Monday 30 June 2014

Noisy Romans

So what happened last week? Lots of pointing. Kitchen stuff. Scrabble of course. Jazz. Watching Julie sleep. The usual.

Monday 23/06/14

The day started off with a redefinition of the word frustration. I really can't go into details. Just trust me on this one. 

So, the ongoing record shop saga: I've given up on the mushroom people. I've lost count of the emails and voice mails I've left them expressing an interest in their unit. The final one simply said 'Do you want to rent this property or not?' They didn't reply to that one either. Decided to go back to my original idea of a spot in the Waterdale. I know the whole of the Waterdale has been bought by a regeneration company but I'd heard from a few independent sources that regeneration would involve flattening it and starting again. I now have an email categorically denying this from St. Modwen, the company involved, and that the plan is to create a bohemian quarter in Doncaster. Perfect for my needs. All systems go again for this:


Julie is still no better but it being Monday of course she went off to work. She was home relatively early though for food, painkillers and early Scrabble only for the drugs to kick in mid-Scrabble. I was winning too with the potential 8 letter word DRILLERS to play. Julie awoke, refreshed and in the Scrabble zone. I never got to play my 8 letter word. It was close all the way, level on points with only 8 letters left between us. 6 of those were mine though. I had to take a chance on using as many letters as I could. FIRED was my word also making the word FI. Sadly FI isn't a word. I know a giant who may disagree but rules is rules. Lost by 24 points. 31-8.

Tuesday 23/06/14

Busy one today. Up for a couple of meetings in town. Julie was comatose on the sofa when I got up. (Since the pain's become too much Julie's been sleeping on the sofa. And before you call me selfish she prefers the sofa and has the TV for when she can't sleep). I left her a note about my plans, lasagne, my own potential arm injury and a drawing of an owl and headed to the Waterdale to view again the property I looked at all those weeks ago and have a meeting with the St. Modwen people. All very productive. I need a joiner/shopfitter now to come and view the premises with me. Yes that is a massive hint. 

Nipped to Cast to buy tickets for a show this Thursday night, then to Cask to get some posters for a gig this Saturday then to the Market Deli (I LOVE the Market Deli) to meet Mark Loraine for a kinda combined MapFest/Record Shop meeting. Again very productive. 

Went round town distributing posters and shopped. Twice. I'd forgot gluten free pasta. Back to Julie's to trash the kitchen with my attempt at cooking having shopped again! Forgot coffee, milk and cheese. I'm that useless. Thankfully the painkillers had kicked in again and Julie slept through the carnage. She's actually still sleeping. Given me chance to clean up and plate her some lasagne up and look like I'm really efficient. Obviously when she reads this I'm rumbled. 

There was talk of us going out tonight to catch the return of 13 Women at Cask. As it was Julie slept for well over 6 hours and didn't wake till half 9 so we gave up on that idea. Scrabble it was then, and my least favourite game ever. Julie's first go was an 8 letter word on a triple word score. How can someone be in a coma for nearly 7 hours then ten minutes later be on fire at Scrabble? SLANTING was the word though the A was a blank. I prefer to think of it as SLINTING. (For slinting reference see blog dated 19th March 2014). It just got worse and I was never in the game. It was obvious very early on I had no chance and I confess to giving in. I just wanted it over with so we could start again. Lost by 185 points. 32-8. I don't mind losing. Obviously having only won 1/5 of the 40 games we've played I'm used to it. Just like it to be a bit more competitive!

Only half twelve, Both wide awake so game two. Just so I could try and feel better about myself. Didn't finish playing till ten past three but I managed to eke out a victory so I could go to bed less sulky. (LEAVING and STODGIER did it for me) 32-9.

Wednesday 25/06/14

It would seem Julie is gradually on the mend. Managed to get through to early afternoon without painkillers and managed to fight the tiredness, although the drugs definitely affected her Scrabble playing again. Another win for me but a coherent Julie would never maintain that coge is a word. 32-10. Double figures!!

The plan is that she'll be in a suitable state for Open Mic at Cask tonight, though I have dissuaded (double S Julie) her from playing banjolelle.

Open Mic night successfully negotiated. And what a top night it was as per. Look out for Otter's Pocket. First time I've seen these guys and they were stunning. (Yes, that is my favourite word). Had a name dropping competition which of course I shamelessly won. And got to mock Alistair for being only semi-brilliant for once.

Thursday 26/06/14

Back to the flat to see if I had any post (I didn't) and to do some washing. Just occurred to me re the post that I've still not had an appointment to check out my heart. I guess the doctor thinks it's not urgent. Either that or there's nothing more they can do.  

Had a conversation earlier in the week with Julie about black pudding, as you do. We both love it but I never realised it was very rarely gluten free. I took to the internet and found a company in Bury who do gluten free black pudding. It arrived this morning and made Julie cry (In a good way). I blame the drugs. So having returned to hang the washing out I then hunted down gluten free sausages for a late breakfast while we played drug free Scrabble. 

Julie won. By loads. The 7 letter word TINFOIL and the 8 letter word VICTUALS did for me. Can't really complain about losing to someone who plays the word victuals, even if it was by 165 points. I'm not sure laughing about it is very sporting though. 33-10.

The evening was spent at Cast, my first visit to Donny's new theatre, for the Swing On A Summer's Evening concert hosted by The Doncaster Youth Jazz Association and featuring The Doncaster Youth Swing Orchestra, The Doncaster Youth Stageband and The EKS Big Swing Band from Herten, Germany. The night, as well as being incredible entertainment, was to celebrate the twenty year link between the two associations. We were there primarily because Georgia (Remember. From the dance off last week. Julie's mate)'s son Tom plays keyboard in the Stageband. 

The talent on show was phenomenal. Had a lump in my throat most of the night. Any drawbacks? Well I'm way over 40 now so I'd be letting grumpy old men down everywhere if I didn't have a moan. 

Who designed Cast? No centre aisle? Really!? How inconvenient. Oh and the couple in front of us kept moaning that Julie was kicking their seat. As if. For a start I'd have been hard pushed to kick their chair let alone a 5'2" lady still struggling to move 'cos of her shoulder. It is possible that my foot tapping and Julie's sat down dancing caused their seat to vibrate. If that's the case then it's another Cast design flaw. Either way, anyone who expects someone to sit still at a show called 'Swing On A Summer's Evening' is clearly at the wrong gig. 

Friday 27/06/14

Today was heaven. In so much as David Byrne once sang 'Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens'. Although it's impossible for nothing to happen. The fact that nothing is happening means something is happening, even if it's nothing. This is all getting a bit Douglas Adams. Let us just say that very little happened today.

The exertions of the last two days may have took their toll. Julie was in a bit more pain today although she does have a lot more movement in her arm. Back to two painkillers and sleeping it off. Another 5 hour coma followed by Scrabble. I won! MATURED was the clincher. 33-11. 

Saturday 28/06/14

A splendidly hectic day today.  Back to the flat to do more washing and find that the doctor's haven't given up on my heart and they want to listen to it's murmurings on July 7th. Washing done so straight to Cask to compere the all day MIND Aid event. Had an absolutely brilliant day with 18 acts all putting on stunning sets, a minimal amount of diva strops and a fair bit of cash being raised for a very worthwhile charity. Mick Holmes gave me a list of phrases I couldn't say whilst doing my introducing such as 'Let's hear it for', 'Big it up,' 'Give it up for,' etc. That bit was easy. Less so was the list that I had to say:

Scrabble
That made me feel
Semi
That took me back
Quatermass
It taught me a lot about life
Felch
and I'm not racist but.

I managed all but the last one. That was never gonna happen! Anyway, while we're doing lists big it up for all the acts that played:

Craig Manga
Daniel D. Rowley
Jade Hamilton and Lucy Raybould
Workhouse
Rum Direction
Passion Play
Jade-Lee Saxelby
Bluesy Steve Keeton
Lu More
The Missing Pages
Alistair Pearson
Laura Kelly
Anastasia Walker
Vicky Robson-Capps
James Taplin
Groom Lake Fugitives
Smoking Beagles 

Bluesy Steve will be delighted to know that the line I used after he'd finished his set was nicked from The Boss introducing Clarence Clemons on stage. And please give it up for my girlfriend who worked so hard to put it all together whilst still nursing her injuries. And let's hear it for Rich 'Workhouse' Woolrich who's idea it was in the first place.

Sunday 29/06/14

A slow start to the day after the excesses of yesterday. I eventually ventured shopwards to buy Sunday dinner type stuff. Came home, cooked it (my first ever gluten free Yorkshire puds), ate it, started Scrabble. Had to take a break whilst I buggered off to do The Other Way at Sine FM Towers. Joined on the show by Rock To Art (Sherlock Art and Reptile Rock) who just have this natural talent to always make me smile. They're appearing at Cask Friday night. I can guarantee you will love every second of it. 

Rita Payne (Rhiannon Scutt and Pete Sowerby) joined me on the second half of the show to talk about the launch of their second album. I had a sneak preview and from what I heard it's a more fleshed out sound from the first album, still with the gorgeous melodies that have become a Rita Payne trademark. 

After the show Julie and I went to point at Polish food and then headed over to Cask to see how the new jam session, The Sunday Corner, was going. Julie played ukulele with Paul Keeton to Robert Johnson's Red Hot, against doctor's orders I should add. I ate free cake then back to finish off Scrabble. I lost, narrowly, despite twice using all my letters. Round two and this time I got thrashed. 35-11.

How hard is it to wash a potato masher!!

Laters

SS

The Other Way Play List Sunday 29/06/14


The Other Way - Polkadodge
Across 110th Street - Bobby Womack
The Cutter - Echo And The Bunnymen
Come To - Bombay Bicycle Club
Keep The Car Running - Arcade Fire
Recurring Dream - Tankus The Henge
Party People - Rock To Art
Ain't Even Done With The Night - John Mellencamp
Heavy Horses - Fallen Trees
Lady Off London Road - The Velcro Teddy Bears
Riding Out The Storm - Rock To Art
Legend Of Dandelion And Shoe - Alistair Pearson
Songs Of Joy - Rock To Art
Barbara Ann - The Beach Boys
Put Your Money On Me - The Struts
Lead The Way - The 48ks
Never Going Back - Rita Payne
Hold Me Once - Rita Payne
Birds Fly (Whisper To A Scream) - The Icicle Works
Suzy - Rita Payne
Kennedy - The Wedding Present
Apache - Michael Viner's Incredible Bongo Band
London Calling - The Clash
Your Colour - The Away Days
Johnny Come Home - Fine Young Cannibals
All Or Nothing - The Small Faces
Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers









 

Monday 23 June 2014

She's Got A Nerve (Trapped. Right Shoulder)

Again I'm doing the writing as I go technique. So far so good. I should warn you I've been looking after Julie all week so the blog will basically be all about my woeful nursing techniques. Did make a splendid shepherd's pie though.

Here goes:

Monday 16/06/14

So Julie has a trapped nerve somewhere in the right shoulder region, or something, and as well as being able to do little she's also in agony. So of course she went to work! I gallantly stayed at home. In my defence I did offer to go in and help though I had another online auction to sit through. A coffee machine was today's goal. It went for £1300. I gave it a miss.

I actually put the football on. Germany v Portugal as I fired off more emails about premises. Still the football failed to grab me and I missed all four goals and the red card. I'll give the next England game another bash and if that fails to hold my attention I'm officially giving up on the world cup. 

Tried to fix a kettle but my fingers are too fat and then Julie came home surprisingly early for a Monday due to the pain she's in. Obviously being her busy office day the phone then never stopped ringing and we had the most truncated game of Scrabble ever. She hammered me. 27-5 now. Serves me right for my 'would have been 3-3' comment last week. If we'd started last Tuesday I'd be losing 5-0 now.

Bed and every time I moved Julie let out a little yelp so I headed for the spare bed only to find it had reverted back to wardrobe status so off to the sofa. Very comfy unless you're a 6'5" bloke trying to sleep. Walking like the letter 'S' all day Tuesday. 

Tuesday 17/06/14

Julie took the day off. That's how bad her pain is so I headed into town to do some shopping for her and view more premises. Not ideal sadly. The search goes on whilst the mushroom people ignore my calls.

Back to my flat to finally transfer all my money over to new accounts and inadvertently left me with no access to any funds. Genius. 

Julie's washing machine has packed up (worryingly I was the last to use it) so I took washing with me only for my washer to decide it wanted to join the party and play up. I'm writing this while my feet dry out

I'm struggling with the smoking thing. I'm on 40 mints a day and the patches vehemently disagree with me. We argue long into the night. I'm covered in angry red squares. I look like some kinda psychedelic chess board. So I'm trying the e-cigarette route. I shall let you know. 

Julie went to see a chiropractor and it's not a trapped nerve but acute bicipital tendonitis and a tear to the transverse ligament. She doesn't do things by half. Went to San Remo's with the in-laws for a belated Father's Day meal before heading home for more Scrabble and another surprise victory for me. I can only presume Julie was distracted by the pain. 28-6.

Wednesday 18/06/14

Still looking after the invalid and inadvertently nearly killed her. Julie has to eat gluten free and I've got reasonably good at checking ingredients but I didn't check the oven chips I'd bought. Well who puts flour in chips!!? McCains it would seem. Thankfully Julie checked to see if they were done, decided it tasted too good to be a gluten free chip and showed me the error of my ways. 

Went over to my good friend Alistair Pearson's to record some bongos for his EP. The last time I recorded any music, which was bongos as well, was in a bedsit in Golders Green with one of my oldest friends Nigel Smith. We were called Woefully Short and the album was called Delete The Ham and we recorded it on a tape deck. Oh how times have changed. Thankfully Alistair was very patient as I danced all round the click track and failed abysmally to repeat anything that he really liked because I couldn't remember what I'd done.  We got two tracks done though and had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.

Julie, not my girlfriend Julie but Alistair's fiancee Julie, insisted on feeding me. Buffalo cheese pizza (I won't tell you what Alistair called it). I was obviously badly taught at school. Didn't think you got cheese from a buffalo, but then again I never knew they had wings either.

Back home for another night of Scrabble. Open Mic night at Cask, Julie's favourite night, so the pain really must be bad for her to miss it. She took any frustration she had out on me, winning by 150 points. 29-6.

Thursday 19/06/14

As you'll have gathered I still have my flat in Balby but spend most of my time at Julie's in Wheatley. I love it for so many reasons one of which being it's where I grew up. My Mum moved us to Wheatley from Hatfield when I was about 4, to the house with no floorboards and only one usable room on Raby Road. We used stools as stepping stones and all slept in the one room. My Mum and brother on the floor, me in the wardrobe. It wasn't till I started school that I found out that this wasn't how everyone lived.

Anyway I digress. Walking to the shop last night I drew a mental map of where all my school mates lived back in the day. Ian on Woodhouse, Wany and Trev (R.I.P.) on Wentworth, Coops on Ferrers, Tit Taylor, Johnno and Crammy on Dundas, Nidge on Gloucester, Slacky on Rockingham,  Braze on Stanhope, Nelson on Lifford. Walked past the green garage door we used to play football against and past the overgrown garden that me and David Johnson used to hide in. We once found some discarded tins of purple paint in there and painted all the walls. The walls are still purple. All this was well over 30 years ago but I found the reminiscing so therapeutic.

Oh and the house I grew up in is up for sale. Might pretend I'm interested just to see if my built in bed/wardrobe is still there.

Just thought I'd share that with you.

Julie had a doctor's appointment and another session with the chiropractor this morning. Could be weeks before she's better and she's been given some painkillers that seriously knock her out. We had a bonus Scrabble game and I got off to a flyer. Opened with ROADIES (64 points) followed by SOULMATE (another 64 points) only for Julie to start clawing her way back. I was leading by only 5 when I think the drugs started to kick in. I eventually won by 64 points but it's a hollow victory. Still, 29-7. I'm approaching double figures.

Today is when the shepherd's pie happened.

World Cup fever still isn't here. England's crucial 2nd game very soon and I still couldn't care less. I've loved football for over 40 years, been to over 1,000 Rovers games and watched every ball kicked that I possibly could at every major tournament since 1978 but just cannot get excited about this one. Maybe if England win it'll kick in.

So much for that. We played Scrabble instead. The England game was on my laptop but just failed to grab my attention. The Scrabble on the other hand was another splendid game. Another 8 letter word from me (BUFFOONS - 67 points) but again the drugs may have had an effect. Had Julie known I only had two letters left she'd have won. As it was my penultimate word FOXIER won it for me. 29-8.

Friday 20/06/14

I'm getting very domesticated. More tending to the invalid and taking washing over to my flat before heading to Sine FM Towers. Sitting in for JJ on The First 45 again. JJ's in New York getting wed. I love doing JJ's show. It's all new music and I do enjoy hunting down 20 odd decent new songs to play. There is a spot of blind panic too as I listen to some of the dross I get sent. I do throw in the odd old un though. Just 'cos I can.

The First 45 Playlist

New York City Cops - The Strokes
Jules Verne - The Clox
Pirouette - Puppet Rebellion
Fallout - Catfish And The Bottlemen
Stand And Fall - The Velcro Teddy Bears
Fever - Black Keys
Play Piano - Barstow Bats
Rags - The Waterboys
Shimmer Gold - Dexters
Put Your Money On Me - The Struts
Better - The Tricks
Pools - Glass Animals
Snake Drive - Crosscut Saw
Magdalene 318 - Pixies
The Catfish - Polkadodge
Suffering You Suffering Me - Slow Club
When I Close My Eyes - Middleman
To Ohio - The Low Anthem
The Legend Of Dandelion And Shoe - Alistair Pearson
Johannesburg - Bang Bang Romeo
Lonely People - Jade-Lee Saxelby (Music Bomb)
The Rattler - Goodbye Mr. MacKenzie
Silvertown - The Broadcasts
Follow You Home - Embrace
Giant Tortoise - Pond
Seven Seas - Echo And The Bunnymen


Was joined on the show by Mr. Dannatt and we headed to Cask for a beer after the show and to totally fail to dissect England's exit from the world cup. I still don't care. Stayed around to watch the brilliant Crosscut Saw and keep Julie updated on how busy it was and how her staff are more than capable and how she really should stay at home and how she really should rest her shoulder. I headed home as soon as she agreed to stay on her sofa and I let her watch me polish off the shepherd's pie. 

Saturday 21/06/14

Actually writing this having just got up so nothing to report yet apart from expect pretty much the same as yesterday without the radio show. Hauling washing across town again. Times like this I wish I could drive. 

I had lessons when I was 18ish and hated it. Then my driving instructor had a heart attack and his replacement laughed at my inabilities. That was that really and I've relied on public transport ever since.

This is where it all goes out the window. The weekend happens, gets a bit messy and then I cant remember a thing.

Met up with Ian and Al The Loon Saturday night. Al's down from Sunderland for the weekend. It's always a joy to see him but I'm glad when he buggers off back up North. Lots of beer and dancing but few actual definite recollections. 

Sunday 22/06/14

A shaky start to the day. I may have to move my bed. When it rains I get dripped on and then covered in plaster and when the sun shines I'm like an ant under a magnifying glass. Not how I like to be woken. Pottered, shakily, then headed over to Julie's. She's getting seriously fed up now. She's either in agony or knocked out from the painkillers. She bravely went without the drugs just so she could be awake and have a conversation. 

I headed off to Sine FM Towers for The Other Way, got the word flibbertigibbet into my waffle. Twice. Played some top tuneage. Went home for Scrabble. Julie had gone 8 hours without any painkillers but had to concede defeat. Sadly they didn't kick in soon enough to save me from a beating. The word UNFAIRER won it for her. As if unfairer's a real word. Summed up my feelings perfectly though. 30-8.

So that was my week. A quick mention of a gig happening next Saturday. MIND Aid at Cask Corner. Music all day from 12pm and money being raised for MIND. Great cause and a great gig. See you there.

Laters

SS

The Other Way Playlist Sunday 22/06/14


The Other Way - Polkadodge
Stop Your Crying - Spiritualized
Papa Was A Rolling Stone - The Temptations
Put Your Money On Me - The Struts
Beverly Penn - The Waterboys
Chevy Thunder - Spector
Hot In The City - Billy Idol
Glory Box - Portishead
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
The Rattler - Goodbye Mr. McKenzie
China Grove - Smoking Beagles
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People
The Messenger - Johnny Marr
Sunny Afternoon - The Kinks
Suffering You Suffering Me - Slow Club
We Take Care Of Our Own - Bruce Springsteen
Chi-Town - The Cribs
Cure - The Missing Pages
Walk On The Wild Side - Lou Reed
Low Down - Tom Waits
Sometimes - James
Oceans - Dexters
Mama - Genesis
Fingers Bleed - Martin Black (Music Bomb)
American Slang - The Gaslight Anthem
I Wish I Was Someone Better - Blood Red Shoes
What You Do To Me - Teenage Fanclub
Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers


Monday 16 June 2014

This Blog Kills Fascists. (I Wish)

A quick tip of the hat to Mr. Woody Guthrie:


 All will make sense by Tuesday!

Anyway, I'm flying this week. Tuesday evening and the blog is up to date. It wont last. Still, here goes.

Monday 09/06/14

Woken by a phone call to tell me my viewing appointment for some town centre premises had been put back to Wednesday morning which left me at a loose end all day. Finished last weeks blog and then the news started filtering through of the death of Rik Mayall. It saddened me greatly and I started making notes to include in this blog but then decided he and my thoughts merited their own blog. http://freelancepeanut.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-peoples-poet-is-dead.html?spref=fb

I'm not sure it truly does justice to one of our most genuinely talented comedians but I'm reasonably proud of it.

Julie was home before 10pm! Just. Healthy eating continued, still no bacon, and another victory at Scrabble for me. 23-5. Looks a bit better. Can I just say if we'd started playing 2 weeks ago the score would be 3-3!!

Tuesday 10/06/14

Another pottering day before a meeting at the NatWest. Business account successfully set up and another admiring read of my business plan. Met Julie for lunch. We didn't lunch. We mochaed. I'd binged on muesli. So many things about that sentence stagger me. Me eating muesli for starters. And the fact that you can get full on the stuff. We did buy lots of fishy products for tea that night though. I would recommend the salmon pate from Donny fish market but I'm not gonna in case you eat it all.

Julie fought with the idea of coming home with me then decided she had plants to pot and pub related work to do so headed back to Cask Corner.  I spent the afternoon campaigning against a racist site on Facebook. Facebook don't see a problem with it but if you're on the This Is Doncaster - Uncensored site and don't see a problem with it then we really do have a problem. I don't want a racist friend.


The fight continues.

Julie came home 5 hours after battling with the idea of coming home. Standard. She works too hard. I may have mentioned that before. On that note I was offered a dream job yesterday but it would take up my Saturday afternoons which sadly I wont be able to do once The Notorious Aardvark Record Shop is up and running. Julie offered to do Saturday's at the shop for me! Because 90 odd hours a week running her own business isn't enough obviously.

Two things:

One: Julie, YOU WORK TOO HARD!!!

and

Two: Julie, You're far too good to me.

She did however finish her marvellous blog. Still better and more popular than mine! http://juliecaskcornerbuckley.blogspot.com/2014/06/rock-star.html?spref=fb

The most frustrating game of Scrabble yet. I was meant to go first, couldn't do anything so I passed. Julie scored 44. I still couldn't go. Julie scored 74. 118 points down and I still hadn't had a go. The fight back began. Clawed my way into the lead thanks to the 7 letter word machine and the fact that hoboes is accepted by Scrabble checker only to eventually lose by 14 points. Genuinely gutted. 24-5.

Julie bought some nexus tablet thing. Again, me and technology. She probably bought it 'cos I'm always moaning about her being on my laptop, work related of course. We had a video chat. From one sofa to another. As you do.

Wednesday 11/06/14

Always read the small print. Even if it's not there. Had a wasted morning viewing more premises on St. Sepulchre Gate. They weren't really what I'm after anyway but also the small print said, '£57,000 per annum for all floors. Floors can be sublet at £11,500.' What the really small print said, and it was so small it had actually fell off the page was, 'This excludes the retail floor which can be leased at £50,000.' Back to the High Street. Literally.

Got home to my flat and emailed the agent for the property on High Street I've viewed asking how much mushroom related work would be done before negotiations can begin. Watch this space.  

Had a scrotum (I promise I will never mention scrotums in this blog again) related letter waiting for me. Liam, George, Charlie, Charlotte - there will never be another sibling from this side of the family.

(It's currently Wednesday 11/06/14, 13:15 hours. I'm being ridiculously efficient) 

Had another meeting with web designers Sugarcane and again came out buzzing. The ideas these guys have are astonishing. They totally get where I'm coming from. Exciting times indeed.

Absolutely brilliant open mic night at Cask Corner. Had such a laugh with my very good friends Alistair Pearson and Julie Thompson. Julie tagged me the funniest man she knows. I'll take that every day of the week. Sadly not the tallest man she's seen though. 

Discussed at length with Alistair the talent on show. And that was just a handful of the artists that Donny has to offer. I say this a lot but Doncaster is awash with musical talent. Get out there and support it. Alistair is the cleverest, sorry, most clever, songwriter I know and he's very kindly agreed to let me play bongos on his upcoming EP. I'm honoured.

Thursday 12/06/14

Up early to get to the bank and finalise all my new accounts. Felt all grown up. I need to go and do something stupid to rectify this. Slept in a bed full of plaster fallen from the ceiling that I couldn't be bothered to move. Guess that's a bit stupid.

Scrabble double header tonight. I lost both. Not by much but a loss is a loss. 26-5

Friday 13/06/14

I've only just realised having typed the date that it's Friday 13th. I've never been a suspicious person and it's a date I've always liked. I had a boss who was suspicious and always took a Friday 13th off. Idiot.

The long awaited second MapFest meeting this morning and finally it's all systems go. The festival is later than usual this year to avoid clashing with any other events and takes place 29th and 30th August. 

Fired a few more emails off re business rates and then another one about mushrooms so as again not to feel too grown up. 

Off into town to catch The Outfit at Cask. That's The Outfit - quality blues band, not The Outfits - obnoxious Sheffield indie chavs. Bumped into Rob and Jenny in The Wooplack and caught my first 5 minutes of the World Cup. For the first time in my life I just cant get excited by a major football tournament. Maybe it's too many years of England flattering to deceive or the corrupt nature of FIFA or the shameful treatment of Brazilian nationals as the money men roll into town. 

Back to Cask for a dance off with Julie's best mate, Georgia, that carried on at the RockBar. Georgia won though I maintain she used underhand tactics with the topic of conversation. Hunted potatoes unsuccessfully on the way home. 

Saturday 14/06/14

Off to York for the day with Jimmy and Ian. I love York so much and it's just a great day out. Plus it's where me and Julie had our first date. I say first date. We call it that even though it was technically our 7th or something. Depends on your definition of a date. But it gave me chance to buy her a spider necklace she'd spotted and liked on that 'first' date. I resisted the blazer I'd seen but it will happen.

A steadier than usual day in York, only the 8 pubs, though I only did 7. I replaced a pub for visits to both Hog Roast shops. Some people were having a less than steady day. We walked out of the Minster pub to see a woman fall drunkenly over a small wall. We went to help her up, though we had to wait for her mate to take the obligatory photo. Before we could assist she wet herself. You just cant buy class like that. We left her to it. 

Back into York city centre for more ale and views like this:


We'd decided on an earlier than usual train home to get back to Ian's to watch the England game, although my World Cup enthusiasm was still hiding. With it being an 11pm kick off we didn't fancy watching in a pub. Plus Julie wasn't well and had took a very rare night off so didn't need to nip to Cask to deliver spiders.

York station was a nightmare. It was race day and there's something unpleasant about a race crowd. Fights all over the platforms, people jumping on the tracks and a general sense of underlying violence.
When I worked at the Tut the worst night of the year was always Leger day. Far worse than Mad Friday or New Year's Eve

The train home was no more pleasant so it was a relief to get back and into a taxi to Ian's. An England defeat, more beer and sleep.

Sunday 15/06/14

Woke up on Ian's sofa feeling very dishevelled. Into town to meet eldest daughter George for a Father's Day coffee. She'd bought me Public Service Broadcasting on vinyl. Perfect. Love that she totally gets me. I take full responsibility for her excellent taste in music. Home for a much needed shower then off to Julie's to finally deliver presents and see if she was feeling any better. She wasn't. 

A rare empty studio at Sine FM Towers today for The Other Way. Just me. Did have a couple of quality phone interviews with Alex from Crosscut Saw, who are playing at Cask on Friday, and Joel from The Tricks - London band, friends of the show and just released their quality debut album. 

Back to Julie's with kebab (having a night off healthy eating. We even had bacon after) and to see if her not being 100% would give me a chance at Scrabble. No such luck. No letters left in the bag. Julie has 7 letters left, I have 4 (T,A,N,N) and I'm leading by 1 point. Julie played RADIOS. Leading by 20, only 1 letter left. My only option was to make a word up and pray. TRANN on a triple letter. I tried to convince Julie that Scrabble checker said it was allowed and that Trann was what climbers called the less accessible side of a mountain. I was rumbled and lost by 30 points in the end. 27-5. 

Ah well.

Laters

SS

The Other Way Playlist Sunday 15/06/14


The Other Way - Polkadodge
Pretty In Pink - The Psychedelic Furs
I Always Knew - The Vaccines
Pretty Vacant - The Sex Pistols
The Wanderer - U2 Starring Johnny Cash
Light My Fire - The Doors
Put Your Money On Me - The Struts
Elysium - Section 60
Snake Drive - Crosscut Saw
Turning Japanese - The Vapours
Refrigerator Broke - 78 Violets
Strange Glue - Catatonia
Vlad The Impaler - Kasabian
Bad Penny Blues - Humphrey Lyttelton
Temptation - New Order
Better - The Tricks
On Trial - The Tricks
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads
The Tallest Man On The Planet - Craig Manga (Music Bomb)
Bring On The Dancing Horses - Echo And The Bunnymen
Freestyle - Unicorn Hunters
Sheep - The Housemartins
Can't Stand Me Now - The Libertines
Common Thread - The John Steel Singers
Black And White Town - Doves
Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys
I Don't Mind - The Buzzcocks
Egyptian reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers

 
 
 












Monday 9 June 2014

The People's Poet is Dead

I was thinking earlier today how going down to one blog a week has deprived me of the opportunity to talk at you about anything other than my weekly battle with reality. So I decided should something come up I fancied waffling about I'd do it. And lo and behold only hours later just such an occurrence, er, occurred.

A celebrity died.

Celebrity deaths. I struggle sometimes with the outpouring of grief on social media sites for someone that the 'mourners' never knew. But if it's someone that touched your life then the grief is real, albeit manifested in a different form of grief to that of losing a loved one. I can only think of two such personal occasions: Clarence Clemons and then Rik Mayall today.

Clarence Clemons was an integral part of The E-Street Band particularly live. He was Bruce Springsteen's right hand man and was always a part of Bruce's story telling in early concerts. I've seen Springsteen twice since Clarence died and as magical as both gigs were I still missed The Big Man. Springsteen's music can touch and change lives. On a personal note The Rising album helped me overcome the death of my Mother so yes Clarence Clemons touched my life.

So did Rik Mayall touch my life? Well, yes in a roundabout way. My first feeling on hearing of his death was one, obviously, of sadness and then a realisation of your own mortality. He wasn't that much older than me or many of the people I love. But more than this, I was only 13 when I first saw, and worshipped, Mayall's Kevin Turvey on A Kick Up The 80s so he was someone I'd grown up with.

A Kick Up The 80s was watched avidly in our house, my Step-Dad was a big Richard Stilgoe fan. He hated Kevin Turvey though which is bringing me to my point. Rik Mayall was seen as an anarchic comedian and as an awkward teenager finding something you loved that your parents disapproved of was just heaven. 

Then The Young Ones came along. Not only did my parents hate it they didn't get it. Bliss. And that counted for teachers too. Tuesday's became my favourite day at school just so we could quote and impersonate The Young Ones and stick two fingers up to the grown ups. And not always proverbially.



It was ours. It belonged to our generation. We shocked the elder generation and they didn't know what to do. It was nothing new. From Elvis' pelvis to The Beatles growing their hair to The Stones getting arrested to Jim Morrison flashing to Monty Python breaking new comedy ground to The Sex Pistols swearing on live TV every generation has had something to shock their elders with.

Until now. 

It's all been done. I have a son in his early twenties and three teenage daughters and nothing they have ever watched, read or listened to has had any shock value at all. I can only presume it's because we've seen it all before. Nothing Lady GaGa, Rhianna or Miley Cyrus do is remotely offensive. At times it's just pitiful.

I find it sad that we are the first unshockable generation. I find it even sadder that our children will never know the joy that having your Sex Pistols' T-shirt burned or your copy of Relax binned can bring.

So while we should mourn the passing of a gifted and genuinely funny man we should also mourn the loss of the ability to shock.

Everyone at some point should get the chance to be 'Young ones, bachelor boys. Crazy, mad, wild-eyed, big-bottomed anarchists',

Just PLAY damn you!!

Left it a bit late starting this one. It's currently Friday afternoon and the bullet points have failed me again.

  • useless
I know! I have a bullet point for Monday that says useless. It could mean anything but I presume it refers to something I did, or didn't do.

Anyway, here goes.

Monday 02/06/14

Spent the morning in bed doing last week's blog, hard life isn't it. Got an invite to coffee from my mate Kerry. Then met Julie for mocha. Really is a very hard life. I missed a call from NatWest about a business meeting and had the voicemail: 'So if you could call back as soon as on.....' and the line went dead. Maybe that's what useless refers to. 

Did a spot of shopping. Julie needed slug pellets. I thought she said slut pellets and figured it was some kind of deterrent needed on a weekend night for the Silver Street overspill.

I went back to my CDs while Julie went back to work and did her much better and I have to say much more popular blog. http://juliecaskcornerbuckley.blogspot.com  As is the case on a Monday it's a busy one for Julie and it was way gone 10pm before she got in. Late detox salad and Scrabble. Astonishingly another win for me. By 71 points. 21-3. 

Tuesday 03/06/14

Spent the morning trying to chase up NatWest and the missing phone number and trying to get a credit report from a company that don't think I exist. This was followed up by trying to make arrangements to view another property only for no-one, including the agents advertising it, to know anything about it.

A very futile and frustrating morning. It's been a frustrating kind of week. Picked a right week to quit smoking! (11 days now and it's agony)!

Back to the mountain of CDs and another late one for Julie. 10pm again for bonus Scrabble and unheard of back to back wins for your's truly. 127 points too. I'm now wondering if it was all just a nicotine patch inflicted dream. 

Wednesday 04/06/14

Out in the lashing rain to view some premises. Not the ones I phoned up about yesterday though I did finally get a call about them and am viewing them next week. And NatWest rang back. A much less frustrating, albeit damp, morning. The premises were ideal apart from the mushrooms growing out the carpet. I suppose I could use them as a feature. 

Julie's Dad's birthday today. We were shopping in Boots for presents and I did something I've never done before. I moisturised. Only half my face. Felt kinda good. I may have to get all metrosexual. I picked up a tube of anti-wrinkle scrotum cream. I know male grooming is all the rage and that particular area is somewhat wrinkly but surely that's a step too far. I then realised it said anti-wrinkle serum cream. My eyes aren't what they once were. Saying that I used to weigh 8lb 4oz so it's all going to pot. 

Back to my flat for, surprisingly, scrotum related phone calls. This is just getting too bizarre now. Let's move swiftly on.

Back into town for birthday mocha and pint with Julie's family then met my son, Liam, for more pints and comedy night at Cask Corner. Quieter than usual this month and the first few acts struggled. It picked up though and was thoroughly enjoyable as per. And the night ended with the record for most people in the disabled toilet being broken again. It now stands at 25. 

Home where Julie, after her standard jacket potato, fell asleep during Frasier on the sofa. She's not a woman to be woken so I had the bed to myself. Worst night's sleep in months.

Thursday 05/06/14

Today was the hardest day yet of the no smoking regime. No idea why. Just gagging for one all day. I resisted. Just. 

Mr. Stiff are playing at Cask Friday and Julie normally plays bass with them on one song. She'd not learnt anything new yet so spent the whole day practising. I never want to hear Enter Sandman again. I've signed the petition to stop Metallica playing Glastonbury purely out of spite. 

Finally finished cataloguing all the CDs and the day ended with more Scrabble. Julie was taking no prisoners. Beat me by 115 points. 22-4. She did let me play Trivial Pursuit afterwards knowing my knowledge of useless facts would probably lead to victory. 3-0 but it felt hollow after the Scrabble mauling. 

Friday 06/06/14

I got all domesticated and did some washing, having first gone to the shop to get some washing liquid 'cos I didn't see the bottle in plain view on the shelf. Maybe a 

  • useless
should be used here too.

A lazy afternoon writing this, watching the washing battle with the foliage as it dries and not thinking about red dresses. 

Cask in the evening to chaperon Julie's sister Mandy to see covers band Mr. Stiff. Or was Mandy chaperoning me? I'm not totally sure. As for Julie playing bass with them she did. To Gary Moore's Walking By Myself. She already knew that one. Mr. Stiff don't play Enter Sandman. I spent all day Thursday listening to it for no reason. I'm signing that Glastonbury petition again. Had a really fun night but drank far too much and can only apologise to my gorgeous girlfriend for being a bit of an arse when I finally got home. She's far too forgiving.
 
Saturday 07/06/14

Annoyingly I was hangover free. I deserved one really.  A lazy day before heading out to once more catch the quality live music Doncaster has to offer: We Lost Bravo, Fluidity and White Valentine at The Woolpack and Liberty Skank at Cask Corner. Nice and chilled for my dance home with the iPod. A taxi driver on Balby Road was very impressed with my moves. I couldn't hear properly 'cos of the iPod but I'm sure he said 'Bucking dancer'. I presume it's some kind of slang I'm unaware of.

Sunday 08/06/14


Pottered around my flat all day. It's a very small flat. You can easily potter round the whole flat in 30 seconds and there's only so many times you can potter. I'm not good at pottering. Sine FM Towers for The Other Way at 6. The beginning and ending to the show were awful. Everything in between was quality. Every button I pressed at the start of the show failed. Nothing like dead air to entertain the masses. Then two songs started playing at once. I'm such a professional. Thankfully things calmed down and my guests, the very brilliant Missing Pages, were saved from doing a two hour set. We talked male grooming, the lack of alcohol in everything and that elusive first album in between them playing live and showing just why they have been one of my favourite Donny acts for so long now. 

The incredibly talented Laura Kelly also nipped in. Sadly due to my lack of planning and professionalism, and Julie and Laura having an impromptu jam session in the green room (yes we have a green room and it is, disturbingly, green. That nasty hospital green) we only managed to get one song out of Laura with Julie on rhythm guitar. We'll try again soon. 

Every week Julie gives me a word to slip into the show somehow. In the past we've had antithesis, particulate and velour, all successfully included in the standard waffling. This week it was piebald. Ah, I'm so glad I chose this week to play Pulled Apart By Horses new single.

End of the show and again things decided they just didn't want to play. The wrong show dropped in and the whole schedule could have been bent out of shape. Thankfully after some faffing I finally sorted it. Have I mentioned I'm technically inept? 

Again, I've picked a fine time to quit smoking. Possibly out of sympathy for my nicotine free technophobia Julie agreed to play Trivial Pursuit again. 4-0. Then she proceeded to once more batter me at Scrabble. 23-4. Sympathy never stretches to Scrabble.

Quite right too.

Laters

SS

The Other Way Playlist Sunday 08/06/14


Everest - Public Service Broadcasting
45 - The Gaslight Anthem
Dog Days Are Over - Florence And The Machine
Follow You Home - Embrace
Reflections Of Summer (Live) - The Missing Pages
Letter From America - The Proclaimers
Cloudfest - Dexters
Rocky Ground - Bruce Springsteen
Jules Verne - The Clox
The Snake - Al Wilson
Webs Of Memories (Live) - The Missing Pages
VPL - Gbone
How It Ended - The Drums
Uptown Top Ranking - Althea And Donna
Rain - The Cult
Stand And fall - The Velcro Teddy Bears
Monkey Man - Toots And The Maytals
In Mind With You (Live) - The Missing Pages
(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais - The Clash
Lonely People - Jade-Lee Saxleby (Music Bomb)
Dream A Little Dream (Live) - Laura Kelly & Julie Buckley
Hot Squash - Pulled Apart By Horses
Ripples - The Coopers
Original Style - Rock To Art
Take Me Home - Fluidity
The Only Living Boy In New Cross - Carter USM
Cry Me A River - Ella Fitzgerald
Johannesburg - Bang Bang Romeo
Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers




Monday 2 June 2014

Please Cover Yourself In Vinegar

I'm starting early again. Tuesday afternoon if you must know. 2:24 to be exact if you're that intrigued. I'm waffling already but so far it's been a quiet week.

Monday 26/05/14

Finally finished cataloguing all the LPs. I always need a shower afterwards, partly 'cos a lot are so dusty but also I feel a little tainted with the some of the dross I have to wade through. Still, a couple of tidy finds yesterday. An original pressing of The Beatles' White Album (numbered 24,500) and the debut album from May Blitz. Yeah, I've never heard of them either but rarerecords.com have. Only got the CDs I bought last week to do now. Need to get some premises sorted so Julie can have her dining room back.

Monday night saw Julie's mate Roz turn up. I've now been vetted by two best mates and Mandy, Julie's sister, and I think I'm doing OK. They dueted together on the song Julie's written for the Sine FM music bomb. It's very good. Told you she's way more talented than me. 

And speaking of talented, a return to form in Scrabble tonight. Again neck and neck all the way but I took too many risks (ep and licour aren't words) and Julie finished on a triple word score to go back to her winning ways. 20-2.

The cough is still a dominant force and I finally ended up in the spare bed. Not to much avail as I could still be heard. Julie came in with some butter/sugar/vinegar concoction that she swears by. Did the trick. Just made me feel very sick as well.

Tuesday 27/05/14

I'd kept this quiet after my recent spectacular failing but I'm trying to stop smoking again. So far so good but given the dream I had this morning I think the patches are finally kicking in. I won't furnish you with details but I broke Sine FM, naked, in a church hall. 

The day finished with bonus Scrabble. I've come to the conclusion if I'm gonna get beat, and let's face it it happens a lot, I'd rather get thrashed than only just lose. Tonight was one of those games. Leading most of the way, down by one point with no letters left in the bag. Lost. Just. I despair. 21-2. 

Had a great night's sleep with, I thought, no coughing. Turns out I've developed the knack of coughing in my sleep. Back to my flat tomorrow night.

Wednesday 28/05/14

Another steady day spent mostly being proved right in Primark and bemoaning the fact that basic maths is becoming less and less abundant.

Quiet night in tonight mainly 'cos Julie's at work, I'm still coughing like a git and we're out tomorrow night, (gigging in Sheffield).  

Taking advantage of my night in to check out more new music sent my way. I still wish I had the balls to tell some bands to just stop it, it's painful and embarrassing for everyone. Wish someone had told The Kaiser Chiefs this many, many years ago. Admittedly it takes a special talent to turn an anti-Chav song into a Chav anthem but they've obviously done so with some relish. Never let anyone tell you Ricky Wilson isn't without a sense of irony. Leeds Festival 2012 finally did it for me. Treating it like they were playing Elland Road to a Leeds only crowd and constantly mugging to the big screen cameras. Woeful.

Think it's safe to say I don't like the new single they've just sent me.

Thursday 29/05/14

Met my daughter George for coffee and a gossip. 

My anti virus thing on my laptop has just told me that the anti virus thing on my laptop is taking up too much space on my laptop. I have no idea what this means.

Rennies once gave me indigestion. Think it's a similar principle.

Back to my flat and kept myself busy firing off emails. I now have a merchandise supplier, a carrier bag supplier and two more properties to view. And hopefully a signed band putting in an appearance at the shop later this year.

And I've caught up with myself. Thurs afternoon 3:43pm as we speak. Chill time before whisking the gorgeous Julie off to Sheffield for some glam rock in the form of The Struts, with The Darlingtons and Polkadodge supporting. Should be fun.  

Friday 30/05/14

5pm and just got in from Sheffield. That wasn't the plan at all. Had an absolutely brilliant night. The Struts are gonna be massive. They just know how to rock and have a good time and in Luke Spiller have one of THE most charismatic frontmen on the circuit. Think the love child of Jagger and Bolan dipped in a box of glitter and raised on The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. 

The night started, as promised at The Royal Standard, the pub run by The Velcro Teddy Bears. 

Hang on, fire alarm's going off. I've burnt my bacon!

It was open mic night and we promised to go back after the gig if we had time. Whether it was the alcohol or the post gig euphoria we turned down Mark Loraine's offer of a lift home, decided the last train didn't need us and headed back to The Royal Standard with talk of a taxi home. Got to the RS Bar just in time to see one half of The Velcro Teddy Bears to do their set. Urged on by Julie I asked if I could join in on the cajon. Had a brilliant time and don't think I ruined too many of their songs.

Remember the Dexters blog when I mentioned the dog I spilt Guinness on? Well he was there. I apologised and he went and sat on a sofa with Julie who promptly fell asleep on him. I figured it was time to go, didn't fancy Julie's chances in a taxi back to Donny so decided on a hotel. Thanks to Griff Teddy Bear for sorting it. I was in no state. 

We both woke up very confused as to where we were. The chips I'd hunted down in the middle of the night remained uneaten so, somewhat bizarrely, they got used as moisturiser.  Don't ask. It seemed to work though and it's quite pleasant having your girlfriend smelling of chips. 

Finally got back to Donny about 3pm. Need to liven up a bit as said Teddy Bears are at Cask tonight.

2:28am Saturday morning. This next paragraph is gonna be a bit soppy so feel free to skip it.

Had a quality night with Rob Dannatt and The Velcro Teddy Bears who were as awesome as I expected and then some. It's kinda nice getting home drunk but not DRUNK. It was great to catch up with Laura, my niece and nephew's cousin, which I presume means we're related but I'm not sure how exactly. Always nice to know that a side of the family I really should see more often love and appreciate me. And it was seriously good to walk home with Be My Yoko Ono playing in my head (I so love my iPod) knowing I'm in love, and loved, by someone who is just perfect for me. Bed now as serious bank manager meeting stuff in the morning and need to get my head out of the clouds.

Oh and it feels good having gone 107 hours without a cigarette.

Saturday 31/05/14

Up early for an appointment with HSBC who loved my business plan. offered to throw all kinds of shiny things my way then backed off rapidly when the computer said no. I shall take my no debts but still bad credit rating elsewhere then. 

Gits.

A chilled day before heading to Cask to see the very talented Mike Gaborak, who I'm hoping to get on the show soon. Groomlake Fugitives and Polish band the Sixth Of July. Nipped to the Woolpack to watch Carl Froch do what he should have done last time out. Back to Cask where I ended up DJing. Thanks Dave for that.

Still managed to not smoke. As reformed smokers know it's the pint 'n' a fag bit that's the hardest but as I write this (Sunday afternoon) it's now exactly 6 days. Thank you to Julie for her invaluable and unique method of support!

Sunday 01/06/14

A lazy day checking out more new music. Very strange to be sent a 'new' single that I first heard 4 years ago. And I don't think a song about Gianfranco Zola is really that relevant anymore. Sine FM Towers at 6 for The Other Way with surprisingly no guests this week apart from Julie and her random requests. Still, the airwaves should remain clean this week. 

A nicely relaxed show, quality tuneage and despite no guests still ran out of time. Loads of new stuff I'm yet to play. By the time I do it wont be new anymore. So can I suggest listening to new material from Pulled Apart By Horses, Bob Mould, Heartless Bastards and Slow Club in case I never get round to playing them.

The day ended with Trivial Pursuit. To save my bruised ego Julie's agreed to play something I have a chance at. Played two, won two. Ego feeling slightly better but it's back to Scrabble tonight. So Julie's better at words, I'm better at storing absolutely useless knowledge that only ever has a purpose when playing Trivial Pursuit. 

I'll take that. 

Laters

SS

The Other Way Play List - Sunday 01/06/14


The Other Way - Polkadodge
Time To Pretend - MGMT
Great Leap Forward - Billy Bragg
Hate To say I Told You So - The Hives
Radio - The Talks
007 (Shanty Town) - Desmond Dekker
Pirouette - Puppet Rebellion
Swampsnake - The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Rat Trap - The Boomtown Rats
Tush - ZZ Top
Jules Verne - The Clox
Spread Your Love - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet
Shimmer Gold - Dexters
Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra
Chapel Of Love - Elton John (For Steve and Chrissy)
On Trial - The Tricks
Foxy Foxy - Rob Zombie
Hope Street - The Levellers
Barney Rubble - The Twang
Be Somebody - The Enemy
Could Have Been Me - The Struts
Stand And Fall - The Velcro Teddy Bears
Kings For The Weekend - Missing Andy
Park Road - Passion Play (Music Bomb)
Bartender And The Thief - Stereophonics
Mind - The Farm
Good Enough - Dodgy
Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers