This may be the limpest of all excuses I’ve ever had for naming a podcast. You know why it’s called the Jeffcast? Because I kinda mention Jeffrey Lewis a couple of times. Oooh, yes, that makes sense. Still, sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else really, off the top of my head.
I suppose I am off to see Jeffrey Lewis directly after recording this, so I guess it sort of counts. He is playing a secret gig at Henry’s Cellar Bar after sneaking out of the Beggars Banquet Christmas Party at the Picture House over the road. It’s one of the things I love about the anti-folk crowd: you genuinely get the impression that they’d rather be playing to an appreciative crowd of their mates, rather than a bigger crowd of anonymous punters who may stand there and demand entertainment.
So there you go, that’s the deal for tonight. For the rest of the weekend we’re putting together Meursault albums, ready for the official (re)launch of their record next Friday at the Song, by Toad Christmas Party. So, after folding and screen-printing a thousand of the bastards we’ll all be well ready for Gimme Shelter in the Caves on Saturday and a spot of Candythief action in the Jazz Bar on Sunday. Enjoy the 48th Toadcast.
Toadcast #48 – The Jeffcast
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01. Yo La Tengo – Double Dare (04.12)
02. Wolf Parade – Call it a Ritual (07.29)
03. Modey Lemon – Loch Ness Monster (11.25)
04. Sly & the Family Stone – Life (17.09)
05. The Velcro Quartet – The Love Song of Little Cosmo Nostradamus (20.03)
06. The Pernice Brothers – The Ballad of Bjorn Borg (25.57)
07. Caramel Jack – The Lincoln Jackson Incident (34.37)
08. The Magnetic Fields – All the Umbrellas in London (38.29)
09. Sparklehorse – Happy Man (Memphis Version) (44.46)
10. The Veils – Birthday Present (49.44)
11. Grandaddy – Miner at the Dial-A-View (54.24)
Christ, what a fat bastard. It’s lunch time and I am still full from last night. And it’s all Mrs. Toad’s bloody fault. She’s away for a week being important in God Bless America and, despite being the least domesticated woman in the universe, she always fears that on these occasions I won’t eat well. It’s an amazingly uncharacteristic instinct for her, and hence I find it really rather touching.
She may have a point, too. I eat just fine, but my diet tends to consist entirely of raw carrots and peppers because I can’t be arsed cooking, along with tins of sardines, pots of Middle Eastern yoghurt and jars of rollmops. See – that’s a balanced diet! Sort of.
Anyway, before she goes away for an extended period of time she tends to cook a big pot of one of her rather excellent stews, and I just graze on it through the week. I love this, because she is an extremely good cook, and they tend to be excellent. This week, however, she made a fantastic tortilla with loads of garlic and stuffed full of some wonderfully squishy Spanish black pudding. Fuck me it’s gorgeous. So needless to say, when I got home last night I started munching. And then went back for seconds. And then thirds. And Christ, I’m full – still. Mmm, but it was good though. And there’s still just a little bit left for tonight…
Sparklehorse – Little Fat Baby
Ben Folds – All U Can Eat
My latest excursion into the murky waters of The Waiting Room saw me praising big famous bands for a change, really rather ironic given the hassle talking about those same bands has caused around here recently. Would I have done the same segment in hindsight? Would I fucking bollocks!
The Waiting Room, Wednesday 16th April 2008
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It’s weird, I feel something of a tit now for bigging up the bands that then bring down teh haterz, even though I know it’s nothing to do with the actual bands themselves. Or at least I should bloody well hope it’s nothing to do with the bands. Odd how the behaviour of someone employed by someone who employs someone to look after a group can make a band look quite so bad, really. Guilt by association. I know the band could quite easily order off the attack dogs (would a really big label even pretend to listen?) or publically condemn this sort of bollocks, but why would they? They make music, not politics. Although REM are pretty politically involved so you would expect them to have a stance on all this web madness one way or another.
Hmm, well that’s another ramble for another day.
It’s a pig themed week for some reason, so I thought I’d lob these little gems into the mix just for fun. The Sparklehorse song in particular is something of an enormously noisy, fuzzy masterpiece.
The Beatles – Piggies
Sparklehorse – Pig
