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Thursday, 14 May 2026

Cancel Culture Club #9: Lola


Welcome to the penultimate edition of the Cancel Culture Club. Yes, the steam's running out of this feature, but I like the idea of doing a Top Ten before calling it quits. Plus, I promised Ernie we'd find room for one of his favourites.

Meanwhile, we come to Lola. One of the biggest, most-loved hits by arguably Britain's best band of the 60s. Who in their right mind could possibly consider this classic pop song worthy of cancelling?


Step forward, honorary Cancel Culture Club member Richard Melville Hall, aka Moby, who last month decided that every copy of Lola should be burned in a big bonfire outside J.K. Rowling's mansion.

Here he is speaking the Grauniad, who probably cherished this quote and sent Moby a medal for his Services To Pseudo-Woke...

Lola by the Kinks came up on a Spotify playlist, and I thought the lyrics were gross and transphobic. I like their early music, but I was really taken aback at how unevolved the lyrics are.



OK, with the cat now firmly ensconced amid the pigeons, I wonder what the original CCC Committee members think about this matter? JC, The Vinyl Villain - care to offer your thoughts?

As long as I get to use the cliché ‘Moby’s a Dick’…

And to be honest, if that was the only response Moby's rant had elicited, I'd have been pretty content to leave it at that. But JC wasn't alone in his opprobrium. Here's the aforementioned Secret Agent and Alan Wicker replacement, Ernie from 27 Leggies..

Can we cancel Moby for being a pillock and, according to Natalie Portman, a bit of a creepy perv?

Do I need to add the word "allegedly" to that? Just to be on the safe side?

Blur - Girls & Boys

All very good, of course, but none of this is getting us any closer to considering the issue at hand - is Lola transphobic? SWC from No Badger Required...?

I do as it happens, have a very good story about Lola by the Kinks.....

Well, I do hope you'll share that with us one day, SWC, perhaps on your own blog in between all the other top notch features (currently a reader-generated list of the world's most underappreciated bands, of which my own entry will stick out like a sore thumb). 


Here's C of Sun-Dried Sparrows fame to finally address the gender-swapping elephant in the room...

Unlike Moby, I just can't get worked up about 'Lola'.  I interpret it as being positive, inclusive and, given the year of its release, really quite brave to tackle its subject at all, especially in such an unprejudiced way. I hear no negative connotations at all - in fact, quite the opposite: trans woman Lola gets pride of place, whilst the song's male narrator is self-deprecating and candid about his own naiveté.  

That's how I've always interpreted it, C - and as always, you are able to express that in a far more precise and succinct way than I could have managed. And although songwriter Ray Davies remained silent on Moby's comments, his brother Dave was less reluctant to wade in...

“I am highly insulted that Moby would accuse my brother of being ‘unevolved’ or transphobic in any way.”

Dave goes on to explain how the song had support back in the 70s from San Francisco band The Cockettes, which included transgender members.

“We appreciated them. Why is Moby being so rude about this simple song? We’re not transphobic. Why does he have to have a go at us?”

Furthermore, Dave shared a letter from Dallas-born trans-punk singer Jayne County who admitted to being “thrilled and amazed” by Lola...

“Lola will always be one of those songs that for me ‘broke the ice’ so to speak! A song that breaks down barriers and brings a used to be, hush, hush subject to the forefront and makes it sound perfectly natural to be singing a song about a ‘girl’ named Lola!”


All of which sounds pretty conclusive to me, but it does open up a wider issue, which - once again - I'll let C put into words far better than mine...

What concerns me more instead is if there becomes an increasing trend of jumping on the 'woke' bandwagon without actually thinking something through and fully examining why, and Moby's outcry about these lyrics strikes me as a perfect example of that - a knee jerk response.  There's only one jerk here as far as I can see, though, and it's not Ray Davies.

When I was initially putting together a list of songs for the Cancel Culture Club to tackle, I never considered Lola... until I asked Professor Google and found a number of people online who held the same opinion as Moby... and it wasn't just Lola that raised their hackles. No, there's also a lot of grumbling about this little beauty...

Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"


And because I figured that tune might well come up today, I mentioned it to the rest of the committee. Here's Walter from A Few Good Times In My Life with his thoughts on both tunes...

In both The Kinks’ song and “Walk on the Wild Side”, the lyrics are taken out of their original context. I can’t detect any homophobia or disrespect toward gender identity in either of them. What they have in common is that, in their lyrics, they tackled topics that were still considered taboo more than 60 years ago. 

I don’t think anyone should have the right to judge a historical phenomenon in hindsight. If such texts are no longer used today, that’s fine. But they shouldn’t be criticized in hindsight or from a narrow perspective. In that sense, “cancelling” them is not appropriate.

Thank you,  Walter. I think one thing we've agreed upon (with a couple of exceptions), through the duration of this feature, is that "cancelling" isn't appropriate in most circumstances. Maybe that's why we need to Cancel the Cancel Culture Club. Otherwise, we're just encouraging the likes of over-sensitive bandwagon-jumpers like Moby.


Our final response today comes from Swiss Adam, the man in charge of the Bagging Area...

Moby is, not for the first time, wrong. 
 
I've always heard Lola as being totally sympathetic to Lola and to trans people. In fact Ray concludes by saying 'it's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world / Except for Lola'. In the song, Lola is the least messed up and most sorted person. Lola knows exactly who she is. 
 
Walk On The Wild Side is a work of genius, a song by Lou Reed at his post-Velvets best and who was living at the time he wrote it (and for the rest of the decade) with Rachel, a trans woman. Lou is celebrating Holly, Candy, Little Joe, the Sugar Plum Fairy and Jackie and all the other mixed up, shook up people who lived in his downtown New York world. His use of the word coloured is dated but we're going to have to let that go, I think.

Yeah, but at that time, "coloured" was considered the less-offensive terminology, wasn't it? Which links very nicely to what Walter says above. 


I'm saving Adam's final line to close this post with... but first, a confession.

I had hoped to get an expert, first-hand opinion on today's issue, so I sent an email to an old friend who has become a leading figure in the transgender community. I felt a little cheeky in doing so, but I also felt like I'd regret it if I didn't ask her opinion on the matter.

Sadly, my email received no reply. There could be any number of reasons for this, but now I'm wracked with guilt in case I've caused offence. This is someone who often speaks about her own journey, and who is considered a champion of the transgender community... but there's a difference between being approached for comment by the press, and getting a personal email from an old colleague. Because I didn't want to follow that email up and worsen any potential offence I might have caused, I'd like to apologise here for it, just in case. My intent was honourable, in my mind at least. 


But this did make me think... just because Jayne County and other members of the LGBTQ+ community have leapt to Lola's defence, we can't take it as read that every trans person feels the same. As the Cancel Culture Club has proved, our responses to art can vary, and there's no such thing as a "wrong" opinion, if you can justify it. I find Forrest Gump a deeply offensive film, for example, while other people think it's just a bit of light entertainment with a cheery moral. Am I wrong or are they? Or are we both just responding to a text in our own ways? I guess what I'm saying is, if a trans person does find Lola objectionable, who am I to say they're wrong? They've got more right to their opinion than I have to cast aspersions on Gump. 

Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues

Still, I do think it comes down to intent versus interpretation. Going back to Moby's initial objection - is Lola... or Walk On The Wild Side, for that matter... actually transphobic? It may be possible to interpret either song in that way, but that surely wasn't the intent of either songwriter. One might infer an offensive meaning, but it doesn't appear either songwriter meant to imply that interpretation.

Or, as Swiss Adam puts it...

If Lou Reed and Ray Davies are on the wrong side of this debate, then I'm not sure where the debate has gone. 


Sunday, 9 November 2025

Snapshots #421: Songs About Frauds, Hoaxes, Cons & Liars

Don't believe a word any of them say...


15. What happens when you dunk. 

You get a...

Limp Bizkit - Counterfeit

14. Princess found in dish of bacteria.

Princess Grace in a petri dish...

Grace Petrie - Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud

13. Ten delays, but not in a row. 

"Ten delays" was an anagram.

Steely Dan - The Royal Scam

12. Royal drummer caught speeding.

The drummer in Queen is Roger Taylor.

Taylor Swift - Hoax

11. Back then: monotonous noises. Nowadays: spies in the sky.

The Drones - Lookalikes

10. What’s the price of a greeting?

What's the cost...'ello?

Elvis Costello – The Imposter

9. A mixtape of memories.

The Soundtrack Of Our Lives - 21st Century Rip Off

8. Hit snooze!

The Alarm - The Deceiver

7. I deny the accusation that I was ever part of this group.

Rol-in-Band? Never!

Rollins Band - Liar

6. A Great King, and Ryan.

Alexander The Great meets Ryan O'Neal.

Alexander O’Neal – Fake

5. Found in a chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.  

Chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.  

Tegan & Sara – The Con

4. Found in Essex, and in an arsenal.

Sex Pistols -  The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle

3. Used to transport Bones to the Enterprise.

Get the Van for Dr. McCoy.

Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony - The Hustle

2. Achy Breaky Dino.

Achy Breaky Heart was Billy Ray Cyrus. Dean Martin was Dino.

Billie Ray Martin – Imitation Of Life 

1. Mr. Ferry, I deduce. But I’m probably mixed up.

"Mr. Ferry, I deduce" was an angram.

Freddie Mercury - The Great Pretender


Trust me when I say that Snapshots will be back next Saturday.

Thursday, 18 July 2024

Positive Songs For Negative Times #83: Words Fail Me


I despair.

I've never been anti-American. I grew up on American culture - Spider-Man and Springsteen, Motown and Moonlighting. For much of my youth, I felt more American than I did British. And considering the sorry state of the UK at the moment, I don't believe we're in any state to judge.

This isn't an anti-American post then. It's just an anti-American idiots post. Because the lunatics appear to be taking over the asylum once more, and given recent events, nothing's going to bar their way. "God" help us all.







Harry Chapin - I Miss America



UPDATE - no sooner had hit PUBLISH on this post, than Ben sent me a link to the story below...



Wednesday, 13 December 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #17: The Imposter



The esteemed SWC over at No Badger Required asked members of his Musical Jury to vote for our favourite tracks of the year, and I made a somewhat botched effort to offer mine last Friday. Botched because I chose two tracks rather than one (fail) including one that I knew would go down like a lead balloon with the NBR readership (fail) and another track which actually came out last year (fail). It's a privilege to be invited to vote in the various polls and countdowns SWC hosts on his blog, but I always end up feeling like a fraud when I do so. This is a regular problem for me as a member of the music blogosophere. Whenever I'm aware that my own opinions don't match up to those of the cognoscenti (i.e. most of the time), I end up feeling like Wayne and Garth meeting Alice Cooper...
 

Welcome to the world of Imposter Syndrome.


Another blogger who invites regular contributions from the 'sphere is our old pal John Medd. His Photo Challenge gets grander every month, and I'm always happy to send in an old snap or two... though I've never really worried about doing so. I don't consider myself a photographer, and I know very little about angles or composition or light sources, but if I can find a decent image that fits the brief: great. So I was rather surprised to read Khayem's comment this month...

I’ll confess to feelings of Imposter Syndrome - akin to Forest Green Rovers suddenly finding itself in the Premier League - but 2024 will undoubtedly inspire me to practice, practice, practice…

As with most of the other mental health issues I've written about in this series, there's a tendency to believe I'm the only one who experiences them... though the more I do this, the more I realise that's not the case. Healthline.com defines Imposter Syndrome thus...

Imposter syndrome, also called perceived fraudulence, involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence that persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments.


I wonder why I feel Imposter Syndrome when asked for a musical opinion... but not when asked to send in a photo? I guess music matters more to me... but it must also link to an issue I've discussed a couple of times recently: tribalism

Still he done nobody wrong,
He knew he didn't belong,
But he went along.


Imposter Syndrome doesn't just affect me online though.... I've felt this way throughout my entire working life. It's probably another thing that stopped me succeeding as a writer, but even when I worked in radio, I felt it. When I started out, I was presenting (hospital radio) and co-presenting (local radio). Confidence was never an issue when I was on air... off air though, it was a different story. I worried that my voice wasn't as good as other DJs, my Yorkshire accent was too strong, I'd never be good enough to present my own show. 


Then, when I moved onto writing adverts, I was fine at coming up with ideas and presenting them to clients, but I always felt other people were better at it than me, and I'd never be good enough to work at a proper ad agency (not that I wanted to as I was pretty certain they were full of wankers... but still, wankers who were better paid and more respected than I was). When I was made redundant, I briefly tried to set myself up as a self-employed copywriter, but nothing came of it. 


Verywellmind.com gives the following as a good example of Imposter Syndrome...

You've started your own business; however, you don't like to promote yourself because you don't have the same level of experience or expertise as others in your field, making you feel like a fraud.


And so I retrained as a teacher, with the saying "Those who can, do..." echoing through my mind. I got a job at a college very easily. And I progressed up the ladder quickly. After only a few years, I was a Course Leader, in charge of English for the entire cohort of over 1000 GCSE resit students. How the hell did I get there? Who on earth thought I was capable of doing that job? I spent my entire time looking over my shoulder, certain I'd be found out any second. The only thing that prevented that from happening was a dawning realisation that most of the people above me were even more incompetent than I was. They were imposters too! Except they didn't seem to realise it... or just didn't care. There are lots of people who bullshit their way to the top and don't worry about it for a second. "Fake it till you make it!" they cry, relishing the trick they're getting away with. Oh, to be one of them...


Two years ago, I started my new job, and there were no more course leader or line manager responsibilities... I was just a teacher. I've written before about how blessed I feel to have got this job, but the Imposter Syndrome hasn't gone away. For one thing, most of my colleagues are former school teachers. Not second-rate college teachers. These guys really have survived the trenches!


Actually... I've heard some horror stories about what it's like to work in certain schools these days, but being a college teacher was certainly going the same way... for far less pay. That doesn't stop me feeling like a fraud working alongside "proper" teachers now, even though nobody here makes me feel that way at all. Is it all just in my head?

How do you know what you feel?
Is it real, is it?
How do you know what you see?
Is it seen, is it?


Work, relationships, being a parent... even being out in society, going to the shops, driving down the road... there's not one area of my life where I don't feel like a phoney. Like everyone else is doing a better job of it than me.


The online experts claim that Imposter Syndrome is linked to all kinds of other mental health matters, including perfectionism, lack of self-esteem and over-responsibility. To find out if you're a victim of Imposter Syndrome, Very Well Mind suggests asking yourself the following questions...

Do you agonize over even the smallest mistakes or flaws in your work?

Am I a pedant? Yes.

Do you attribute your success to luck or outside factors?

Absolutely. I also attribute my lack of success in certain endeavours to bad luck... but also my own incompetence. (I recognise that many people who are successful don't really deserve it - but that just adds feelings of jealousy and resentment to my self-recriminations.)  

Are you sensitive to even constructive criticism?

What are you saying?

Do you feel like you will inevitably be found out as a phoney?

Inevitably.

Do you downplay your own expertise, even in areas where you are genuinely more skilled than others?

This really is the worst music blog on the internet. I don't know why you bother reading it.

Well, some days life feels like a play that you have not rehearsed
But one thing's true of all of us sharing this universe
Is we could all be doing better and we could all be doing worse
And everyone you know feels like a fraud 



So what can we imposters do to feel better about ourselves? Healthline advises...

Sharing imposter feelings can help them feel less overwhelming.

Hence, this post. 

Opening up to peers about how you feel encourages them to do the same, helping you realize you aren’t the only one who feels like an imposter.

Well, there's me and Khayem, at least.

Avoid comparing yourself to others.

Sorry, K. 

You may not excel in every task you attempt, but you don’t have to, either. Almost no one can “do it all.” Even when it seems like someone has everything under control, you may not know the full story.

One of Louise's friends told her recently that she didn't know anyone who wasn't either on some kind of mental health medication, taking part in some form of counselling, or on the verge of a break-up. Maybe a lot of people are just better at hiding it?

When imposter feelings surface, ask yourself whether any actual facts support these beliefs. Then, look for pieces of evidence to counter them.

Hmm. Now it's getting trickier...

Offering yourself kindness and compassion instead of judgment and self-doubt can help you maintain a realistic perspective and motivate you to pursue healthy self-growth.

Yes, yes... but can we really change the habits of a lifetime?

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here



Wednesday, 26 April 2023

TV On The Radio #6: Inspector Morse


I've been watching Inspector Morse again recently. I was always a big fan back in the day, both of the John Thaw / Kevin Whately double act of Morse and Lewis, and of Colin Dexter's clever novels with a melancholic tone. I've never watched either the sequel show, Lewis, or the prequel, Endeavour... but I may give them a go once I recover from the trauma of the final episode.

I've written before about how watching old TV shows, like listening to old music, is providing me a lot of comfort lately. An escape from the horrors of the modern world. And Morse definitely fits that bill. In one episode I watched recently, Lewis is horrified when he orders a couple of pints and gets charged £2! 

The show's theme tune, written by Barrington Pheloung, spelled out the character's surname using Morse code. While never a chart hit, it did shift a fair few soundtrack albums back in the late 80s...

 
Here are some songs that mention the Inspector, starting with Paul and Jacqui... and a video that features Brookside's Ron & Bev Dixon, TV fans!

Like chewing gum that's stuck to sole of shoe
Like cotton wool and tube of superglue
Inspector Morse or Sherlock Holmes to clue
You and me were meant to be together


Another duo, Patrick & Eugene, have drawn comparison to both Monty Python and The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. This is how they spend their Saturday nights...

I don't have to go out drinking, could stay in of course
Feet up on the sofa, and watch Inspector Morse


Next, a Scottish punk band who have been cussing up a storm since 1981. Fair to say they don't think that TV cops are true representations of the UK police force...


Meanwhile, I'm not sure which TV show Strategic Plan are watching, but they wish it was as good as Inspector Morse...

This isn't Maigret or Inspector Morse
In fact it's more like Clouseau, without the jokes of course
Poirot and Miss Marple would have solved it all by now
But these cops haven't got a clue and they're still running round


For the kids (well, the kids 10 years ago), here's Skepta with his best chat-up line...

This ain't the drink talkin' here
But ever since I walked in here 
I've been investigating you like Inspector Morse in here


And finally, the wonderful Grace Petrie, with another song Billy Bragg wishes he'd written...

Another day of keeping up this pretence 
Well, honey, it don't make any sense 
'Cause you don't have to be Inspector Morse 
To see that you and me, honey, we're flogging a dead horse


A pound a pint, Lewis!? That's definitely a crime!

Monday, 2 January 2023

Celebrity Jukebox #61: Terry Hall


Having prepared my Top 22 of 2022 well in advance, I took a little break from blogging over Christmas. Hence I didn't get to comment on Terry Hall's departure... though many of you guys did a fine job in eulogising him. I've not much more to add. Except...

I shared a birthday with Terry Hall. We were both born on March 19th. Granted, he was born 13 years earlier than me... but 13 years is nothing, is it? These days, I feel far more kinship with people who are 13 years older than I am than with those who are 13 years younger. He meant a lot to music fans of my generation, and to many of his fellow musicians too. Here are a few songs that mention Terry's various musical projects...

George Michael - Round Here

Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I've seen everythin'
There is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth

Scroobius Pip - 1000 Words 

Then I'd put on The Specials to hear their social commentary
You couldn’t help but get drawn in, sometimes even involuntary

Grace Petrie - I Wish The Guardian Believed That I Exist

I know you miss the good old days of picket lines and flags
When the Specials and the Jam all ruled the charts
but if you're really looking for this generation's Billy Bragg's
We are all here with a fire in our hearts

The Sprites - Following Her Around

I followed her to Vinyl Ink
Though I kept my distance I followed her through the stacks
These were the records she found and she held and she later bought:
The Fun Boy Three, Air Miami and Kraftwerk
Considered The Soft Boys but opted for Bandwagonesque
George was still around then and he said
"Have you heard the Hit Parade record yet?"

To finish, here's one that mentions Terry by name. A beautiful track from Tracey...

Here is the street and here is the door
Same as it was before
And up the stairs and on the wall
Is Doisneau's 'Kiss' and Terry Hall
And Siouxsie Sioux and Edwin too
And Bobby Dee in '63
And everything I knew was good
And like it was just understood

As none of the above mention my favourite Terry Hall incarnation, The Colourfield, here's a track from the band themselves which does so eponymously.


Rest in peace, Terry.


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