Not content with his already huge toll, the Grim Reaper of 2016 has now taken the great pianist and singer Mose Allison from us. His Jazz piano mixed with a laconic and bluesy vocal style made for a hybrid that was uniquely his and very popular with British acts of the 1960s, especially Georgie Fame on whom he was a big influence. His witty, sardonic songs were covered by The Kinks, The Who, and even The Clash.
I was a big fan and this song is a particular favourite. It showcases how smart and funny Mose was while also being a great musician. The man was one of a kind.
American Presidential campaigns always take too long but this one has felt particularly epic and particularly unpleasant too. Now that it’s nearly over I don’t just feel tired of the whole thing but in need of a shower too.
It’s been exhausting living through the year-long, grotesque carnival of lies, ignorance, misogyny, hate, and honest-to-God fascism coming from the belligerent man-child that is Donald Trump, and — when you think there’s a chance he might actually win — deeply demoralizing. He is a toxic stain on all that is good and inspiring about America and I’m not sure it can be cleaned off anytime soon even if Hillary Clinton crushes him at the polls today. The thought of what could happen after the election if he loses is just as troubling and depressing as what has happened during it.
I’ve disliked and even hated some politicians in my time — Reagan, Thatcher, Bush II — but Trump literally scares me. Before the campaign started I thought he was just a big-headed blowhard, but now I know that’s the least of his problems. The man is a sociopath who needs to be kept as far away from the White House as possible. The fact that he’s got so close is an alarm bell for democracy and how the media cover campaigns.
I’ve been so happy that the only President my kids have ever known is a black man, and it would mean just as much if the next one was a woman. Another sad thing about this campaign is that Hillary Clinton becoming the first woman President of the United States hasn’t been talked about enough. The country has a choice today: Going forwards, or back to some repressive dark ages.
Just needed to get that off my chest. Here’s a wonderful 1980 single from one of post-punk’s finest bands.
I came across this picture online and had to Google “Joanna Lumley + Pink Panther” to discover why she was dressed like that. Turns out she was in Curse of the Pink Panther, one of the misguided ones they made after Peter Sellers died. I haven’t seen it but I imagine it’s terrible. It did give us that picture though.
Some other blogs would have been happy to post “Pretty In Pink” to go with this but not me. I give you a Mud record that isn’t “Tiger Feet” because that’s how I roll.
I think I might have more versions of “Am The Same Girl?” than almost any other song. I have the 1968 original by Barbara Acklin, the instrumental version by Young-Holt Unlimited called “Soulful Strut”, and the covers by Dusty Springfield (my favourite version) and Swing Out Sister which was the biggest hit of them all. According to the Wiki page about the song there are lots more out there too.
I also have this one by French singer Séverine from 1969. While I don’t think it’s quite as good as any of the above, it’s always a treat to hear a familiar song in a foreign language. It gives you a whole new way of hearing it and pretty much everything sounds better in French.