Showing posts with label Daryl Hall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daryl Hall. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 March 2026

Another Day #6: National No Smoking Day



I think I've smoked about three cigarettes in my life, and each time was to impress a girl. The same girl. I suppose I kind of liked the buzz, but not enough (thankfully) to become addicted or have any desire to spend any of my own hard-earned cash on the things. How many fewer CDs would have I have been able to afford, if I'd developed a habit? How many comics would I not have been able to buy?


My dad smoked cigars when I was a kid, and I always loved the smell of them. As he got older, and had less money, he switched to a pipe and tobacco. I've probably mentioned this before, but one day in his early 60s, a doctor told him, "you keep smoking that pipe and you won't be here in ten years time". So my dad quit, cold turkey, and lived another 30 years... although arguably some damage had already been done, and he struggled with emphysema and other bronchial disorders, and (old age aside), those were probably what got him in the end.


My Mum only smoked the occasional cigarette, at parties. Whenever I saw her with one in her hand, I became upset. I grew up watching some pretty graphic smoking ads on TV... from an early age, I was pretty well indoctrinated against fags... unless I thought I might use one to get a girl to like me.


It's hard to believe now just how much the smell of cigarette smoke used to be everywhere when we were teenagers... and how rare it is to smell them these days. It's all bloody vapes with the kids these days. Horrible things, with their claggy, artificial scents. Makes me feel a certain nostalgia for fag smoke... and definitely for cigars.


Here are a few more songs about smoking... 

 



Golden Earring - Smoking Cigarettes



What about you? Are you a reformed smoker? Or still sneaking one down a dark alley when nobody's looking?

Friday, 8 March 2024

Coffee Break #2: Cheers!


Welcome back to my coffee shop. Grab a table, what can I get you...?

Oh, hang on, I think John asked for a song about drinking coffee in bed. I'm sure he must mean this one...


But just to broaden John's horizons a little, I thought I'd offer this one instead...


Squeeze appear to have stumbled into a Robert Palmer video there. Isn't it glorious? I'm also impressed that the subtitles tell me that "jazzy music plays" before the singing starts. I'm sure that'll make Messrs Tifford and Dilbrook's day. 

And if that wasn't enough for you, here's a couple of alternative takes on that song...


 
And: a dilemma for Martin, given his aversion to the cup of joy and his fondness for a certain Bangly lady...


Would you kick her out of bed for that, Martin? Or try to persuade her to switch to an alternative beverage...?


I'll leave you to ponder on that one. Meanwhile... What are we going to chat about today? 

How about cheering?

Why do I have such a problem with cheering?

One of the reasons I can't watch shows like Strictly or the X-Factor or any kind of talent-based performance TV is that I can't bear all the cheering. It sets my nerves on edge even when I hear it from the other room (which is where I'm usually consigned to when Louise and/or Sam is watching such fluffle). Particularly when I hear a cheering audience on a TV show, it all sounds so false. I picture some guy stood at the side of the stage holding up a "Cheer Now!" sign because the cheering never sounds sincere or spontaneous... it sounds like a performance in its own right.


It's the same thing at gigs. I've got no problem with applause - I'll stand up and clap with the best of them. But I never feel the urge to cheer... and I'd certainly never entertain the bastard son of the cheer: the whoop. But this does make me wonder... am I not enjoying the gig as much as the people who have to vocalise it in such fashion? Are their uncontrollable outbursts a sign that they're engaging with this experience on a much deeper level than I am? Is there something wrong with me?


And don't even start me on wolf whistles...!


We'll close with an appropriate tune from Titus Andronicus, which I'd like to point out, despite its title, is NOT a cover version of this...


...although that is up there as one of my all-time favourite theme tunes, from one of my all-time favourite TV shows. It makes me feel warm inside whenever I hear it. But this, while also being very good, has nothing to do with that...



Sunday, 22 March 2020

Saturday Snapshots #128 - The Answers


Sad to hear of the passing of Kenny Rogers yesterday. If I get chance, I'd like to run a Top Ten Kenny Songs... although they will probably be the obvious ones. Always had a lot of time for Kenny. I guess he knew when to fold them...

Here's yesterday's answers...


10. Sadder than a rug cutting Walrus.


Sad = blue. The Walrus (of Love) was Barry White. Cutting a rug is dancing.

Barry Blue - Do You Wanna Dance?

9. Once upon a time... the end. Peanut ballads.


Once upon a time... the end... that's cutting a long story short.

Peanut ballads is my anagram of the year!

Spandau Ballet - To Cut A Long Story Short

8. Martin Luther ♡ $6,000,000 Man.


Martin Luther King adores The Bionic Man.

King Adora - Bionic

Don't worry if you don't remember them. They weren't that good. Although the NME thought they were the second coming for about a week.

7. Read Butler's smoking pal his rights and pour on the paraffin.


Butler's smoking pal is Lambert.

Your get read your Miranda Rights.

Miranda Lambert - Kerosene

6. Panic in the green streets leaves me wanting.


Panic In Detroit.

Emerald green.

Detroit Emeralds - Feel The Need In Me

5. Related to #1; wants to get to Homebase.


#1 is... explained below. Getting to home base is slang for going all the way.

Sly Fox - Let's Go All The Way

4. Small openings for ordinary ladies.


The Slits - Typical Girls

3. Albert's brother, perhaps, without his cereal, catches 40 winks.


Albert Hall's brother?

Without his (John) Oates.

Daryl Hall - Dreamtime

2. Yo, Dad, Sir... accept your fate.


"Yo, Dad, Sir" is an anagram.

Doris Day - Que Sera Sera

1. Pressured by Blur? Can't handle it? Call for an ancient French trickster.


Blur sang about Pressure On Julian.

Can't cope?

The ancient French trickster is Reynard The Fox.


Stay safe and well till next Saturday.


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