienced swung wildly from delighted horror, to cackling amusement as she blundered her way about the place, cheerfully lying through her teeth and splendidly displaying her gold medal-standard ignorance for everyone to enjoy – basically showing herself for the vapid little small-town ignoramus she is. It was, for a bit, really quite funny. But not for all that long.

Watching the gleeful, baying enthusiasm from the troglodytes to whom she appeals was bad enough, but it’s the smug, self-satisfied smirk on her face when she yet again fails to answer a simple question with even a spoonful of coherence that finally began to ruin the fun. This parochial fishwife simply has no idea how contemptuous she is. Has anyone seen Kirstie Alley in Drop Dead Gorgeous? That is who Sarah Palin is. Read the rest of this entry »

Hello people, more podcastenfun once again.  Having done the Deathcast recently, I thought it might be nice to do the polar opposite – the Birthcast.  This week’s podcast is all about the birth of Song, by Toad.  I’ll tell you about how I started writing about music, how I discovered blogs, how I discovered that what I was writing was in fact a blog and how I ultimately ended up on WordPress writing what you are now reading.  r casually skimming over, depending on your bent.

It has also ended up being something of a 2004 retrospective, because that’s when this all started, however slowly, and that side of it has been nice.  I had met Mrs. Toad by this point, and I was all excited, and despite the fact that my job was bollocks, living in London was great fun.  I was on a narrowboat at Nine Elms Pier at this point, which was an amazingly brilliant place to live, and I used to cook myself kettle noodles because I couldn’t be arsed firing up the stove.  I’d boil some water, throw it over some noodles and some stock and chuck in lots of fresh veg – bloody delicious.

Toadcast #40 – The Birthcast

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01. Modest Mouse – Bury Me With It (01.39)
02. The Fiery Furnaces – Chris Matthews (07.57)
03. The Innocence Mission – I Have Not Seen This Day Before (Live) (17.54)
04. American Music Club – Only Love Can Set You Free (22.57)
05. Brian Wilson – Cabin Essence (28.40)
06. Andrew Bird – Lull (35.30)
07. Jim White – Static on the Radio (42.52)
08. Tom Waits – Trampled Rose (49.09)
09. The Dears – Lost in the Plot (54.36)
10. Giant Sand – Anarchistic Bolshevistic Cowboy Bundle (59.43)

During my time in London I spent a lot of time living at Nine Elms Pier, on a succession of boats. Initially, I was on a huge Humber Keel barge called the Charles William, until the owner sold her. I was incredibly lazy about arranging somewhere else to live, but it looked like I was going to have to move off the pier, which I really didn’t want. Then, by some happy accident, on the day before I had to move out someone appeared on the permanently empty little narrowboat moored just next to the Charles William. We got chatting, and I moved in the following morning – he was unable to make any use of the boat due to living a bit too far away, and was glad of the rent.

I loved living on the pier so much I actually bought a narrowboat when one came up for sale later that year, see here, and the picture above. This was, as Sod’s Law would have it, just before I was finally offered a job in Edinburgh to be with Mrs. Toad. The timing was rotten, but I did a lot of work on her and was able to sell on reasonably easily, so I managed to do okay out of it all. I was pretty lucky though. Boats degrade pretty bloody fast and I could have been sitting on a colossal, gradually sinking white elephant if things had gone badly.

Anyhow, at about the time I moved from the Charles William to the Lagom – the tiny little Narrowboat – I was really enjoying reading the independent music magazine Comes With a Smile. It was run by Matt who I think is a graphic designer by profession, and this really showed in the gorgeous layouts and artwork. Every issue (roughly quarterly) he would compile a CD for us which was a perfect combination of new things, with a fine dash of stuff I already knew, just for familiarity’s sake. He had a real love for intimate, mellow Americana and I discovered loads of groups through his compilations.

CWaS folded eventually, and the last issue was in late 2005. Perhaps in this internet age, printing an actual magazine was always going to be an impossible enterprise for so small an operation, but I very much miss my occasional brown envelopes from Matt. There was so much personal thought and emotional investment in the stuff, it was almost like being round at his house while he played tapes for you.

I mentioned this because I have two CDs of highlights from various samplers which I made simultaneously at about the time I was moving between boats, called, not terribly imaginatively, ‘Farewell to the Charles William’ and ‘Welcome to the Lagom’. They are both so full of Comes With a Smile songs that every time I hear them I think of Matt and his ultimately doomed labour of love. He’ll probably never read this of course, but thanks, wherever you are.

Sun Kil Moon – Carry Me Ohio
Micah P. Hinson – Close Your Eyes
Jim White – Static on the Radio
Giant Sand – Brand New Cumberland Gap
American Music Club – Mantovani the Mind Reader

Ah, that felt good. I’ve been so busy trying to catch up with all the music I want to tell you about that it’s been ages since I remembered to prattle on aimlessy about nothing much in particular for an entire post.