Saturday, 27 August 2011

TV/DVD: HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER

Okay, so I bought a box set of Seasons 1 & 2 of this show for £15.00  and last night I started watching Season 2. This morning I ordered a bigger box set of Seasons-1-5 for £27.95 which is cheaper by a third than buying 3-5 separately, plus I can sell the S.1-2 box on Amazon Marketplace and probably recoup about £10.00 making it even cheaper.

So I think it's fairly safe for you to assume that I like this show. A lot. 

It's a massive hit in the States but only a cult show over here which surprises me as it's the natural successor to Friends, except that it's better. If you want all the details, check out the entry on Wikipedia because I'm not going into them here as this is just a first impression.

It's a warm-hearted adult show -adult in that it's about the concerns of a group of adults in their mid-late 20's- which isn't to say that the humour can't be childish. The macguffin is that the older (unseen and voiced by a different actor,) Ted is telling his teenage children how... well, that's fairly obvious. But it's actually about his life (young Ted being played by Josh Radnor) and the lives of his friends, a settled couple (played by Alyson Hannigan and Jason Segel), the woman he wants (Cobie Smulders), and a completely insensitive unscrupulous sex-mad jerk brilliantly played by Neil Patrick Harris. Plus a series of terrific guest stars, several of whom, like Hannigan, have links to Joss Whedon. But rather than being just episodic comedy it has ongoing plot threads and story arcs so to watch indvidual episodes at random (which is how I discovered the show) is to miss much of what's going on and is actually better watched pigging out on it on DVD as I'm currently doing.

I'm not entirely sure I'm convinced by Hannigan's mannered performance except that she steals nearly every scene she's in, she's completely charming (if vaguely irritating at the same time) and sweet and devastatingly effective on the rare occasions when her character Lily loses her temper going from calm to ballistic in a microsecond. Needless to say the rest of the cast are good as well and the group dynamic works well with Neil Patrick Harris (who has won several awards for his role as Barney) in full obnoxious sexist flow an absolute delight even as you want to shove his head down the toilet and flush.

Unusual for an American TV show, the same director has been in used for all but a handful of episodes and the creators/producers (who based the show on their own lives) are still in charge with massive creative input. This allows for a consistency of tone and character. The structure of episodes is also well done with a frequent use of flashback to replay scenes from different perspectives to great effect.

I may even like this more than The Big Bang Theory.

Oh yes, almost forgot: it's the funniest show on TV right now.

Saturday, 20 August 2011

WALKING IN THE COUNTRYSIDE HALF A MILE FROM HOME

Which, considering I live barely over a mile from the centre of the City of Sunderland which has an area of 237 square miles (or 3874 hectares, whatever they are), isn't bad going. In fact, logically, it seems impossible, but it's true. and it's true because of a massive misimpression of what Sunderland is really like.

Sunderland: a brief description.
It's true that the place only got going during the Industrial Revolution and was basically founded on heavy industry with ship building and coal mining being the mainstays. But you could throw in an internationally famous glassworks (Corning and Pyrex) with a 1500 year history of glassmaking in the city, and a very successful brewery (Vaux). The town boundaries expanded, absorbing numerous villages which have now become just districts.

It's true that Sunderland, like most of the North East of England also has a long history of high unemployment which is why, until relatively recently, immigrants tended to stay away with the result that Sunderland has a very low proportion of ethnic minorities among its population; though this is changing.

What's also changed in that the old industries have gone away. The mines are all closed and the ship builders shut up shop. Even the glassworks closed and the brewery shut down. And while all this was going on, Sunderland began to reinvent itself. Nissan gave employment and the local economy a massive shot in the arm and despite some ups and downs, the car making plant is currently doing well. The council set up business parks, taking care that they look good from an environmental point of view. Inner Sunderland has undergone much renovation and, after many years without a cinema, we've even got our own multiplex. Barnes Park which I roamed through throughout my childhood has also been renovated and I really must go there again.

Admittedly, this is still pretty much a working class culture, despite a renovated theatre which attracts big show and big audiences, despite a brilliantly rebuilt museum and winter gardens, and a modern art gallery. Where once ships were put together are green slopes, university buildings and sculptures. The sea front remains, apart from minor reshaping and  stuff,  pretty much as it has always done and thank goodness for that. Our football team has been doing acceptably well of late and, as long as it does better than rivals Newcastle, no-one is going to complain overmuch. The annual air show brings in the crowds and the, formerly Kite, International Friendship Festival is an enjoyable occasion. There is even a folk festival over this August Bank Holiday weekend which I must find out more about.

It's true that Sunderland has its dark side but so do all large urban conurbations. What's also true and is much more important is that Sunderland isn't an unattractive city and in so many ways is actually a very pleasant place to live with many attractions if you can make the effort to seek them out.

Walking: an explanation.
When I retired three years ago, it was intention to re-join the Sunderland Ramblers, a group I'd left when Susan and I got married. They have regular half day walks in the immediate area which sounded good to me. However, I quickly found out that I was pretty much on call for cat rescue and other Animal Krackers stuff (see Cat Rescuing Sunderland blog) 24/7 and really just couldn't plan ahead. If I want to go to the cinema, I like to go to the earliest show possible (from 11.00 onwards) but find that difficult -you can tell by the lack of cinema reviews in this blog. So that went by the board. A pity as I've been fond of country walks all my life and was an active fell walker in my late teens and early twenties.

Instead I went swimming at 7.30am five days a week. A few days ago I was chatting to Matty, a 70 year old regular who also walks all over Sunderland. He told me he often saw rabbits and even foxes during his walks, including the Tunstall Hill area. Ah ha! I thought.

And so, this morning at 6.30, I drove half a mile up the road and this is what I saw.

Photographs: deep in the heart of Sunderland.


First a pause to take in a panorama of Sunderland, the sea front is sadly obscured. Then up a steep bank to turn right at a field and a gentle ascent to the trig point. I saw some rabbits scuttling about but they also saw me and buggered off very quickly. On the other side of the trig point is the top of what is locally called Rocky Hill, part of the Tunstall Hills. At least it was when I was a kid in the 50's and scrambling up all over. A bloke in his late thirties I spoke to this morning didn't know what I was talking about. Anyway, this is why it's called Rocky Hill-







I came off Rocky Hill down one side. I'd have liked to climb down the rock face itself and 20 years ago I might have done but at 63 and in ordinary shoes and regular rock scrambling but a youthful memory, I opted for discretion over valour and, typically for me, rather go down a gentle path, compromised by a steeper but relatively easy descent where I only needed to use my hands infrequently for balance.

From there I walked along a wide track back to my starting point. I did get close to a rabbit which was about ten feet away but so well hidden in the bushes it wasn't worth taking a picture. But I did take one of a rabbit hole.




End bit.
So you see that there really is countryside even deep within the heart of a large city and the above photographs show only one small area among many, most of them easily accessible. Plus, as readers of my cat rescuing blog know, little more than a half hour drive gets you deep in Durham hills.

Confession time: this was hardly a lengthy trek. I doubt I walked for more than 25 minutes and a distance of less than a mile. However, there is more to this part of Sunderland than shown here and I intend to go back again to try a different part. Who knows, I might even walk 2 miles next time.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

amazon.co.uk VS amazon.com

As regular readers know, most of the stuff I buy and review or comment on in this blog comes from Amazon UK. Very occasionally I'll use Ebay but most of the time Amazon UK (or AzUK dealers, like myself) is cheaper. Sometimes, however, I'll order something from Amazon.com -the US shop because it's cheaper. It doesn't happen very often but if I'm buying something expensive, I'll check them out as well. DC Absolute series of lavish hardback editions of their very best comics/graphic novels are almost always significantly cheaper than the UK even after adding postage on top. I've currently got Absolute Promethea vol 3 on order with them at a saving of over £15.00 (assuming the exchange rate stays roughly the same).

I'm also known as being a fan of The Grateful Dead and if you haven't heard of them, look them up on
http://www.allmusic.com/

I get a regular newsletter from their online store and in the latest one today there's a new collection entitled Europe 72 vol.2. 

The first GD album I bought (though not the first I'd heard) was their now legendary double vinyl album Europe 72 which is still one of my favourite albums and which I own in the extended version as part of the thicker than a brick box (and I do mean box) set The Golden Road 1965-73. Just recently they released The Complete Europe 72 Sessions which cost over $400.00 and even I'm not that mad. Volume 2. however, is a selection of the best from that version with none of the tracks having been issued on the original album.

Now in the comments section in the GD newsletter were a few that complained about their not being a limited bonus CD which is common with these sets, but also that it was already available on Az.com at a cheaper price! Now while I am trying to give up my irregular habit of buy GD live sets and sold a few on Az marketplace, I was tempted by Europe 72 vol.2 so I checked the Az UK price -£19.65- which struck me as a little expensive for only a 2-disc set, so I checked Az.com.

I was quite shocked to find that their price was only 12 dollars and change. I added it to my basket and went through the procedure until it put on the postage which I then converted into pounds and it came to £12 and change. a saving of seven, or more than a third. Naturally I went ahead and confirmed the order.

So, there you have it. It pays to check Az.com prices for some items now and again as you could save yourself some money.

The one I didn't buy.
Life's too short to be that obsessive.




CINEMA/TV: YOUR FAVOURITE ACTORS

Who are they?

Why do you like them?

After writing the previous post about tv shows I liked, I started asking myself these questions after thinking about which actors I would watch no matter what they were in. The list is short, though I may have forgotten some: Nathan Fillion, Julie Benz, (and of late) Dana Delany, possibly Sarah-Jane Potts, though she's usually in supporting roles so she's sadly easy to miss.

Then I thought of other actors I'd been taken with recently. There's Zachary Levi and Yvonne Strahovski of Chuck. And in the same show, though I've liked him for a while, Adam Baldwin. I'd never heard of Colin Ferguson before Eureka but he's definitely on the list. You could squeeze in Bruce Campbell but he's been in some fucking awful films.

With one exception, these actors all have one thing in common that transcends sex and genre. Any thoughts spring to mind? Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. Okay, you can shout it out now and see if it's what I think.

Likeability.

Specifically, they all have gift for displaying humour and also charm and this is what I find so appealing about these actors. 

The exception is Julie Benz who is usually in straight dramatic roles but does have a rarely displayed gift for comedy which I suspect gets overlooked because, apart from being gorgeous, she's such a good dramatic actor. I remember reading about the cast in Buffy would all turn up when Benz was doing doing a scene just because she is so good. Sadly even she couldn't prevent her latest show An Ordinary Family from cancellation after one season.

All these actors manage to lift whatever they are in and they all manage to make me smile (and drool in the case of Benz). They cheer me up as do the shows they are in. (Is it the singer or song?)

It's possible that this tells you more about me than about any of the actors I've mentioned. Shows they've been in which I've watched but haven't mentioned above, include: Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Castle, Desperate Housewives, Sugar Rush series 2 (C4's teen lesbian comedy-drama with Olivia Hallinan and Lenora Crichlow), The Evil Dead series. Basically light entertainment with a leaning towards genre. But it's significant that I haven't singled out actors from more serious shows which I've also enjoyed -Battlestar Galactica springs to mind.

Whatever.

What I do know is that you should be watching anything with these actors in it because no matter how good or bad it is they all make it better.


Footnote.
A name several of them have in common, which may or may not be significant is: Joss Whedon.

Monday, 15 August 2011

TV: WHAT I'VE BEEN WATCHING

Okay, this is a bit of a ramble through some of my favourite recent programmes on TV. I'm sharing the love with a dash of added snark.

Regular favourites are those two medical soaps, the long-running Casualty (BBC1, Saturdays) and the not-quite-so-long-running-it-just-feels-like-it spin-off Holby City (BBC1, Tuesdays). They may get a month's break about once a year but it's not really noticeable. I'm not a soap-fan and long ago lost what little interest I had in the UK's big three -Coronation Street, Eastenders, and Emmerdale- but I do like medical dramas and these two keep going by having large interesting and often changing casts. 

Currently I'm more into Holby City because of its characters which includes my favourite, Frieda Petrenko (below) the Ukranian Goth-nurse with the waspish tongue and who was recently revealed to be -and is now employed as- a qualified doctor. Frieda is played by Ukranian-born Olga Fedori so at least the accent is genuine. She's just reappeared after a few weeks off to go to her father's funeral and has returned to meet several new workmates who include senior staff nurse Eddi McKee (played by the wonderful Sarah-Jane Potts (below on left). S-JP had a minor recurring but different role in Casualty a few years back. She's a terrific actress and best playing on the ball good humoured characters.) Frieda and Eddi immediately bond over their dislike of new trainee doctor the lovely Lulu (not shown) with the powerful daddy and who thinks the sun shines out of her arse. They are on the same ward with registrar Sasha Levy (Bob Barrett, below centre), the likeable bumbling but more astute than he seems Jewish doctor. Also shown in the photo below is new nurse Chantelle (Lauren Drummond) whose bubbly airhead manner masks a sensitive and surprising competence. And clearly I could go on for ages about this show, but this bunch are the main attraction for me.

 Casualty is okay at the moment, always watchable and should perk up with the addition of some characters two of which appeared in the last episode and three to start in the next.

I've written about Castle before, the show that wouldn't have had a second season were it not for the charismatic charm and self-deprecating wit of Nathan Fillion plus the chemistry with co-lead Stana Katic, and a good likeable supporting cast albeit I'm getting sick of the goody-goody daughter. It's one of the several shows I record and watch on a lunch time. If there's a choice of recorded stuff I have to say that Castle is always the first one I pick even though on many levels it's the least interesting. It's just so much fun. Last week was the season finale and Susan, who watched it a few days later and didn't realise she was watching a repeat, shouted to me about the climax. "They've killed the heroine!" They haven't of course, though I had to insist that she'd be back in the new series and there wouldn't be a new character. The episode brought (almost) to a conclusion the long-running subplot of the mystery of her mother's murder when it was revealed that a close and trusted colleague was involved -well, he definitely won't be back next season. The big question is: did Kate hear Castle's declaration of love before she passed out?

I've still to watch last week's episode of Torchwood. It started well but I'm finding it less and less compelling. For the final season, Smallville isn't exactly setting my TV alight. Last week's  was a parallel world story where Clark Kent was raised as Clark Luthor and I found it so uninteresting I switched it off after about fifteen minutes. Sanctuary, a show I used to like, has been less interesting with its just finished third season.

Coming under the category of better than I expected, I'm finding Falling Skies (above) -aliens have invaded and they've won- quite watchable. We're up to episode 6 in the UK and I correctly and immediately spotted a new character as a traitor. There are hints that there's a lot more to learn about the aliens (and what that is can be easily found out by anyone looking for it on the Internet, though I'm trying to avoid this as much as I can). Definitely promising.

New series Body of Proof stars Dana Delany (probably the most beautiful 55 year old woman in the world) which is all anyone needs to know in order to watch it. Delany can steal scenes from Nathan Fillion so as far as I'm concerned this is another Castle. Delany was also in Desperate Housewives and got to kiss another favourite of mine Julie Benz. I thought I was in heaven.

I shouldn't really be reviewing the next show in this post as I've been watching it on DVD (nearly at the end of season 2) but it is a TV series. In the UK it's A Town Called Eureka (US: Eureka). Don't ask me why. I tried it when it first started four seasons ago but for some reason it didn't click with me. Then I saw Season 1 going cheap on Amazon and thought I'd give it a try. Who knows, I might strike lucky again as I did when bought Chuck Season 1. The bad news: it isn't as good as Chuck. The good news: very little on TV is as good as Chuck but this show is likable and engaging. 
Again the Gods of Casting waved their magic wand by giving the lead role to Colin Ferguson who is perfect as Sheriff Jack Carter, an amiable sometimes bumbling everyman in a town full of tunnel-visioned genii (or geniuses, if you prefer) who can make connections they can't. There's Zoe, the rebellious teenage daughter. There's the will-they won't-they love interest Dr Allison Blake (unusually for American TV played by a mixed-race actress Salli-Richardson Whitfield). The nemesis Dr  Nathan Stark, Allison's ex. And an all-round quality supporting cast most notably Joe Morton as a car mechanic who used to build space shuttles (and more complicated stuff besides) and Matt Frewer as an eccentric animal expert. Note: most of the inhabitants of Eureka are eccentric. I haven't mentioned the redhead in the photo below but you can work out who's who from the above.
Just one last thing. The DVDs for the first two seasons have no fucking subtitles which pisses the hell out of me.

On order from Amazon are the first two seasons of the highly regarded but little heard of over her hit US sitcom How I Met Your Mother. Every time I catch an episode I wonder why I don't watch it regularly. So now I'm playing catch up.

Can't think of anything else though I'm sure I will the second after I publish this post. Bye.

HEALTH: DENTISTS ARE GETTING YOUNGER

I've been having regular problems with a bottom right molar. Every time it gets filled, the filling drops out within a few days, or even hours. It's not a major problem, or it wasn't until recently when it started to particularly nag. So I arranged to have it removed. I took the earliest appointment which wasn't with my regular dentist as I don't care who does it.

When I entered the surgery I couldn't see the dentist, but the dental nurse had her teenage daughter with her. She looked about fourteen. Except, of course, it wasn't her daughter but the dentist who had to be around 23-25, but she really did look fourteen.

And if you think I'm going to be patronising, I'm not. She was extremely careful and, after checking my teeth thoroughly, had the dental nurse take me upstairs for my first dental x-ray in over a decade. Studying the result, she first pointed to a thin line which travelled down my cheek and along the base of my teeth passing very close to the problematic molar. Because it would be so easy to damage this nerve, it was something which couldn't be done in general practice and would refer me to the hospital. She also noticed a black area under my teeth and in the gum. She suspected this might be the remains of an old cyst but that would also need checking at the hospital.



Image from Google

I'm impressed. My regular dentist (male, ten years older at least) would have just whipped the tooth out. Next time I go, I'll make sure to ask for her again.


Now all I have to do is to wait the 4-6 weeks it takes to get an appointment at the hospital.

Note.

For non-UK readers, we pay a nominal banded fee for dental treatment. The one I've just had cost me £47.00. Treatment at the hospital will be on the National Health Service and is, therefore, free.

Thursday, 11 August 2011

CINEMA: CAPTAIN AMERICA , THE FIRST AVENGER

While this didn't knock my socks off, the fact that I've just got back from the cinema and want to write about it says something.

And that something is that it's a pretty good origin story without any real weaknesses. Where it does deviate from comic canon, it actually improves on the original. Sidekick Bucky Barnes is now Steve Rogers' boyhood friend and protector and who gets all the girls. Peggy Carter has transformed into a British agent. Howard Stark (Iron Man's dad) is a major player in the story. There's little attempt to hide Cap's real name and he rarely wears a mask. A lot of the time his costume is covered up with army gear. After his initial transformation, the government uses Cap as a moral booster presenting song and dance shows to sell bonds, at least until he does a show in front of soldiers just from the front and receives a lot of abuse.

All the cast are good with Chris Evans very acceptable as Rogers/Cap. The action sequences are well done with Cap's exploits never seeming beyond the bounds of plausibility, though they are. Occasionally the pacing flags but that's worst I can say and it isn't a significant weakness.

I'm going to spoil the ending a little but it isn't really a spoiler as it's foreshadowed in the opening scene. The ending is a low budget version of Cap's modern day awakening in The Ultimates which is fine but a little too brief. I didn't bother sitting through the credits to see if there was a extra scene.

Overall, a sound solid super-hero movie.


Afterword.

Would somebody stop letting the intensely irritating Stan Lee do cameos in these films. It's particularly galling in this one as Captain America was created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby and Marvel have just won a case against the estate of Jack Kirby stopping them from profiting from all the comics he created for Timely-later-Marvel as work for hire.


DVD: SUPER

Revised from an Amazon 5* review.

This isn't a super-hero movie, but I'll get back to that in a moment.

Because of writer-director James Gunn's track record with genre movies, I expected to like this one a lot and was surprised at the beginning when I found it irritating because the central character was such an unsympathetic near-retarded loser schlub  Frank (Rainn Wilson) and couldn't understand how he could snare a wife like Liv Tyler, though it was easier to understand why she would go off with local drug dealer (Kevin Bacon). Embittered by his treatment he decides to become a super-hero. His transformation is realistically and believably done -a crudely home-made suit with a painted wrench. By the time this happened I'd begun to understand and feel more sympathetic towards the character. We also find out how he ended up with Liv Tyler's character.

Then Ellen Page who works at the local comic book shop appears and the film shifts up a gear. Becoming the sidekick frees her to indulgent her violent fantasies and she nearly kills someone who's upset her. Inevitably things escalate. The violence is portrayed realistically from the outset. This is no cathartic super-hero action movie, this is real-world violence which is ugly and painful and climaxes in something appallingly hideous.

Nathan Fillion appears in a cameo as a smug Christian super-hero  in what seems like propaganda commercials created by a fundamentalist church and are as excruciatingly awful as you could imagine. Gunn himself appears in them as thwarted cackling devil.

I'm not going to even hint at the end. It didn't turn out the way I expected at all and is all the better for it. Despite an apparent shaky beginning, Gunn and Wilson make you care about the central character. The script is darker and deeper than you'd expect. The performances are excellent and confirm Page as one of the most likeable and finest young actresses around.


And now I'll explain why this isn't a super-hero movie. The costume is basically the macguffin, it's significant only in that Wilson's character feels empowered by it. The film is about a man who tries to regain control over his life and to save the wife who callously left him but whom he still loves. It also makes the point that only someone dysfunctional would try to be a super-hero in the real world.

Saturday, 6 August 2011

WEBSITES: THE WORKS OF ROBERT E HOWARD


This is actually the first time I've put up a post about a website. I've referred to many during the time I've been blogging and listed some of my favourites in the sidebar, but this is the first time I've been enthused to actually write specifically about one.

Arrived in the post this morning is an anthology of stories by Robert E. Howard entitled Conan's Brethren. It features a selection of stories about three of Howard's other well-known characters -King Kull (low budget crap movie with Kevin Sorbo), Solomon Kane (disappointing decent budget movie with James Purefoy) and Bran Mak Morn (bleak Pictish stuff, no movie to date), plus a selection of stories featuring similar characters. Looking through the book, I was curious to find out how many stories about the three had been omitted and googled Robert E Howard bibliography. The very first entry was this one-

The works of Robert E Howard at http://howardworks.com/howard.htm

And it's simply amazing. At the end of this post is what's on the home page. Each link takes you to an enormous resource. Now what it doesn't do is provide biographical information. It is, pure and simple, a bibliography of the works of Howard and of sources of information about him. It's impossible to imagine anything else of this kind about the author improving on this site. It's a true labour of love and a model of what a single-author bibliographical web site should be. 

Todd Woods, the compiler, started it in 2000 and states that it's a work in progress. All I can say is that  it includes Conan's Brethren which was only published this year (2011). Over a decade on and it's still being updated.

(NB and that's despite the indicia of CB claiming 2009 as a publication date. It was supposed to have been published then and, presumably, it was even printed, but I only stumbled across it a few days ago in Waterstones. My original order on Amazon was delayed so often that Amazon cancelled orders for the book. I've just found out that the pages were indeed printed in 2009 but a trademark dispute delayed publication. Also above the title on the unpublished edition is The Complete Collection, which it most certainly isn't. The RRP is £20.00, Amazon are flogging it for £14.00, but I got it for £7.50, including postage, new from an Amazon Marketplace dealer which is a pretty good deal.) 

Mr Woods, I salute you for an outstanding achievement.

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Thursday, 4 August 2011

SOCIETY: THE DEATH PENALTY

I read today about e-petitions which, if they get enough public support, will be debated in Parliament which, in turn, could lead to a change in the law. First up seems to be the death penalty.

I have no objection to debating it, though if we lived in a truly civilised society the topic would never even arise, because we needed to be reminded of what a cruel and inhumane thing it is.

1. It isn't justice, it's revenge pure and simple. I understand why people would want the murderer of a loved one to be put to death. I would probably feel the same. But that doesn't make it right. It's an emotional response to a horrendous act. The law is, or should be, about justice. The death penalty isn't.

2. Mistakes are made. Innocent people are found guilty. The police can be put under pressure in cases such as the Birmingham Bombings to get a result and that is just one relatively recent example. With the death penalty, how many innocent people would have been legally murdered by the State in the last 30 years? One would have been too many. New evidence to prove innocence often turns up.

3. How is murder defined? There are various degrees of culpability. Derek Bentley, a subnormal young adult, was hanged because, while in police custody, he uttered a phrase which only might have suggested his friend kill a policeman; or might have suggested he hand the gun over. Ruth Ellis, the last woman to be hanged in the UK, was proven to have a mental instability. Oh but of course we've changed, that sort of thing would never happen now.Of course it wouldn't. Of course it would.

4. It is final. It gives the individual no chance to reform or to show repentance, to become a better person.

5. The only western country to still have the death penalty is the USA which only lags behind China in its use. Bill Clinton knowingly refused to pardon a retarded man because it would affect the chances of his election. What sort of system murders retarded people?

I detest and despise and loathe the death penalty with all my heart. It is cruel. It is vindictive. It is wrong. It is an eye for an eye and I thought we'd come further than that. Remember the outcry of an Iranian woman who was disfigured and blinded by a rejected suitor? She was given the right to have him blinded in turn. Thankfully at almost the last minute she relented. Do you think she was right? Should cruelty be met with cruelty? If that's what you believe then please have nothing to do with me because you are anathema to me and your lack of humanity disgusts me.

MUSIC: AN EXCHANGE OF EMAILS ON THE SUBJECT OF THE KINGSMEN & LOUIE LOUIE

This a follow up to the previous post which resulted in an exchange of emails between me and my old mate Barry, with extremely substantial contributions copied from Wikipaedia,  about The Kingsmen and the song Louie Louie. 

It reminded me of the time that he and his friend Phil S tried to teach me to play the riff on guitar. When it became obvious I couldn’t, they tried to get me to do it just using the bass line. Couldn’t do that either. This was ironic as my family was very musical –everyone could play the piano, my great-grandfather taught it and my mother could play by ear. Me, after several horrendous sessions with an impatient piano teacher I vowed never to touch it again.
This also reminds me about the eccentric Phil, whom neither Barry nor I have seen or heard from in over 40 years, who had a massive Oedipus complex and kept trying, much to my embarrassment as he was year younger than us, to chat up my mother.

Any text in red between [...] parentheses are my interpolations (or, sticking my nose in). 


Barry:
Mr. Pedant (or The Corrector) replies -------
Just to completely bugger it for you, this wasn't Del Shannon either........ but you got the D right!
Mr. Trivia recently read something that makes "rip offs" by "The Kinksman" [Barry refers to me commenting that Ray Davies ripped off the song for the Kinks first two hits] insignificant. The Kingsmen knocked off EXACTLY the arrangement and sound recorded by The Wailers' on their recent version....
A superb and educational mine of info on Wiki - read most of it below or check out the whole song story on Wiki yourself.  
 Lyrics were even officially investigated for "obscenity" once!

Me:
Knew I should have checked the details first. Not sure about this Wailers business. They were formed in 1963 and their version isn't on the Love That Louie CD which I would have imagined it should be if what you say is correct. Plus. the Wailers were a Jamaican band and I can't imagine them sounding anything like the Kingsmen.- 

[It was odd that I’d make the mistake about Dion as I mildly liked him at the time but positively disliked Del Shannon, a source of good-natured friction between me and some of my and Barry’s classmates who thought the sun shone out of Shannon’s arse.]

Barry:
NOT DEM WAILERS - DESE WAILERS.........

From Wikipaedia

 In late 1958, the group recorded a demo of an instrumental written by Dangel, Morrill and Greek, which found its way to Clark Galehouse of New York based Golden Crest Records. He liked the track and had it re-recorded by the band in Lakewood in February 1959; its title "Tall Cool One" was apparently suggested by Morrill's mother.  Released as a single, it reached # 36 on the Billboard Hot 100 and # 24 on the R&B chart. The band made the cross-country trip to New York to record an LP, The Fabulous Wailers, which was released in December 1959 and featured two vocals by Morrill as well as instrumentals. They also appeared on Dick Clark's nationally televised American Bandstand, and toured the east coast. A second instrumental from their first recording session, "Mau-Mau", made # 68 on the Billboard pop chart,  but their third single, "Wailin'", failed to make the chart.

The band decided to return to the Northwest, rather than staying in New York as their record label wished, and they were dropped from their contract.[9] Around the same time, they added lead vocalist "Rockin' Robin" Roberts (Lawrence Fewell Roberts II, 23 November 1940 - 22 December 1967), a charismatic frontman who had previously been the singer with rival Tacoma band the Bluenotes.  John Greek left the group in acrimonious circumstances, and was replaced by bassist John "Buck" Ormsby (b. Seattle, 1941). Ormsby, Morrill and Roberts then formed Etiquette Records and, in 1961, the label released its first single, a cover version of Richard Berry's "Louie Louie". For contractual reasons the single was credited to Roberts, but was performed by the whole band.  Their recording became a local hit and was distributed nationally by Imperial Records, but did not make the national chart. However, its style, with its trademark 1-2-3, 1-2, 1-2-3 riff,  inspired other groups from the Seattle area, most notably the Kingsmen of Portland, Oregon, to record the same song. 

The Wailers continued to perform locally and, according to Morrill, one of their biggest fans was the young Jimi Hendrix, then starting to perform guitar. The band performed both with and without Roberts, who studied at the University of Washington, the University of Puget Sound, and Oregon State University, eventually achieving a masters degree in biochemistry. They also occasionally featured teenage girl singer Gail Harris, notably on the live album The Fabulous Wailers at the Castle, recorded in 1961, which has been described as "undoubtedly one of the most influential albums in Seattle rock & roll history."  In all, the band recorded and released four albums on their own Etiquette label between 1962 and 1966, as well as a succession of singles. They also helped instigate the recording career of The Sonics, whose first two albums were issued by the label.

 R. Kennedy, Attorney General

Me:
 Using the riff is not the same as the arrangement. The Kingsmen's version is one of those unique things which has never been bettered either before or since and ranks [as a cover] along with Hendrix's cover of All Along The Watchtower. Play it and see.

Barry:
Yes, but there is much more to ripping off than merely repeating one measly riff that was a part of it. Best way to explain is to say that The Wailers version - in tempo, phrasing, accents and improvisation - was miles away from the original; The Kingsmen were a few yards from the Wailers. However, the Kingsmen recording is only historically unique because of the raw performance, instrument balance (despite desperately lo-fi sound engineering that - paradoxically - helped it!) and a one-off atmosphere from their talent.
 Les Paul

 From Wikipaedia-

Cover versions: The Kingsmen
In the U.S. music industry of the 1950s and 1960s, mainstream white artists often covered songs by black artists. On April 6, 1963, a rock and roll group from Portland, Oregon, called The Kingsmen, chose "Louie Louie" as their second recording, their first having been "Peter Gunn Rock."

The Kingsmen recorded the song at Northwestern, Inc., Motion Pictures and Recording in Portland. The group paid a modest $36 for a one-hour Saturday morning session. Ely says he remembers paying $10.00, one-fifth of the $50.00 fee. The session was produced by Ken Chase. Chase was a local radio personality on the AM rock station 91 KISN and also owned the teen nightclub that hosted the Kingsmen as their house band. The engineer for the session was the studio owner, Robert Lindahl. The Kingsmen's lead singer Jack Ely based his version on a 1961 recording of Berry's tune by another band from the Pacific Northwest, Rockin' Robin Roberts and the Fabulous Wailers (no relation to The Wailers which was headed by Bob Marley years later), unintentionally introducing a change in the rhythm as he did. "I showed the others how to play it with a 1-2-3, 1-2, 1-2-3 beat instead of the 1-2-3-4, 1-2, 1-2-3-4 beat that is on the (Wailers') record," recalled Ely. The night before their recording session, the band played a 90-minute version of the song during a gig at a local teen club.

The Kingsmen's studio version was recorded in one take. They also recorded the "B" side of the release, an original instrumental by the group called "Haunted Castle".

A significant error on the Kingsmen's version occurs just after the lead guitar break; as the group were going by the Wailers' version, which has a brief restatement of the riff, two times over, before the lead vocalist comes back in, it would be expected that Ely would do the same. Ely, however, overshot his mark, coming in too soon, before the restatement of the riff; he realizes his mistake and stops the verse short, but the band doesn't realize that he's done so. As a quick fix, drummer Lynn Easton covers the pause with a drum fill, but before the verse has ended, the rest of the band goes into the chorus at the point where they expect it to be; they recover quickly.

This error is now so embedded in the consciousness of some groups that they deliberately duplicate it when performing the song. There is also a persistent and oft-repeated story that the microphone for Ely was mounted too high for him to sing without tilting his head back excessively, resulting in his somewhat pinched and strangled sound through most of his vocal. This is exactly the way his head was pitched according to Ely. This seems unlikely, however, in view of the fact that it was recorded by professional personnel in a dedicated recording studio. According to Ely himself, "There were no professional personnel in the studio that day except maybe Lindahl. We set up all our own equipment in a circle facing each other underneath an overhead microphone up by the ceiling at which I sang/shouted the lyrics." It has also been reported that Ely had gotten braces on his teeth the day before, impeding vocalization.

The Kingsmen transformed Berry's easy-going ballad into a raucous romp, complete with a twangy guitar, occasional background chatter, and nearly unintelligible lyrics by Ely. A chaotic guitar break is triggered by the shout, "Okay, let's give it to 'em right now!", which first appeared in the Wailers' version,  as did the entire guitar break (although, in the Wailers' version, a few notes differ, and the entire band played the break). Critic Dave Marsh suggests it is this moment that gives the recording greatness: "[Ely] went for it so avidly you'd have thought he'd spotted the jugular of a lifelong enemy, so crudely that, at that instant, Ely sounds like Donald Duck on helium. And it's that faintly ridiculous air that makes the Kingsmen's record the classic that it is, especially since it's followed by a guitar solo that's just as wacky". 

Released in May 1963, the single entered the top ten on the Billboard Hot 100 chart for December 7, and peaked at number two the following week; it would remain in the top 10 through December and January before dropping off in early February. In total, the Kingsmen's version spent 16 weeks on the Hot 100. (Singles by The Singing Nun, then Bobby Vinton, monopolized the top slot for eight weeks.) "Louie Louie" did reach number one on the Cashbox pop chart, as well as number one on the Cashbox R&B chart.[ The version quickly became a standard at teen parties in the U.S. during the 1960s, even reappearing on the charts in 1966.

Another factor in the success of the record may have been the rumor that the lyrics were intentionally slurred by the Kingsmen. Allegedly, this was to cover the fact that it was laced with profanity, graphically depicting sex between the sailor and his lady. Crumpled pieces of paper professing to be "the real lyrics" to "Louie Louie" circulated among teens. The song was banned on many radio stations and in many places in the United States, including Indiana, where it was personally prohibited by the Governor, Matthew Welsh. 

These actions were taken despite the small matter that practically no one could distinguish the actual lyrics. Denials of chicanery by Kingsmen and Ely did not stop the controversy. The FBI started a 31-month investigation into the matter and concluded they were "unable to interpret any of the wording in the record." 

[Today, this entire scenario seems absolutely farcical, that even for a moment could the lyrics be considered obscene no matter how strangulated. But, different times...]

After a protracted lawsuit that lasted five years and cost $1.3 million, The Kingsmen won the rights to their song "Louie Louie". The Supreme Court, in November 1998, declined to hear an appeal by the record company of an earlier legal ruling giving the rights to the band. 

Sales of the Kingsmen record were so low (reportedly 600) that the group considered disbanding. Things changed when Boston's biggest DJ, Arnie Ginsburg, was given the record by a pitchman. Amused by its slapdash sound, he played it on his program as "The Worst Record of the Week". Despite the slam, listener response was swift and positive.

By the end of October, the Kingsmen's version was listed in Billboard as a regional breakout and a "bubbling under" entry for the national chart. Meanwhile, the Raiders' version, with far stronger promotion, was becoming a hit in California and was also listed as "bubbling under" one week after the Kingsmen's debut on the chart. For a few weeks, the two singles appeared destined to battle each other, but demand for the Kingsmen single acquired momentum and, by the end of 1963, Columbia Records had stopped promoting the Raiders' "Louie Louie", as ordered by Mitch Miller.

By the time that the Kingsmen's "Louie Louie" had achieved national popularity, the band had split. Two rival editions—one featuring lead singer Ely, the other with Lynn Easton, who held the rights to the band's name—were competing for live audiences across the country.

Me:
Like I more or less said, a unique convergence of different factors to accidentally create a work of sheer brilliance. A total fluke, a happenstance, and you get one of the greatest pop records ever. If it wasn't for the Kingsmen, the song  would have remained a minor footnote in Richard Berry's musical cv and he would have been a much poorer man. 

Cancel that last sentence. Wikipaedia tells me he sold the copyright cheaply in 1959 and has received very little since. Sad.

Me:
I'm just listening to the Wailers version which is on the Love That Louie CD but as by Rockin Robin Roberts and the Wailers. It is clearly the template used by the Kingsmen for their version but it's much slower, no guitar break and it fades out. It lacks the manic insanity of the Kingsmen.

 Me:
I'm thinking of doing a piece in Freethinking which is basically our email discussion. You okay with that?

 Barry:
Yus - sounds like a good idea, but remember I never said The Wailers version was "better" (it certainly wasn't) - just what you neatly call the "template"... still ripped off!
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[I'd probably have had more accurate information if the above CD with its informative inlay had been to hand, but it's somewhere in my loft where I keep them all. Once I buy a CD I copy it to my hard disk and Ipod and rarely touch it again.]

Ian wants to thank Wikipaedia, one of the Web's greatest resources, without which...

Monday, 1 August 2011

RUNAROUND SUE

Given the subject of this post, the title would have been a clever allusion to a Del Shannon hit of the early 60's but as my name isn't Sue (it's Ian) and I'm not writing about my wife, it isn't clever, it's just pointless. But bear with me, there is a punchline to all this.

I get out of bed just before six (yes, in the morning), see to Josie the cat in the living room I'm fostering, let the cats out who want to be out and in who want to be in (the all-night stop-outs) and they all want feeding. An hour and a half later and it's off to the Raich Carter Leisure Centre where I renew my swimming card for another year (£250.00) and go swimming. From there it's to the post office to post four items I've sold on Amazon which nets me £22.00 after I've paid the postage and then home (to make a couple of phone calls about a cat I'm fostering and keeping in a cage in the garage).

But not for long.

I'm heading over to Castletown on the north side of the river to pick up some donations for the shop. Much to my surprise it's a modern and very tasteful close. It's a surprise because Castletown is one of the most deprived areas of Sunderland. Back the way I came to the other side of Sunderland to drop off the stuff at the shop, cash an Animal Krackers cheque at the bank opposite so I have money to buy cat food for all the cats Carol is looking after for us for the next four weeks. I immediately spend a quarter of this at Asda and while I'm there I empty the donated pet food bin we put in there. Next stop is Morrison's superstore at Doxford Park which is approximately due east of me where there's another bin to empty. And on to the busy A19 heading back to Castletown.

At this point I start playing music in my head and on song it particular. It's one of the greatest pop songs of the 60's which is to say it's one of the greatest pop songs ever. It goes like this.

Duh! Duh! Duh!
Dum! Dum!
Duh! Duh! Duh!
Dum! Dum!

It also features one of the best guitar breaks of any pop songs of the 60's which is to say of all time. It's spiky, man. Indeed this particular version could almost be called proto-grunge. The reason I'm playing it in my head is because a few days I played  an entire album devoted to cover versions, rip-offs, sequels, the original version, and songs which sound similar but pre-date it like Chuck Berry's Havana Moon.

Oh, all right it's The Kingsmen's Louie Louie (pronounced: Loo-ee   Loo-eye) and the CD is Love That Louie which opens with Richard (no relation to Chuck) Berry & The Pharaohs   distinctly West Indian-tinged original. The CD from the brilliant Ace Records itself is a mixed bag, some of it quite good (The Sonics) though never approaching The Kingsmen's truly demented original. Quite ordinary is the Kinks version which is ironic considering that Ray Davies ripped it off for their first two hits. I've got a version by Motorhead which you would expect to be brilliant but just when you expect them to let rip -around the 2.50 mark- they stop. And I'm sure I've heard a good version by Patti Smith though I might be imagining that. But really, the only way to play it is to turn the amp up to 11, scream/slur the lyrics, have a berserk guitar solo, and play it fast and it still won't be as good as The Kingsmen.

So I picked up the donated food from Morrison's at Castletown and went to deliver it. As I arrived a kitten was going out, the first cat/kitten to be homed in nearly three weeks. Good sign. After playing with an assortment of kittens including Ugly Betty, the ugliest kitten in the world, I loaded the van up with about twenty black sacks containing soiled cat bedding and used wood chip cat litter and take it to the council tip. I drive with the windows wide open.
Ugly Betty

I'd just got home when I was summoned to the shop to take some excess stuff to the Barnardo's shop in the city centre.

Eventually I get the afternoon to myself. At 5.30, Susan takes me to the Barnes Hotel carvery for a meal. Other than the meat, it's serve yourself which in my case means piling on the roast potatoes with small token portions of peas and broccoli. I have mine with a pint of Stella Artois. Usually if I'm drinking beer, I'm a real ale or draught Guinness man but with the recent warm weather I've turned back to the pleasures of chilled lager. We're only out an hour and not long after we get back, Nick and Viv (brother and sister in law) call round. I try in vain to convince them that they need Josie the people-loving cat. Before they leave they give me a card and a present.

Oh yes, I did have an alternative title to this post. It's-

WHAT I DID ON MY 63rd BIRTHDAY.