Up the junction (box) #3

Welcome to Up the Junction Box (#3) - the third instalment (See 1 & 2 here) of our irregular photographic feature that steadfastly reuses to be a Photo Challenge - a feature that nonetheless has got grown men & women men all over the country (and beyond) seeking out painted Openreach/BT/Virgin communication cabinets and junction boxes in every new town they visit. And for that reason alone I commend it to the house. 

Unlike PC, the photographs tend to speak for themselves, so other than the location(s) I don't necessarily need a narrative wrapped around each one; even Riggsby just sent a batch of pics with nary a word attached. I'm sure he'll pipe up in the comments if there's something pertinent we need to be aware of. 

East End Ernie gets in first - ''Once you become aware of them you start seeing them everywhere (I know what you mean - JM). This one's in Harlesden.'' 

''And this one's on the Canal Towpath in Camden. Don't ask why.'' Cheers, Ern. Keep 'em coming.

Claire next: ''I spotted this in Lincoln last week.'' Thank you, Claire. A timely reminder in these chilling times.

Tim from Hucknall: ''I think this will definitely run & run, John. I've not been out and about too much lately but here’s a further brace from Paris. Admittedly the Andre sticker is not the largest but from the stable of one of my favourite street artists Shepard Fairy of OBEY fame. We went to see an exhibition of his round the corner, so would love to think he was somehow involved. London Town next weekend so I’ll see what I can spot. Take care, Tim.'' Cheers, Tim. I'm going to France in a couple of months, will hope to nab some Francais cabinet action myself.

A few of mine next. The Daleks were in Peterborough and the rest were taken in Shrewsbury yesterday: after doing a bit of research on these cabinets I learned that the good folk of Shrewsbury  manged to bring  artists, owners of the boxes and the Council together and agree a strategy to brighten up the street furniture. It also reduced random tagging. I've reached out to Nottingham culture magazine Left Lion to see if we can do something similar.

I'll let Riggsby from California close the show. You can tell he's just retired, can't you? All from the San Diego region, I'm guessing (anyway, definitely more salubrious than Shrewsbury). Like I said earlier, I'm sure he'll drop some descriptors in the comments section. Thank you, Richard. You're a superstar.

Thank you to everyone for their photos. If you keep sending them, I'll keep posting them!

This is what they want!

I mentioned yesterday in my piece about Phil Collins that Genesis were once interrogated on Tiswas by Sally James in one of her Almost Legendary Pop Interviews. That's right, Tiswas - home of the custard pie, Spit the Dog, Compost Corner, and the (many, many) buckets of water. There was something quite satisfying in seeing earnest/smug/unsuspecting (often all three) musicians being, quite literally, blindsided by the Phantom Flan Flinger - with Chris Tarrant bellowing from the side-lines: ''This is what they want!''

In a classic case of role reversal here we see the tables turned on Ms. James - appearing as a somewhat nervous contestant on a skit they called Plastermind. See what they did there? Good times.

It's PC gone mad

I've noticed people are treading very carefully around Phil Collins at the moment. He's been through the wringer of late, that's for sure; last time I looked him up on Wikipedia he's still an 'is' and not a 'was'. Always a good sign. The Sunday Times brought him in from the cold this weekend by, seemingly, bestowing national treasure status upon him. Maybe they've all forgotten his pointless/overblown trip on Concorde in 1985 from London to Philadelphia just to sabotage the Led Zeppelin reunion. Or the time he divorced the latest Mrs. Collins via his fax machine - classy. What a twerp.

However, I do try and cut the fella some slack. In no particular order, I did like his autobiography - his spoken word on the audiobook rang true - as if he'd written it. Maybe he had? I loved Sally James' almost legendary pop interview on Tiswas she did with him and the other two gadgies in Genesis just after Peter Gabriel had jumped ship. And getting Mic Murphy and David Frank from The System to play on and produce Sussudio was a masterstroke. Oh, and I can remember buying I Missed Again on 12'' and couldn't stop playing it.

But it's his on/off jazz fusion pickup band Brand X that I keep coming back to. Maybe he should too...

Brand X - And so to F (1979)

 

Wicked

In 1989 when Chris Isaak unleashed Wicked Game into the big wide world it was described by one music critic as a brooding and sorrowfully conflicted song. In the nearly forty years since the reverb laden rockabilly revivalist released his seminal piece of work I don't think it's lost any of its brooding or indeed sorrow. And when Tenacious D covered it a couple of years ago they only piled on the brooding. And the sorrow; in fact, way more sorrow. It's to die for. 

Tenacious D - Wicked Game (2023)

 

Sweet FA

The witching hour - generally recognised as 3.00am - is linked with spiritual portals, visual tricks and sleep disruption. If you believe in this kind of folklore (some might say mumbo-jumbo) then you'd be ill-advised to stare into mirrors at nighttime. Doing so, it's said, invites spirits to trap your soul or even to step through into the physical world. Brian Connolly, for all his faults, never struck me as the type of individual who'd muck about with mirrors, portals, and the unseen realm; or indeed, encourage his fellow band mates to do so. But what do I know? Sweet FA, obviously.

The Sweet - Sweet FA (1974)