A music producer talking to the inventor of Auto-tune. Seventeen years of cheating or a creative tool.
As part of a well organised and ongoing plan to tidy their house and clutter my own impossibly small hen coop by proxy my parents often cunningly palm surplus odd objects onto me whenever I’m able to visit them. Some are presented at random and for which the required reaction seems to be to emote as if this were a mini Christmas present moment. Others are slipped into my bag for me to discover and ponder at my leisure upon later discovery.
It’s hard to wipe from my memory the time I found approximately twenty sachets of medicinal powders intended to help ease constipation wrapped tightly in a rubber band in my bag with the attached note from my Mum saying “thought you might find these useful”. It makes me wonder sometimes quite what my parents think of me let alone the possibility that I may give the distinct impression to anybody that meets me that constipation may be a large part of my life’s journey.
The latest booty is presented here…
An unused miniature shoe polisher circa who knows when), Two unused complimentary matches, one from The Scarlet Coat Restaurant in Bristol (circa 70′s?)and the other from The Green Park Hotel Harrogate (circa early 80′s?).
I managed to avoid a 1990′s vintage edition of the Viking Direct catalogue on this occasion.
It’s been a long time since ITV got serious about weekday comedy. Vicious has seemed to divide opinion. It feels old fashioned in many ways. Some are uncomfortable with Derek Jacobi’s decision to play it screamingly camp and there was in the very first episode a very poorly judged gag about being raped uttered by Francis de la Tour’s character.
That aside it’s a campy bit of fun with two very well known actors, Sir Ian McKellen and Derek Jacobi, who also happen to be gay playing a long term gay couple with bitchy lines for laughs. It’s a series of very fixed scenes. Very much like watching a play. So it’s old fashioned in that sense but why blow the budget on elaborate exterior scenes when it’s all about the verbal wordplay between two people.
Shame about the call on the rape line.That really was out of order for me. But so far it’s way better than the lamentable The Wright Way, Ben Elton’s latest offering over on the Beeb which really does smell of old mothballs (sorry Mr E- time to collaborate perhaps?).
I often have a lot of appreciation for somebody that ploughs their own furrow artistically. I was reminded of Sexton Ming via a Resonance FM podcast recently.
I’m a week and a bit into taking some prescription medication that lists as possible side effects both holding false beliefs that cannot be changed by fact and experiencing a false sense of well-being.
My ongoing recent musical choices from Thisismyjam. Yes my musical choices are that questionable. Feel free to say hello if you’re on there.