Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Je me relève
I lived in Aix-en-Provence for a year in 1997-98, and on the radio constantly was a version of Chumbawamba's Tubthumping which they had sung in French. Once I left France I told people all about this, but could never find any recording of it anywhere. I have spent 12 years trying to prove that this existed, and this morning I have made the momentous discovery.
Enjoy, Tubthumping in French.
Enjoy, Tubthumping in French.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Father's Day
It's Father's Day, the day every year I try not to get too bitter at having lost him.
When I was a kid, sometimes during half-term holidays I used to go to his work with him, when he was a German lecturer.
One day I sat in his class when they were doing an aural comprehension exercise, which in this case involved listening to a song and answering questions about it.
To keep me from too much boredom, I joined in with the class and listened to the song on headphones, and for some reason it totally captivated me. I made him put it on a tape for me and I listened to it again and again through my early childhood. My obsession with listening endlessly to quirky and odd pieces of music still hasn't waned to this day.
Then I remember coming home from University once and asking Dad if he still had the song on tape anywhere. He hunted round, found it and played it, and we listened to it again. This time, I asked what it was about, and it was totally disillusioning to find out that it's pretty reprehensible. The gist of it is a man telling his children not to play with the gypsy children in the woods, because they were naughty and dirty, but to play with their brothers instead. I was gutted, that this song I had so adored, was so offensive.
But, for the sake of nostalgia, here it is. My genius brother found this and we're pretty sure it's the very version we used to listen to.
'Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern' sung by Franz-Josef Degenhardt.
When I was a kid, sometimes during half-term holidays I used to go to his work with him, when he was a German lecturer.
One day I sat in his class when they were doing an aural comprehension exercise, which in this case involved listening to a song and answering questions about it.
To keep me from too much boredom, I joined in with the class and listened to the song on headphones, and for some reason it totally captivated me. I made him put it on a tape for me and I listened to it again and again through my early childhood. My obsession with listening endlessly to quirky and odd pieces of music still hasn't waned to this day.
Then I remember coming home from University once and asking Dad if he still had the song on tape anywhere. He hunted round, found it and played it, and we listened to it again. This time, I asked what it was about, and it was totally disillusioning to find out that it's pretty reprehensible. The gist of it is a man telling his children not to play with the gypsy children in the woods, because they were naughty and dirty, but to play with their brothers instead. I was gutted, that this song I had so adored, was so offensive.
But, for the sake of nostalgia, here it is. My genius brother found this and we're pretty sure it's the very version we used to listen to.
'Spiel nicht mit den Schmuddelkindern' sung by Franz-Josef Degenhardt.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Monday Mumbles
The 100 Greatest Female Artists of Rock'n'Roll has been published.
How is Celine Dion there and not Nina Simone? I mean really, how is Nina Simone *not* on there? It's obscene!
Still on music, it's surprising just what can be created using only sounds from Windows XP and Windows 98.
If you're running short of toilet paper, why not try the 100% recycled Shit Be Gone! That is seriously its name. I do like it when you know where you are with a product, and exactly what it will do!
I'm sure I'm not the only one whose teenage years were characterised by Judy Blume and all her books and characters. Interesting to see, then, that two of her books have been updated to reflect more recent practise in sexual health. And one of them's Forever
, which was the one we all thought was exceedingly rude. Ah, the innocence!
New Photo Blog Updates
The Orton Effect
Photo to Drawing: Raspberries
Spell With Flickr
More Orton Effect
Fake Model Photography
Same Photo, Different Treatments
How is Celine Dion there and not Nina Simone? I mean really, how is Nina Simone *not* on there? It's obscene!
Still on music, it's surprising just what can be created using only sounds from Windows XP and Windows 98.
If you're running short of toilet paper, why not try the 100% recycled Shit Be Gone! That is seriously its name. I do like it when you know where you are with a product, and exactly what it will do!
I'm sure I'm not the only one whose teenage years were characterised by Judy Blume and all her books and characters. Interesting to see, then, that two of her books have been updated to reflect more recent practise in sexual health. And one of them's Forever
, which was the one we all thought was exceedingly rude. Ah, the innocence!New Photo Blog Updates
The Orton Effect
Photo to Drawing: Raspberries
Spell With Flickr
More Orton Effect
Fake Model Photography
Same Photo, Different Treatments
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