Pull down another page from the calendar, another week goes by.
I witnessed two some-what odd events this week: one involving yours truly and the other not. Shall we start with the not-me?
I can’t believe it’s not punk
Put your mind back to the 70s (or any music countdown programme in the last 10 years) with a snarling, sneering young gent paying homage (!) to the Queen. The group that did and didn’t make it to number one. Umpteen years later, Mr Rotten Esq is now advertising butter.
Eh? Come again?
I’m not sure I can make the connection. A bastion of yoof culture and DIY music, now flogging solid cow juice? What next? Henry Rollins and Andrex? Jello Biafra + Mr Kipling? Marilyn Manson* and Boots No. 7? (Ed: actually, that could work…).
(* yeah, not, punk. So sue me. :-p )
Music and advertising seem – at least to me – a somewhat uneasy alliance. “It’s selling out” I hear from many people. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Some manage to hang on to their street cred while others plummet. Does it work if it’s a comedy turn: as with Lemmy and Kit Kat? Or Motorhead and Clarks kid shoes. Actually, that *really* worked. 🙂
Occasionally the artist gets more from the ad than the product shown. Babylon Zoo, Stiltskin, etc. But then I have to ask. Why shouldn’t an artist do it? Who is using who?
Am I now more likely to go and buy that brand of butter / marg? Actually, truth be told, I can’t remember the brand. An array of suspects for you judgement await here.
Funny old world.
(Not) In the mood…
Earlier this week I was wondering where I could get my hands on a pair of skinnys (not two Hollow-wood, sorry, Hollywood lollipops) and if the new evening dresses had hit the high street yet. Nothing was doing and when Thursday rolled around… I was just not in the mood for dressing up. Hell, I’d planned my outfit last week (boots are back on the cards) but when push came to shove, my heart just wasn’t in it. Odd considering it should be – or maybe even is – Dressing Season.
Still, I did have a very pleasant evening talking with the good people at Nuthall and if I’m honest, it was a rather refreshing change from the rush to get changed and cleaned up. I also bumped into a lady I met at Leicester Chameleons: Amy. It was nice to catch up, although I don’t think she recognised me in Bob mode. 🙂
Tea and a chat eh? Where did I put my slippers? 🙂
(ps: It’s Harmony soon-ish. I’m just going along for the dinner + disco. I hope it’s not going to be Mary McScary. Is anyone going along?)
[ Today’s lyric: Four Winds by The Levellers. ]