Saturday, 31 May 2025
Tom, Mick and Bridget
Friday, 30 May 2025
Lost album sleeves #1
Saturday, 24 May 2025
Thunderbirds are blue. And red. And yellow. And green. And purple...
Monday, 19 May 2025
I blame Dr. Who
Saturday, 17 May 2025
Alive!
When Peter Kenneth Frampton first released his single Show Me the Way in June 1975 it fell flat on its arse. Lifted off his fourth solo album Frampton (which also included Baby, I Love Your Way) it gained zero traction. Only when he toured the album and released his Frampton Comes Alive double album the following February did it get under the skin of every FM radio station within a five thousand mile radius. Show Me the Way was the album's lead single and, basically, cemented Frampton's career. Listening to the original version from '75 without the crowd whooping and hollering is quite strange - you're almost hearing it with a sense of loss. Watching him play it acoustically many years later without a crowd going ballistic, his flowing locks or his famous talkbox is another experience altogether; kind of endearing, but at the same time, a tad deflating.
Peter Frampton (with Gordon Kennedy) - Show Me the Way
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Ever wondered how the (now patented) Framptone works?
Wednesday, 14 May 2025
Feel the Teal
I've mentioned teal before; when you talk about Weezer's various colour coded albums it's hard not to. What I didn't explain last time was how the colour was named. It's no great mystery - it's actually named after the Eurasian Teal duck - with its flash of green/blue on its head. The first mention of it as a colour, however, is relatively recent (1917); the Teal itself goes back a lot further, obviously, and was first scientifically named in 1758.
As you know I love a flag, and if you study the back issues of Are We There Far you'll see numerous specimens. An interesting example with teal in its make up is the Mozambique flag. I'm very taken with it and in particular the five pointed star/book/hoe/AK-47 machine gun combo; a heady mix, I think you'll agree.
Teal is also the colour of many of the world's oceans, the predominant colour of the Northern Lights, Quaker parrots, Blue Racer snakes and the main identifier of Blue Bottle flies.
In addition to Weezer you'll also find it on a whole host of album covers including Nirvana's Nevermind, Tommy by the Who and AC/DC's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. It's also the colour of my watch.
Monday, 12 May 2025
The only game in town
I forget just how long* I've been hanging on to Phil Cooper's coat tails; long enough to know he's one of the most talented singer-songwriters around and certainly one of the best discoveries I've made in all the years I've been blogging. (And, in the immortal words of Donny Osmond, that's a long, long time.)
The fact that he hails from Bristol and that he's got a brand new album in the shops chimes in perfectly with this year's BlogCon meet-up in the heart of Brizzle (you fancy playing a little pub gig for us, Mr. Cooper?!). 'Playing Solitaire' is jam packed with some beautiful and intricate songs that expose a side of Phil we've rarely seen before. Several songs are quite raw and introspective yet it's still balanced with an underlying wave of positivity. The whole thing appears to have been recorded very sparsely, with primarily just one voice and one guitar - and none the worse for that. It's an album I've been playing the hell out of since it dropped a couple of weeks ago and could well be on the podium come my end of year roundup. My standout track? I'm gonna go for this five and a bit minute slice of homespun wisdom...
Saturday, 10 May 2025
(Not) Saturday Snapshots #1
At the risk of infringing copyright and facing the wrath of Rol's lawyers, I refrained from calling today's blogpost Saturday Snapshots. However, the snapshots below were all taken today, Saturday. So I guess by any metric that makes them Saturday snapshots; though definitely not Saturday Snapshots. Oh no. These Saturday snapshots are 100% not Saturday Snapshots. I'm glad I've cleared that up.
Control Tower, Tollerton Airport
Hole in the Wall
Hucknall Road, Sherwood
So there you have it. Out and about with my camera on a sunny Saturday taking snapshots. Saturday snapshots, you could say. But not Saturday Snapshots. Phew, I think I got away with it.
Thursday, 8 May 2025
I Love Lucid
Imagine waking up from a lucid dream and being able to paint from memory everything you saw and experienced in the dream. The paintings of Edward Hopper to me look like fragments of a dream where everything is real, and where nothing is real. Remote buildings; mostly empty. Individuals; generally portrayed as lonely and isolated in equally isolated urban cityscapes. They kind of look like regular places but are like no town or city you can remember having visited.
Here's a little exercise I did recently using a bit of human/machine collaboration (AI to you): I 'asked' it to interpret buildings and places I know (some still with us, some long since demolished) and generate images (without providing photographs) in the style of a Hopper painting. The final images conjure up a world where, just like a lucid dream where you know you're dreaming and not actually living in this place and, despite every effort you make to, for instance, read a line of text from a book or a sign on a building, the words don't really make sense. As you can see from a couple of the images below, it's a similar principle.
I often have breakfast at the Warsaw Diner on a Saturday morning. This version of my favourite diner takes it into a whole new dimension. Am I in this version of the eaterie with these lost souls (nighthawks)? I could be. But why is it dark? And where is the friendly Polish lady that always greets me from behind the counter like a member of her family? Wait a minute, where's the bloody counter? I guess what I'm saying is, where's the friendly daytime vibe gone?
The football ground is interesting. I know Meadow Lane, where Notts County have been plying their trade since 1862, but this is not it. The lettering on the main stand is nearly right, but not quite (on one of the images anyway), and the advertising hoardings make no sense whatsoever. Again, the positioning of individuals on the pitch are all wrong. What are they doing, and why are the floodlights are in the wrong place? (One of them is in the back garden of a house that doesn't even exist); that would really bug me. And yet it's a ground I now want to go to. I belong there. Drop me in this painting and I may never come back.
The ABC cinema on Long Row was an old haunt of mine before the wrecking ball paid it a visit in the 1990s. It was always a bit scuzzy, not a fleapit exactly, but it had seen better days. In this reimagined picture house, rebranded here as the ABOC(!), I immediately feel an affinity with both it and its surroundings. Again, beam me up here and, even though I can't for the life of me work out what they're showing (Siult Ack Tone?), I'd certainly sit in the doubles and give it a go.
And finally, Nottingham's iconic Council House. It's famous lions that sit either side (including our beloved Left Lion) have seemingly strolled off somewhere. Oh, and Market Square has been totally airbrushed out of this particular dream; leaving this most imposing of buildings almost totally in shadow (textbook Hopper). And the red brick building on the corner - as most red brick buildings in Hopper's work - is a bit of a tease; what secrets lie behind its walls and windows? Or in this case, what (or who) lurks around the corner?
I need to visit this parallel version of the place I call home. A whole new world awaits.
Wednesday, 7 May 2025
Johnny, David & Bruce
Johnny Pearson, anyone? The name conjures up a formidable centre half; a journeyman who turned out for QPR, Luton Town, Bournemouth and latterly Wimbledon. He would probably have picked up a couple of U-21 caps for England along the way. And then the inevitable calf injury that forced his early retirement from the game. All very plausible but, alas, incorrect. Johnny Pearson was, as I'm sure many of you already know, a musician's musician. Band leader, arranger, composer - he was Mr. Top of the Pops for fifteen years straight (1966-81) conducting the TOTP Orchestra. One of his many other claims to fame was being one of KPM's foot soldiers - writing and recording quality off the peg library music which often ended up being used for TV themes and or incidental music. I listen to his stuff often and am constantly blown away by the range and diversity of his recorded output. In this his centenary year I'd like to drop a couple of his tunes that everyone will know. First up, who can forget Sleepy Shores. 1970s goggle boxers will know it as the theme to Owen MD but, as any crate digger will tell you, it really is a stand alone loungecore classic.
Johnny Pearson & His Orchestra - Sleepy Shores (1972)
The second one I've chosen harks back to a blogpost I wrote earlier this week. It features on a KPM compilation titled Children and Animation. It's less than two minutes long and, as the makers of Mary, Mungo and Midge quickly worked out, it was a perfect fit for their newly commissioned kiddies programme.
Johnny Pearson - Mini Walking (1969)
Monday, 5 May 2025
Addictive, indeed
This Bank Holiday weekend I have mainly been sipping from the Devil's cup; yep, I've been tinkering around with AI. I know what you're saying, it's a sure fire way to Hell and no mistake. And you may well be right. But, and here's the thing, I quite like it. I wouldn't say I'll be throwing all my AIggs into one basket but as a fun tool to have in your, er, toolbox, it's a handy, what's another word for tool, bloody hell, tool thing.
As a for instance I 'asked' it to 'paint' my spiritual local The Abdication in the style of Edward Hopper. Thirty seconds later - Boom!
If the Abdo wasn't my hosterlry of choice before seeing this image it certainly would be now. The light and shadow - two of Hopper's trademarks - are both here in spades. And solitude. Don't get me wrong, the pub is never empty, and yet... this stark image is so Hopper and is so pulling me in through its front door. Would it be so wrong to want to live in this fake world? Hopper may have shuffled off this mortal coil over fifty years ago but in this new world he and I are exchanging pleasantries over a flagon of frothing ale looking out into the murky nether lit city streets; a pair of Nighthawks.
Regular readers will know that directly opposite the Abdo sits the former Home Ales building. I photograph it every time I go to the pub (yes, my photo roll is groaning) but I've never captured a passing classic car when photographing it; 'AI, remove the nondescript black hatchback in this photo and replace it with a blue Mk.1 Ford Cortina. All in the style of Hopper.'
Sunday, 4 May 2025
Do you live in a town?
Who remembers Richard Baker's spoken word introduction to Mary, Mungo and Midge? It went something like this. "A town is full of buildings; some tall, some small, some wide, some narrow. A town is full of houses, factories and shops. The buildings are built in streets with cars, buses and lorries running along them..." It goes on. Whilst this all may be factually correct, I would just like to pick Baker up on a couple of things. Where are the drinking establishments? No mention of pubs, hostelries or taverns. That's what every town is full of. What every town isn't full of, however, is jazz clubs. We're lucky in Nottingham - we have three (to the best of my knowledge), but I know loads of places where the chances of seeing live jazz are up there with being hit by lightning. On Christmas Day.
My jazz club of choice in Nottingham is the award winning Peggy's Skylight. If you've ever been to Ronnie Scott's in Soho, London or the Village Vanguard in Greenwich Village then you're on the right track. We saw Joel Sarakula there on Wednesday night. He was sublime.
As was his guitarist Jimmy McGovern. Jimmy Mac - a local lad - looks like a guitarist. And by that I mean he's got 'the look'. Think Jimmy McCullough out of Wings, or those two gadgies in the Lemon Twigs and you'll know what I man. He's snake hips thin, rarely smiles and he's got the hair. Not to mention a beautiful Fender Jaguar. He looked something like this.
Thursday, 1 May 2025
Jeux sans frontières
Welcome to May's Photo Challenge. This month is a full on collision between World of Sport and Grandstand; imagine Dickie Davies in the ring with Frank Bough! Now there's a thought to conjure with. I put a call out for the games people play a.k.a your sports snaps. Indoors, outdoors, I wasn't bothered. Though I might have drawn the line at lycra. And I know I sound like a broken record when I say this, but you didn't disappoint (you really didn't.) OK, I'll be the ref. Let's get ready to rumble.
Rol won the toss and gets to kick off: "Hello John, hope things are OK with you. As you'll probably know, I'm not a fan of that inexplicably popular game that involves kicking a spherical object around, but the boy is, so I do spend a lot of time watching it. Two photos for you: one of the boy's team in action, the other taken at the stadium of Huddersfield Town late last year when Sam's team did the guard of honour thing before the game. When Town came on, I was more impressed by the sky. Take care, Rol." Cheers, Rol. You're right, great sky.
Former pro, Ernie Goggins, is all laced up and ready to cross the white line: "Hi John, hope things are on the up for you. In the immortal words of Johnny Bristol, hang on in their baby. To business. This month's humble submissions are: Ludlow Rugby Club pitch and clubhouse in 2008. Unfortunately the River Teme broke its banks just as I was lining up the shot, spoiling it completely. Secondly - Independence Square, Kuala Lumpur. Where the Union Jack was lowered and the Malaysian flag raised for the first time when the country became independent in 1957. It was originally built as a cricket pitch by the British Resident in the 1890s and cricket continued to be played there regularly until the late 1980s, and the old pavilion is still standing (or it was when I was there in 2017). And finally, part of a crazy golf art installation in the Arnolfini gallery in Bristol in 2013. Holes 5 (designed by Jake & Dinos Chapman) and 3 (Doug Fishbone) Ernie." Thank you, Ernesto. I love all three but I think 'Ludlow' just shades it.
Next off the team bus is Hawkfall. His Wicked Vicars blog was essential reading for me and many others back in the day; till he sadly folded it in 2020. "Hi John, hope you're recovering well and taking it easy. I've been trying to take part in one your photo challenges for a while now, but could never find a theme that would match any of my photos. Until this month. So I'm sending you a photo of my local library here in Singapore which looks out into the stadium of the local team, Tampines Rovers. It may be the only football stadium that doubles up as a library since Arsenal moved out of Highbury (boom boom). Anyway, keep up the good work and take care. Cheers, H." Thank you, H. Come back next month, won't you?
Celia from Sun Dried Sparrows will be your croupier tonight. "Hi John, here's a pic of my favourite pack of cards. I wonder if you and a few other readers had them too - they came free with the NME (in instalments of one suit per week?) in 1992 or thereabouts; they do perk up a game of Beggar-My-Neighbour. Loving Mark E Smith as the Joker. C." Thank you, C. You're like me, you don't throw anything away.
James is currently travelling around Japan with his girlfriend. His mother and I have received several travelogues including some amazing photographs. Here he is at a baseball game. A baseball game in Japan, I hear you ask. I'll let James give you the skinny. "So, while working on internationalisation of our design system in an old job, I came across a Japanese font that paired with our Roman font, so the aesthetic would be consistent. When looking into the font's designer, I found they also made a Japanese sports aggregator app. When idly googling one of the team names on that page, my phone intuited that I might be a fan of that team, so, as it does with every Notts County match, it displayed a live score on match days. Initially I was bemused but then became increasingly invested, began watching highlights, and keeping up with the team. That team was Saitama Seibu Lions." Brilliant, James! Enjoy the rest of your trip.
"Listen to the familiar sound!"
Harry Harrington Harris has moved the goalposts. Twice.
Johnny Legs discovered PLANETJET in Liquid Light, Nottingham.
Claire's on the oche. She calls this '180'.
Miss Turner has a backgammon/chess multi-game set. Every home should have one. Thank you, MT.
Tim has got strong game game (if you know you know): "Hi John, here’s some ‘games we play’ material. We kick off with UNO accompanied by an Old Fashioned holiday rules mean my usual craft beer tipple can be replaced by a cocktail). Next up Trent Bridge under lights, although not the pure old school version of the game an impressive arena for slogging. Then to counterbalance the an ‘all weather wicket’ at Newstead Abbey. As a former opening bowler these were great for fearsome lift. Talking of ‘bouncers’ the old pic is me in action at Plumtree in I’d guess the early 80’s. Closer observation shows the ball pitching around half way down. I favoured a ‘strong intimidation game’ back in the day. Finally a brace from Hucknall Town where I spend a fair few Saturdays: in both, the players seem rather unsure about the round object that the game is based on. Anyway, looking forward to the (way) more creative offerings your other contributors provide. Cheers Tim." Thanks a lot, Tim. If you like Uno you'll love Skipbo.
David Cooper has been drawn away from home. "Hi John, I certainly didn’t struggle to find photos to submit unlike last month, although having plenty of photos to choose from presented its own difficulties. I’ve gone for these three. The iconic San Siro in Milan, Italy The most scenic cricket ground in the world(?) in Dharamshala, India And finally, the most recent ground I visited, earlier this month, the Freethielstadion in Beveren, Belgium. David." Cheers, Coops. I had a feeling the San Siro would make an appearance. I went in '97 for the Milan derby - Paul Ince was playing for Inter at the time.
Kate looks like she's waiting for a Grand Master to turn up: "Chess board in the grounds of a monastery in Chiang Mai." Thanks, Kate
The Swede's all revved up and ready to go: "Hi John, as you know, I operate in a reasonably sports-free zone these days, though twas not always thus. Speedway was my passion as a kid, Dad & I travelled to hundreds of meetings across London and beyond throughout the 1960s/70s, aboard his trusty Honda 90. One day in the Autumn of 1969 we happened to visit a school fete in Leytonstone, where we found a stall charging sixpence (that's 2½p kids) to sit astride a real speedway bike for a moment and have a photo taken. As luck would have it, my photo ended up on the front page of the local rag, where it was cut out and annotated by Mum. We subsequently ordered a print of the photo, but I'm glad to still have the heritage media original 56 years later." Than you, TS. A lovely story.
Adam: "Hi John, iIn 1983 I first went to this place, aged 13, to see Manchester United play Brighton (the game finished 1-1). It looked quite different then. This picture was taken last weekend, the ground bathed in Easter Sunday sunshine. The less said about the team and game the better." I can see why Old Trafford is a shrine for so many. I totally get it, Adam.
"This picture is the other end of the football scale, taken from a minibus while driving through Morocco to the desert recently. A shale pitch, 2 goals (you might need to zoom in) and some Moroccan kids kicking a ball around. Football has its faults- money, greed, club owners, the people that run the game etc but its universal nature is still something remarkable. Wherever you go, there are people on a rectangle of ground playing football."
Snake Eyes! It's Walter dialling in from Deutschland! "Hi John, Here are some pictures for you. One of many pictures I have of my club (VIB Stuttgart). It's always a fascinating experience when 60,000 people cheer on their club (even if it's currently unsuccessful). Secondly, a board game that we often played in our pub. It was fun at the time to see how the dice fell. Cheers, Walter." Danke schön, Walter!
Riggsby has just shuffled in. "Hi John. A group of pics for this months theme. The commonality is that these are all in the building I work in, some in the common areas, some within our office, including table shuffle boards in both. I find it a nice thought but don’t see people playing them, which I understand. I don’t want to take time for this while at work. Perhaps I need to “chill out”, take more breaks and I’ll have better ideas?" Is the shuffle board the new water cooler I ask myself. Thanks, Richard. Good work.
Dave next. He's just come back from holiday: ''Here's my lads playing darts in Geneva." I'm glad you told me it was Geneva, Dave.
Charity Chic - a walking, talking gazetteer of Scottish fitba. "Cathkin Park home of Third Division Lanark who went bust in 1967."
"Less than half a mile from Hampden Park." (Home to Celtic.)
"And Lesser Hampden - home to Queens Park. But due to some shenanigans going on they're using Hampden at the moment."
"Lesser Hampden is also next to the National Stadium..." Thanks, CC. A splendid quartet.
Matthew has a confession to make: "A bit of a challenge for me as I'm not particularly sporting - unless it can take place on licensed premises. First one - Mr Medd clears the table at a dive bar, Santa Barbara, CA."
"Next, a rare score in Scrabble indeed, M x." I remember the dive bar well! And yes, not many Scrabble games end in a big fat draw. Thanks, Matthew. Something non-sporty next month, I promise.