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Tag: Manic Street Preachers

Christmas Jukebox: Last Christmas

This week I’ve been listening to probably the least festive album ever, Manic Street Preachers’ The Holy Bible. The new remaster is excellent, for what it is worth. Anyway, that led me to think about this cover version of a song that is perhaps one of the sadder Christmas songs. Read the rest of this entry »

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You Like Potato – Matters of taste from Woody Allen to Céline Dion

In Woody Allen’s Manhattan the protagonist Issac Davis talks into a tape recorder, listing what he believes makes life worth living. It is a key scene and a clever device. The list gives us an insight into Davis’ personality, his motivations, his desires:

“Why is life worth living? It’s a very good question. There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. Like what…okay…For me, I would say… what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing…and Willie Mays…and the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony…and Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues…Swedish movies, naturally… Sentimental Education by Flaubert…Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra…those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne…the crabs at Sam Wo’s…Tracy’s face…” Read the rest of this entry »

Words are never enough

Manic Street Preachers

Right, finally I’m beginning my 1993-in-music-type-project in earnest, starting with a post on the Manic Street Preachers’ second album, Gold Against the Soul. While it is far from my favourite album of 1993, it was the first album I could gather up enough thoughts and opinions to write about. The Manics were a band that I read about before I listened to. I remember picking up a cassette of their single Little Baby Nothing in the bargain bin at Woolworth’s. I loved it, but it was far less abrasive than I’d imagined they’d sound from reading the reviews and interviews. Still, it was the start of them being one of my favourite groups of my teenage years. Read the rest of this entry »

You aren’t what you eat

A family gathered around a series of vending machines

Amongst all the goodness in the first issue of the New Inquiry magazine, one article in particular stood out – The Resentment Machine, by Freddy De Boer. It is available in full in that link back there, so you should probably read that rather than this, but anyway, it challenged me in all number of ways (I should probably offer some sort of summary here, but even after multiple readings I won’t do it justice and you’d be better off just reading the real thing, or failing that reading what follows in the next paragraph…), but one quote near the end particularly got to me. Read the rest of this entry »