And so it came to pass … I’ve pretty much given up proper blogging: reviews, interviews, etc. Mainly because I find it quite hard work, and I’m more than somewhat idle. I recently started a Substack site, mainly to repost flash fiction, but I lost interest soon enough.
So, I thought I’d try to post a monthly round-up of some of the entertainments I’ve enjoyed of late. No reviews or star ratings or any of that. There will be some things I’ve overlooked, of course, and I’ll try to catch up with them at a later date. Time is a concept created by the bourgeoise to oppress the proletariat, after all.
Anyway, here are a few of my favourite things Octoberwise, click on the links if you fancy!
Founded in 2007 and named after the iconic Orange Juice track, The Fabulous Artisans is a collaboration between Glasgow based Oscar and BAFTA award winning actor, former stand-up comic and singer Neil Crossan and Edinburgh based songwriter, singer, multi-instrumentalist and producer Jeremy Thoms (also of The Cathode Ray and Stereogram label boss). “With a sound fed from Bacharach to Barry, Brel to Bowie, Cave to Collins, Magazine to Morricone and Wilson to Walker, this is timeless music for or from any era…”
Written, arranged and produced by Jeremy Thoms, “Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained”is only the fourth new track The Fabulous Artisans have released since their warmly received debut album “…From Red to Blue” came out on Swedish indie label Bendi Records in 2008. It continues their lineage of mixing up the classic pop sounds of the past with a modern twist, whilst adding their characteristic big lyrical themes of life and death.
“The Ghost Train” is a 1941 British film directed by Walter Forde and was based on the 1923 play of the same name written by Arnold Ridley, who much later played Private Godfrey in Dad’s Army. The story is about hijinks and chills ensue when a group become stranded at an isolated station and a legendary phantom train approaches
‘It’s been said that the British like eccentrics and I think it’s certainly true that we have a predisposition towards the odd, the awkward – especially where our entertainers are concerned. Britain has had its share of slick matinée idols of course, but there was always something a bit rough around the edges about the likes of Oliver Reed, Richard Burton and Sean Connery.’