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Friday is Coked off its Tits

No, not really.  My standard excuse for not doing drugs, and I think it’s a good one, is that I struggle enough to contain the one in which I do partake, which is alcohol.  Adding another self-destructive pharmaceutical to the list would just be plain fucking silly. And so I have never partaken of anything more horrifying than marijuana. I think this would make me a shit parent.

“Don’t do drugs”
“Why, Dad?”
“Umm, I dunno, but mostly because they’re a pointless waste of everyone’s time.”
“Oh right, so they’re not evil or anything?”
“Well no, but they’re kind of like sugar and salt – mostly fun but best avoided in general.”

It’s not exactly a chilling message of horror, is it.  Don’t do drugs because, more than anything, if you get caught doing them bad things might happen.  Otherwise, who fucking cares? But some of them are quite ropey.  Dammit, I want to write a brochure for teh Gubmint.

Anyhow, it’s Friday, so time to snort coke off a teenage Hungarian hooker’s backside and get so drunk you fall asleep in a gutter in a town you’ve never been to before.  Like Livingstone.  And please don’t go to Livingstone, because no disrespect, but it really is fucking shit.

Umm… so yes, the Friday Fives. Sorry ’bout that!

1. If you were to buy a teenager off eBay for sexual tasks, where would you buy them from?
2. If you were to be king or queen of some kingdom or other, which would it be?
3. Christen your dragon protector.
4. If someone had to set Nick Hornby on fire for being one of the worst authors in living memory, to which part would you put the taper first?
5. If you owned a record shop, which album that no-one would ever buy would take pride of place in your window display?

This week’s five songs were taken from the High Fidelity soundtrack.

The Jam – Town Called Malice

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Smog – Cold Blooded Old Times

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The Beta Band – Dry the Rain

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Elvis Costello & the Attractions – Shipbuilding

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Bob Dylan – Most of the Time

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Toadcast #86 – The Deathcast

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DO NOT WORRY!  This is not a podcast stuffed full of tedious moralising and empty pontificating and generally depressing garbage about a subject far too weighty and philosophical for this sort of half-arsed internet enterprise.  In fact, towards the end it really gets quite chipper.

Basically, there are so many extraordinarily good murder ballads that that particular aspect could so easily have entirely overtaken a podcast ostensibly about prison, crime and criminal justice.

This week, however, I have still managed to marginalise the role of the murder ballad, because the concept of death incorporates so many disparate emotions and aspects that simply doing a whole podcast about murderous folk tales and their musical counterparts seemed unnecessarily narrow.  So you get this.  Which starts out a little heavy but becomes positively gleeful by the end, I promise you.

Toadcast #86 – The Deathcast

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01. Willard Grant Conspiracy – Painter Blue (03.01)
02. Samamidon – O Death (12.33)
03. Eels – Going to Your Funeral (22.31)
04. Melanie Rivaud & Strange Weather – The Fall of Troy (Tom Waits Cover) (25.05)
05. Bob Frank & John Murry – Jesse Washington 1916 (31.53)
06. Bruce Springsteen – Dead Man Walking (37.02)
07. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Up Jumped the Devil (41.15)
08. The Men They Couldn’t Hang – The Green Fields of France (48.26)
09. Elvis Costello & the Attractions – Tramp the Dirt Down (57.02)
10. Chumbawamba – Passenger List for Doomed Flight 1471 (66.35)

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Toadcast #17 – The Cellarcast

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The wench is away and I am here by myself, managing the last few days of our house project. You can imagine what fun that must be, I’m sure.  Still, we move back in this weekend, so it may be a crap couple of days but it’ll all be over soon and then you’ll be relieved of me constantly whinging about it, which will be nice for you.

Given we’re living in a basement flat on a short term let for a month I got quite into the basementy idea with this playlist. I digressed into The Basement Tapes by Bob Dylan and the Band, but mostly it’s music from ’95/6 when I was living in a damp, grotty basement flat in Glasgow with a mate and the girl I was seeing at the time.

I bought stacks of CD singles back then and lost them all when someone broke into the flat.  Thanks to the joys of the internet I’ve been able to track most of them down recently, so you get a few of those, as well as some of the stuff I was listening to at the time.

It’s interesting as a historical document, to me anyway, but I am not sure how well the playlist itself works.  There’s something about this podcast that I’m not sure I like as much as the others, even though I like all the songs on it.  I don’t know, let me know what you think.  Perhaps Tears of Rage, Oasis and the Cranberries aren’t good enough songs to have all on the same podcast.

Toadcast #17 – The Cellarcast

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01. Blur w. Francoise Hardy – To the End (03.33)
02. Oasis – Rocking Chair (10.54)
03. Bob Dylan & the Band – Tears of Rage (17.59)
04. Bob Dylan – Baby, Let Me Follow You Down (Live) (25.54)
05. The Band – Rockin’ Chair (29.17)
06. Lloyd Cole – Unhappy Song (37.59)
07. Hootie & the Blowfish – Sad Caper (48.40)
08. Elvis Costello & the Attractions – Shallow Grave (54.03)
09. Tom Waits – November (55.55)
10. Barenaked Ladies – The Old Apartment (63.26)
11. Ray’s Vast Basement – Black Cotton (68.33)
12. The Bluetones – Colorado Beetle (71.08)
13. The Boo Radleys – Almost Nearly There (79.35)
14. The Cranberries – Joe (87.07)
15. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – The Ballad of Robert Moore & Betty Coltrane (96.13)

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Song, by Toad is a Bigot

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And not particularly ashamed either, so fuck off. No, not the poor people with coloured skin, nor the ‘alternatively abled’ spast… whoops, sorry, or even the gays, lesbians, trannies, hermaphrodites and other Belgians.  No, it’s the beautiful people.  Really, they just make me suspicious.

I got a CD in the post this morning from a promotional company and on the front was the picture of a pretty blonde girl.  Hmm, thought I.  Dubious.  I opened the CD to find a half-dozen more pictures of this same fetching blonde lass looking alternately sultry, or ‘natural’, or god knows what else.  In her ‘normal’ shots she was wearing jeans (very normal) with stilettos (still sexy, oh yesh).  To be fair to her, she looked very appealing, but this is a music CD and anytime I see cover art that makes much play of the firm breasts or, alternatively, rugged jawline of the musician in question my marketing department radar goes right off.

Tarting up your musician implies that their music won’t do the trick by itself – or at least that you think it won’t.  It shows a lack of confidence.  One look at this album cover and all my prejudices kicked in and I was certain it was going to be shit.  Hollywood Strings three-quarters of the way through the song?  Check.  Gratingly soulful X-Factor vocals?  Check.   ‘Real’ singer-songwriter marketing?  Check again.  And was it dreadful?  Yes it fucking was.  Of course it was.

Fuck.  Right.  Off.

Suede – Beautiful Ones
Neko Case – Pretty Girls
Elvis Costello & the Attractions – All This Useless Beauty

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People Fucking Depress Me Today

Protesters in Lahore

Christ al-fucking-mighty I need to stay away from the fucking news.

“A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it.” Men in Black was supposed to be a comedy with hilarious little aliens not biting social satire.

I can’t get over the complete fucking idiots raving on about the Knighthood for Salman Rushdie. The Pakistani Minster for Religious Affairs (could there be a job title that made huge helpings of bum-clownery more inevitable?) had this to say (from the Beeb):

“The West always wonders about the root cause of terrorism. Such actions [giving Sir Salman a knighthood] are the root cause of it. If someone commits suicide bombing to protect the honour of the Prophet Mohammad, his act is justified. If Britain doesn’t withdraw the award, all Muslim countries should break off diplomatic relations.”

He back-tracked on this later, but the British High Commisioner was actually summoned to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to explain himself. And in any case, that nice little statement pretty well encapsulates the reaction of a sizeable number of hysterical nutters. Not ‘the Islamic World’ and not ‘Muslims’ but the fucking crazy ones who could well do with being told, to paraphrase Bill Hicks, that ‘If this bothers you I suggest taking a good look at the world in which we live and…
…shutting your fucking mouth.’

The Iranian government may be legendary nutjobs, but check this out, from this BBC report:

“This insulting, suspicious and improper act by the British government is an obvious example of fighting against Islam,” Iran’s Foreign Ministry Director for Europe, Ebrahim Rahimpour, was quoted as saying

There was also, with not a shred of detectable irony, this little gem from Britain’s first Muslim member of the House of Lords, Lord Ahmed (reported: here & here):

“Actually I was appalled to hear that Salman Rushdie had been given a knighthood, particularly when this man has been very divisive,” he said. “This man – as you can see – not only provoked violence around the world because of his writings, but there were many people that were killed around the world and honouring the man who has blood on his hands, sort of because of what he did, honouring him I think is going a bit too far.”

Salman Rushdie, that callous and brutal writer of books has blood on his hands? Well unless he gave himself a papercut whilst doing his research, that is one of the most idiotic statements I have ever heard. His statement basically says that if someone expresses an idea that makes someone so cross he goes out and kills someone to avenge his hurt feelings that the person who expressed the idea is to blame, rather than the person committing the killing. If he truly believes this, he is a irredeemable fuckwit.

Now I can hear cries of cultural relativism echoing through the internets as I speak – respect the difference between cultures, insulting someone’s religion is a serious thing, etc, etc. Bullshit, I’m afraid.

The fundamental difference between Western and radicalised (not all, obviously) Islamic society at the moment is very neatly embodied by this one issue. No matter how theocratic and bonkers Bush and Blair and his followers ever get accused of being, there are more books hugely offensive to Christian sensibilities published, without much more than a mild whinge, in these ostensibly Christian countries than there are books offensive to Islam. By orders of magnitude, I should imagine.

If you wanted a definition of fundamentalism, this can’t be far from it. Drawing the line between causing offence and actual harm is fucking obvious. There are reasons of expediency behind this – just how do you effectively legislate against ideas? – but primarily it is a point of principle at the very heart of the modern concept of freedom: that all people are free to hold and express their opinions no matter what they are.

Trying to make certain kinds of ideas in some way illegal to avoid discrimination against people to whom they are unfavourable automatically discriminates against the person whose idea you are repressing. The only way to actually have freedom of religion is to have complete freedom to criticise and even insult religion because if you attack that right you simultaneously attack your own freedom.

Salman Rushdie may or may not deserve his Knighthood on an artistic basis, this is entirely open for debate, and it is of politically questionable benefit to award it. But would you rather deny someone an acknowledgement of their artistic achievements because you don’t want to inflame psychopathic religious fundamentalists?

So if his Knighthood offends you you of course have the right to be offended, enraged, to complain and to protest. What you do not have the right to do is to cause harm because no actual harm has been done to you. I’ve also had about enough of apologising to these retards. There is only one response to people who are getting their knickers in a twist over this and demanding punitive actions, diplomatic actions and the rest of it: shut up whining and get the fuck over it. You’ll live.

What songs can possibly go with that little rant then? I confess, I am at a little bit of a loss.

The 63 Crayons – Forget the War, Let’s Go Shopping!
Grandaddy – Underneath the Weeping Willow
Elvis Costello & the Attractions – (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding?
Alabama 3 – Woke Up This Morning

I post this one a lot, but it is one of the best songs in existence. You want to talk sensitivity to other cultures, being tolerant of barbaric beliefs such as death by stoning for adultery and suicide bombing as a resonable to response to religious criticism? Fuck it, you go and live with the nutters who advocate this shit then, and then tell me if we don’t have to fight against it.

The Dead Kennedys – Holiday in Cambodia

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