Iggy and The Stooges are to headline at this years Get Loaded Festival on Clapham Common Sunday Aug 24 2008.
You can buy tickets from tomorrow at 09:00GMT from here.
Fingers poised for 9am tomorrow – I shall be purchasing a few tickets and practising my topless streak for the inevitable stage invasion. And then he might do this…..maybe…
Eyes down for a full house.
Read my review of Iggy and the Stooges at the Meltdown Festival 2007 herePlay my Listen With Rockmother podcasts here
There has been a lot of talk of blogging ennui of late here here and here especially. I found this picture today while actually searching for a person believe it or not. I guess this is what non-bloggers do in their spare time? It is a penny pyramid. A pyramid. Made out of pennies. Pennies painstakingly piled up to form a perfect pyramid. I have to say that would send my ocd tendencies raging. Quite frankly I would rather be blogging about drivel than aligning the 8,500th penny stack while straining my elasticated waistband crimplene trousers. For some reason I assume people who make pyramids out of pennies wear hideous man-made fibre garments. Think of the static with that Axminster. Ouch!
Bored? At a loose end – just go here – drivetime ennui chez Rockmother .
Here you go – I’m not one for bandwagons but I am currently experimenting with mixmaxmuxtape thingies – I’m still preferring podcasts my little choux buns! The Romo For Real 17 will be up soon – in the meantime you can always trawl my podcast archive LISTEN WITH ROCKMOTHER .
Recent raver reviews:
Bob Swipe “It’s better than horse”…..Istvanski “That Rockmother’s a slave to the rhythm she really is”….Batbitch “I would slip it in anytime”…..Reggie Parsons “Makes me want to crack open a bottle of something special and inhale deeply”……Dick Headley “Yet again no Barry Manilow Special but we live in hope”…..
You will have to listen to this for now – or fast forward or click to next blog or something.
I have done a muxtape – you can look at it and choose what you want to listen to here
I thought I would get a nice playlist and a picture of something like this
but no chance – you will just have to press the button instead!
Night night pop-pickers.
Yes – I am temporarily relieving my controlled love of gambling by rather commonly dragging my six year old to the bookies – our annual jaunt to place bets on horses! So exciting. My general tip: Irish trainers – you can’t go wrong.
We are betting on:Comply Or Die or Slim Pickings
Dun Doire
Kelami
Butlers Cabin My tips for good e/w outsiders are:
Idle Talk
Point Barrow
Cornish Sett
Simon
Madison De Berlais The going is currently dry – should this change I will be adjusting my bets. Current favourites are:
Hedgehunter
Snowy Morning
Slim Pickings Place your bets. UPDATE:
HURRAY! We got 1st and 4th place – £48!
I have currently noticed that this quality vehicle is for sale on ebay.
LH drive with original DDR bumper sticker: I bet that’s seen some Checkpoint Charlie actionEngine: VW – 1.1 wow!
In Car Audio: None – it’s ok Listen With Rockmother will be broadcasting forth live
Comfort: None – we don’t care
Safety Features: None – all the more rock’n’roll when you are taking a bend at 85mph kids
Body: Bits of soggy paper stuck together and dried out until goes hard – classy
Look at that perfect ill-fitting nylon stripe – I simply must have it. Look at the really basic switches and orange brown plastic door covers. Pure beauty.
Think about it – it is the perfect podcast summer roadshow vehicle – at a really awful seaside town near you. It is a thing of beauty and I am sorely tempted. Perhaps we will be the first ever entrant for Staples To Naples that can drive and podcast at the same time.
Yes Miss Jones – just for you. Don’t be ashamed, lots of people do it…I mean…podcast..you know…cast their pod to the world for all to hear.
Oh Mr Rigsby. How does one turn you on? I mean turn it on. Goodness, I don’t know what came over me. Please? Oh Mr Rigsby…no…I didn’t mean it like that. I only came down to see if you could open this jar of Picallili… Yes – The Romo For Real 16 is HERE for all to strain their ears too. No 17 will be up within the week. Sleep. Sleep. I need sleep.
attempting to have a bit of a spring clean, update my blogroll before half my readers think I’m a stuck-up cow. Not stuck up or selective I am afraid – just a tad bloglazy. And – I’m going to try find the time to do a new Listen With Rockmother podcast. I’m not sure where I am in the slutbitch Top 50 anymore but do find time to vote if you can dearies… generally usually hovering around no 37 these days which means I have dropped out of the Top 20 which simply won’t do.
Right – where are my Marigolds and my deephouse-coat? Margot?
that the odd one out was indeed T’Pau because they were only band in that group to integrate the saxophone into their song to worse rather than better effect. Obscure – yes – so sorry. It was originally just going to be a post about how few bands have been able to incorporate the saxophone into popular music to good effect but on an impulsive, uncontrollable whim I turned it into a competition. Well done to Miss Violet who basically guessed it. But seriously, The Blockheads, X-Ray Spex and Iggy and the Stooges all use the saxophone brilliantly within their repertoire where perhaps you would imagine that it really shouldn’t work at all. A tetchy, squealy punctuation that actually becomes the signature of the tune. The difference is that these bands played it punchy whereas T’Pau innapropriately married pop with that smooooth sax sound which just made the song sicklier and over-produced. Don’t get me started on Candy Dulfer! Shouldn’t have been allowed near a brass instrument if you ask me. Ditto Curtis Steigers. George Michael is let off because Careless Whisper is a perfect Greek pop song.
Don’t panic!
It’s ok – I am happy to report that Mr Bob Swipe has been found alive and well….rather kicking actually.
That’s Bob’s back on the right as he was welcomed by RAF Wing Co Cynthia Mallarde and Miss Tracy Catkins President of the British Heart Foundation Twickenham Labrador Lovers Association. Tracy Catkins rather thoughtfully brought a white cardie in case Bob needed treatment for shock.
All is now resumed after he lost his calliper on the way to the belt section, tripped and got rather bizarrely wedged between LP’s and Bric a Brac Corner. Bob celebrated with a pint of Twickenham’s finest Toffee ‘Buie Breezer and thanked all especially the industrial winch team that helped to dislodge the prosthesis. You can listen to and buy his album here – it’s really very bloody good. No doubt the next one might be a concept number based on this week’s traumatic events!
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