“Why does it have to have a theme?”
This is Mrs SWC talking to me last night. I made the mistake of talking to her about the blog and I made the even bigger mistake of asking her for some suggestions for a new series that I could write about.
“Because a theme gives it structure, otherwise I’ll just ramble on about stupid things that no one is interested in”. This is my response, we are standing in the kitchen making toast, I look at the sliced loaf and this just falls out of my mouth
“Did you know that Bruce Forsyth is older than sliced bread?” I say to my wife. She looks at me, and says “Ok, fair point, you need a theme”.
The next twenty minutes are what those in management circles call a ‘Board Blast’ we throw ideas at each other – or rather Mrs SWC does the throwing I do the ducking.
“What about Food – twenty songs that mention something you can eat? You can post ‘Chocolate’ by Snow Patrol and erm, ‘Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps Please’ “
I shrug, I’m not convinced. I do I suppose get to post that song by Paul Young called ‘Toast’ – yes I know it was by a band featuring a young Paul Young before he became famous for singing songs about hats and common folk but I can’t remember the name of them.
“ok what about numbers. The 25 best songs by bands who have Numbers in their names”.
Not a bad idea in all honesty, it would give me an excuse to post Altern 8. But the list is dead, we killed that off with the WYCRA 200.
“Right” she said throwing her iPad down. “Give me your ipod”. She stands there with her hand out. I hand it over, wondering if I am ever going to get it back. She picks up my laptop and goes to the bedroom slightly slamming the door behind. It was like she wanted to slam it to make a point but then remembered that our daughter was sleeping blissfully in the room across the hall. So it was more of a firm shut.
An hour later she comes back.
“There” she says, “you have a new playlist on there, it contains 70 or so songs, the theme is that I have hand picked each one specifically for the listening pleasure of you and your readers. Some of them I have never heard of, some I have, some are useless, some are great, some are just meh, some are songs about love, some are songs about hate, at least one is from what I can tell is a song about a goat called Kevin and one I’m afraid to say is by Kula Shaker”.
She’s smiling, she’s rather pleased with herself. I look at the Playlist. OK, this might work I think. I look at her and say
“They’ll never forgive the Kula Shaker”
So – here are the first three of 70 songs, chosen by Mrs SWC – I’ll keep to the WYCRA ethic and pick them randomly, although I am warning you that I am going to start with Kula Shaker in order to get it out of the way.
Into The Deep – Kula Shaker
Which obviously you’ll all think is a pile of faux spiritual retro bobbins and by and large you will be right.
Alkaline – Scarfo
Mrs SWC doesn’t like Scarfo, I once dragged her ‘all the way to fucking Bristol’ to see them play a gig on a boat that has been turned into a club. It rained all the way up and most of the way back and to make things worse she left her jacket on a table at Taunton services on the way back. A table she was only waiting at because I needed a piss.
I’m rather surprised she selected them to be honest. She must have secretly had a good time that night. I’ve made a mental note to play more Scarfo around the house.
“Alkaline” is tremendous, easily the best single to have been released by Scarfo before they split and Jamie Hince started to be a professional Kate Moss botherer. But seriously, that is quite some tune and it amazes me that it wasn’t a massive hit.
I’ve seen Scarfo three times, I was dumped at the first one, nearly dumped at the second one and jumped on by a bloke the size of truck at the third one.
I Think I Found The Culprit – Jack White
She does like a bit of Jack White though. At Glastonbury a few years back Jack White was the only act that she definitely didn’t want to miss. So we stood in the drizzle and watched him. Now, normally she would say that rock stars who stand on stage, jamming and doing a bit of improvisation whilst glugging from a massive bottle of champagne and then rambling incoherently at the crowd about shoes would be pretentious rock star wank, but not Jack White – when he does it – its artistic and ‘at times channelling the Spirit of New Orleans’.
Tune in next Tuesday for three more Mrs SWC selected tracks and just for the hell of it and because it was (whisper it) “quite a Good Idea” – Tomorrow sees the start of a fairly short series about bands who have Numbers In their Name. I just need a decent title to go with it.