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Thursday, 18 December 2025

Cancel Christmas Club #1: Fairytale


Welcome to the first of two very special editions of the Cancel Culture Club, renamed the Cancel Christmas Club for the festive season, and because it turns out we’re all a bunch of miserable old grinches.

And if you don’t believe me… here’s Swiss Adam.

This is the one!

If it was up to me, I'd cancel all Christmas songs - they are almost without exception, unremittingly shite, soul sapping joylessness and exercises in making me dislike Christmas itself more than I already do. Especially the hardcore canon of the dozen or so that get played endlessly everywhere from mid-November onward - Slade, Wham, Shakey, Wizzard, McCartney et al. They make me want to cut my ears off.

Eels - Christmas Is Going To The Dogs

I think the thing I resent the most is the expectation that if you just put on this funny jumper and listen to this handful of songs, you'll 'feel Christmassy'. I don't.

Even the good ones bug me now due to overexposure and being told that, 'well, if you don't like those songs, I bet you like The Pogues...'

Cancel them all. Forever.

And Adam’s not alone, is he, C?

I'd just cancel Christmas, or at least all the awful shamelessly commercial shenanigans leading up to it and certainly all the plastic disposable shite that gets peddled in.... garden centres!  What's that all about, all that synthetic non-recyclable eco-disaster taking up shelf space in a garden centre?  But that's another rant altogether - I'd better get back to the subject in hand.

In a moment. I’m relishing all this Scroogery.

The Damned - There Ain't No Sanity Clause

What about our friend Walter, over in the land where they invented Christmas trees? Surely he’s got something positive to say about Weihnachten?

From my point of view, Christmas could be abolished, as I have been spending this time in Southeast Asia for a long time now, where there are Christmas decorations, but none of the religious fuss.

OK. Having set the tone nicely, let’s look at our first contentious Christmas song…

I love the way Shane clearly couldn’t even be bothered to spit out his chewing gum before going up on stage to mime along to that.

All Time Low - Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass

Before we get to the comments, I should reveal that Fairytale of New York was the second of the two Chrimbo Classics I offered up to the CC-Committee, but I’ve chosen to feature it first. Why? Well, because the other one was Band Aid… and hoo boy, wait till you see the reaction to that. SWC in particular wrote a whole page, scored onto the paper in what I worry might be his own blood, but I’m more hopeful was the blood of a Bono. And he wasn’t alone in his vitriol. So consider Fairytale a gentle apéritif – a prawn cocktail before the full roast turkey dinner that will be Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Weezer - Christmas Celebration

All that said, let’s pop over to see how Christmas is shaping up in Portugal. And it looks like George is scratching his head…

Fairytale: I have no idea why this is a potential candidate for cancelling, so I need to research it (i.e. go to Wikipedia). And using that as my sole source, I think the reason for the song's inclusion is the use of misogynistic and homophobic content. And I'm going to agree with Radio 1 on this one (and a big "BOO" to Radio 2). I also think Shane MacGowan's defence (again, reading from wiki) is a bit disingenuous, especially given his put down of the Pet Shop Boys (there's one very very good reason to dislike that band without resorting to the pathetic slur he used).

I might as well butt in here with Shane’s defence of the lyrics…

The word was used by the character because it fitted with the way she would speak and with her character. She is not supposed to be a nice person, or even a wholesome person. She is a woman of a certain generation at a certain time in history, and she is down on her luck and desperate. Her dialogue is as accurate as I could make it but she is not intended to offend! She is just supposed to be an authentic character and not all characters in songs and stories are angels or even decent and respectable, sometimes characters in songs and stories have to be evil or nasty to tell the story effectively. If people don't understand that I was trying to accurately portray the character as authentically as possible, then I am absolutely fine with them bleeping the word, but I don't want to get into an argument.

…which I have to say, I agree with… to an extent. I think that defence works in terms of literature (and it’s a similar one that Quentin Tarantino uses to excuse peppering his scripts with the N-word)… but it opens up a bit of a can of worms when applied to a pop song, in particular a Christmas pop song. That said, I always liked the sentiment of Fairytale precisely because it was so different to all the other Christmas songs that get trotted out year after year. But shush, this isn’t about my opinion – it’s about George’s. And what did Shane have to say about the Pet Shop Boys (who kept Fairytale off the Number One slot)?

"Two queens and a drum machine."

Hmm. Back in 1987, that would have been a lot more offensive than it is now, I guess… I wouldn’t be surprised to hear Tennant and Lowe self-apply the term these days, as a lot of my gay friends do.

Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas

I’m sorry, George, I keep interrupting you. Not to argue, just to provide context. I hope.

I've never liked Fairytale In New York anyway, there's something a bit smug in its delivery, and that twee diddly diddly dee music is beyond annoying. You can't cancel a song just because of the crappy music (that would put an end to the Pet Shop Boys), but I am saying Yes to Cancel for this particular song because of the lyrical content.

OK, that’s the first vote cast. Now, having provided the above context, we can happily return to Manchester’s answer to Krampus, Swiss Adam

More specifically I guess with A Fairy Tale of New York it's the use of the word 'faggot' in the Kirsty sung line 'you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot' that is the main topic of cancel conversation.

I'm a bit ambivalent. The song was written in character and that line and the homophobic slur within it is era appropriate and character appropriate. I have a gay friend who is pretty laid back about it (and he definitely has a moral compass and would object if he found it objectionable).

Shane's comment about the song being kept off the number one slot by 'two old queens' doesn't do him any favours but maybe we shouldn't be looking to Shane McGowan for leadership in this area.

The very idea that we should treat Shane MacGowan as any kind of role model is, of course, hilarious. I will defend him to the hilt though, based purely upon that old story about the time Bono had to chuck him out of his house for… well, here it is in Shane’s own words.

“Bono put in a glass roof and wall,” MacGowan explained in an interview with The Times. “I used to wave my willy at the train as it passed and hope that they thought it was Bono’s.”

Adam concludes…

I think on the whole I'd let the song stay - unless we're banning them all just because Christmas songs are shit. In which case, begone.

So far then, we’ve only heard one definite call to cancel the song. But wait… who’s this coming down the Cancel Culture Chimney? Only the wonderful John Medd

If I never hear this song again, it'll be too soon. It's a time capsule (like Geldof's effort) and should be treated as such. Tinkering with it to make it radio friendly is akin to putting lipstick on a pig. All Christmas records have a shelf life, and this one is way past its.

Ouch.

Set It Off - This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground)

And with that stark renunciation still ringing in our ears, let’s move onto the case for the defence. Let’s start with C, shall we?

Fairytale of New York?  I love its use of abusive terms and their delivery.  Bum, punk (in its original meaning), old slut, scumbag, maggot, faggot, arse.  Why have just one when you can have many? It's the antithesis of a sickly "everything's alright in the world even though it isn't, because it's Christmas!" sentiment in just above every other festive song. 

Once again, C demonstrates her skill for using words far better than my own clumsy attempt to express this sentiment earlier.

I believe too that the slang term "faggot", which I think is the one that has caused the most issues, is now an example of a word that has been reclaimed by those to whom it had been pejoratively directed. I think that's a great way forward for many things.  Embrace it, take the sting out of it, and redress the dynamic of its power, by claiming it for yourself. 

“As an English teacher…”

(Oh God, here he goes again!”)

As an English teacher, I like to believe that words only gain power when we allow them to have that power. But it’s very easy to argue that when I’m not one of the people said words are being directed at. Nobody ever called me a faggot, nobody ever threw the N-word at me. If gay people can take the sting out of faggot in the same way many black people (particularly rappers) have reclaimed nigger, that’s surely something to applaud. But it’s still a minefield if you’re not part of that particular community… and maybe that’s the point. Maybe it should be.

The Fall - No Xmas for John Quays

There’s a famous episode of my favourite TV show, NYPD Blue, in which notoriously racist* detective Andy Sipowicz gets into a mouthy confrontation with a belligerent black activist who tells him, “you’re dealing with that one nigger in a thousand who knows what you can and cannot do”. In response, Andy throws the N-word back at him and gets in a lot of trouble for it.

(Andy’s racism is given context in the show, and is part of a long-running redemptive character arc. Prejudice is absolutely not a black and white subject in NYPD Blue.)

Context is everything. But back to C

Does / has this song ever actually caused any harm to be done to anyone?  I can't imagine it, there are so many more direct and genuinely hateful ways to cause harm that we should be concentrating our efforts on, surely.  So for me, as long as Christmas is here to stay, 'Fairytale' can stay too.

Thank you, C.

Leroy Carr - Christmas in Jail (Ain’t That a Pain)

From C, we go to CC

Fairy tale of New York?

A classic.

Presumably the issue is the line "a cheap lousy faggot", an insult said in anger in a stormy row between two lovers.

I'm sure most of us have done something similar at one stage and now regret it.

Nowadays it is edited out and that's enough for me.

Good point there, CC, and one that hasn’t been made yet, but it links back to what we were just saying about the power of words and how, in moments of anger, we might reach for the most hurtful epithets in our quiver.

The Chieftains feat. Elvis Costello - St. Stephen’s Day Murders

Next up is Martin, who appears today with an eye-witness testimony…

I once had the good fortune to see Kirsty and Shane sing this live together. She was the support act for Morrissey, at a December gig at the Ally Pally. For her closing song she invited Shane up on stage and they sang this together. He was so drunk he could barely stand, and his lyrics were unintelligible most of the time. Kirsty's were crystal clear but I can't remember whether she sang any of the controversial lines. There's the one everyone knows about, subsequently changed to "You're cheap and you're haggard", and there are others that no-one cares about any more (surely?), like "arse" (at the time the Beeb requested that that be replaced with the somehow less offensive "ass" for TOTP).

I was amused to read on iffypedia that, “When Katie Melua performed the song with the Pogues on CD:UK in December 2005, ITV censored the word "arse", but left "faggot" uncensored.”

Bloody ITV. You wouldn’t get that on the BBC, eh, Martin?

By 2007, things had moved on still further and both "faggot" and "slut" were edited out by Radio 1, before the revised "haggard" version became the broadcast norm. Is that the only issue with this song - the sweariness and derogatory terms? Or is there something more I don't know about?

In 2019, BBC Radio Solent DJ Alex Dyke announced that he would not be playing the song on his show, calling it a "nasty, nasty song" and "an offensive pile of downmarket chav bilge". Yet still the world turns.

I hate to break it to Alex, but there are still lots of people who talk like this. And it might be chav bilge, but it's also a love song, of sorts, and the antidote to Yuletide saccharine. Cancel this at your peril. Accept the "haggard" edit and move on, I say.

If you ask me, the “chav” response opens DJ Alex up to accusations of snobbery, or at the very least coming from a privileged background and being out of touch with the common man. But what do I know? I grew up on a farm.

Next up is Ernie, who’s thinking of resigning from the committee because he doesn’t believe in banning anything… and to be honest, I’m coming around to his point of view. Maybe this feature has outstayed its welcome? We’ve covered all the major causes of offence by now – sexism, racism, homophobia, underage sex, Bono (next time, I promise)… I’m worried we’ll just end up repeating ourselves, or I’ll begin to take advantage in terms of my entreaties on your generosity. Perhaps it’s best to quit while we’re ahead? I’ll consider this in the New Year. In the meantime, Ernie…

Pogues - if the f word offends you, then listen to the version where Kirsty sings 'haggard' which has been readily available since 1992. Other than that, leave it alone.

Man of few words, but very definite opinion.

The Sonics- Don't Believe In Christmas

Which brings us back to Walter, who echoes Ernie’s sentiment…

Ever since the BBC toned down certain lines in the lyrics, there has been an annual debate about whether crude swear words are suitable for young ears. The song is about a couple who once had big dreams, but which burst like soap bubbles due to drugs and alcohol. Each blames the other, culminating in verbal insults. There is no doubt that these words are not exactly pleasant, but they stem from a gutter vocabulary that is appropriate in this context. Not that I approve of offensive swear words, but crude expressions are part of every language. A fool is always a fool, even if I call him a blockhead or a moron.

I always quite fancied being a Blockhead myself, if it meant I got to hang out with Ian Dury. But do continue, Walter…

I do believe that crude language should be avoided, but these words should not be censored. It is up to each individual to express themselves appropriately. In my home country, Nina Hagen and BAP sang this song in German and translated the swear words pretty much exactly. It's strange that we, who have made gender equality our cause, have not yet had any discussions about these lyrics (perhaps only once my words have been published).

BAP feat. Nina Hagen- Weihnachtsnaach

I want to thank Walter for introducing me to that version, in which the vocal delivery seems to switch – Nina Hagen sounds far more like Shane MacGowan than Kirsty!

And that’s a much better cover than the Bon Jovi version which… no, no, please don’t listen to it… don’t do that to your ears*. (And I say that as a unashamed fan of Mr. By Jove, from back in the day.)

Jon Bon Jovi – Fairytale of New York

(*Anyone who defied my instructions above, you may note that Mr. BJ appears to have rewritten the offending section of the song… but… unless my ears deceive me… appears to have included the phrase “kick in the c*nt” instead as part of his version. Or do I need some new batteries in my hearing aid?)

Irish singer-songwriter Rob Smith apparently commented, "I have heard Bon Jovi's cover of Fairytale of New York. It's the worst thing to ever happen to music, and I am including both the murder of John Lennon and Brian McFadden's solo career in there. This is worse!"

The Midnight Riders - All I Want For Christmas (Is To Kick Your Ass)

Final word today goes to The Vinyl Villain himself, JC, who readily admits to being just as much of a grinch as Adam, C and Walter – and even used the phrase “Bah humbug” in his response. When it comes to Fairytale Of New York though… well, JC refuses to accept it’s even a Christmas song.

I will expend a little bit of energy on this one, for the simple fact that I don’t regard it as a Christmas-themed record despite the fact that The Pogues wrote it specifically as one while their record label was happy to play the game and release it as a single at a particular time of the year, in November 1987.

Twisted logic on my part?  Maybe…. but bear with me.

Is this going to be like those people who try to deny Die Hard is a Christmas movie?

eagleowl - Let's Save Christmas (The Ballad of Nakatomi Plaza)

I saw The Pogues play one of the most manic and memorable gigs in my life at Strathclyde University Students Union back in 1985.  It turned me into a fan. 

Singles and albums were purchased as they were issued, but I didn’t buy Fairytale of New York.  I loved watching the video over the festive period, and also being a fan of Kirsty MacColl, it made for a fine listen, and as I got increasingly familiar with the song, I found myself singing along every time to ‘The Boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day’.  And I mean every time, to the annoyance of my soon-to-be in-laws whose house I was living in at the time.

I bought the album If I Should Fall From Grace With God in January 1988, and quickly realised it was a classic. The album the band had been threatening to make since that gig a few years earlier. A perfect blend of rock and what I thought was traditional Irish music, played and produced to perfection.  The songs all seemed to be short stories set to music – some were rollicking and some were tear-jerking ballads, with ‘Fairytale’ striding both.  It was a record full of tunes that I imagined would be sung at the wildest parties in Ireland – the fact I hadn’t yet set foot in that country was neither here nor there! (That’s something which would change many years later and I’ve now got proud and loving connections with the country.)  Fairytale in this context was way more than a Christmas song, and I still feel the same the best part of 40 years later.

As to the supposedly offensive lyrics...  In what is clearly an exchange fuelled by alcohol and indeed a love for one another as the rest of the lyric makes clear, the male character, played by Shane calls the female character, played Kirsty, an old slut on junk and she replies by calling him a scumbag, maggot and cheap lousy faggot.  It’s poetic and quite magnificent. 

I’d agree with JC that expressing love by using words like these – rather than the usual barrel of cliches pop songs rely upon to represent that emotion – shows a genuine understanding of both character and storytelling technique that goes above and beyond.

Worth remembering too that not a lot was made of these lyrics back in the late 80s.  The only thing folk were worried about back then was the use of the word ‘arse’ which Kirsty was asked to amend to ‘ass’ for a live rendition on Top of The Pops.

The hullabaloo only really kicked up when the single was re-released in 2005.  A different time altogether and an era when the notion of individuals and organisations having platforms to express their supposed anger, hurt and offence, and being noticed as they shouted from the sidelines, was becoming increasingly the norm. 

While it seems some offence was taken prior to 2005, JC makes a good point here that at the beginning of this century, with the rise of the nasty old interweb, Professional Offence-Taking became an active sport, a kind of cultural one-upmanship which has become so ingrained in society it’ll no doubt be recognised as event in the next Olympic Games.

But in terms of today’s tune, I think JC sums it up for me when he says…

I’ll never tire of Fairytale of New York.  It’s a magnificent song that still sounds wonderful all these years later. It shouldn’t be messed with.

Thank you all for your thoughts.

Join us back here to give Bob, Midge and (especially) Bono a festive kicking... it's the true spirit of Christmas!


Thursday, 6 November 2025

Self Help For Cynics #43: Family Fury


The Cranberries - Ode To My Family

A couple of years ago, I was in a charity shop with Sam. I was flicking through an uninspiring rack of CDs while Sam was looking at the kid’s books. When he found nothing to interest him, he came to get me – because I’m only allowed to stay in any shop as long as there’s something in it for him, after that we need to get out of there asap. When I didn’t immediately jump (there might have been an obscure CD by the Colourblind James Experience hiding in those final few CDs… that has happened to me before… once… it could happen again) Sam leant against a nearby shelving unit and demonstrated his boredom with a hefty sigh.

At this point, an elderly gentleman / fellow customer / Grumpy Old Bastard came storming over and shouted something at us both to the effect that if we weren’t careful, “that’s boy’s going to pull the whole shelf off the wall!” I turned, considered my response, then said to Sam – with a volume that turned heads across the shop – “Right, buddy, we’re going – we have to get as far away from this rude man as possible!”

Peter Gabriel - Family Snapshot

Afterwards, I did consider whether my reaction was setting the best example to my son, but frankly it’s not the first time Sam’s seen me lose my rag in a shop, and I doubt it will be the last. However, unlike more general frustrations about people blocking the aisle or pushing past me or spending ages reading the ingredients on a can of beans, this particular burst of rage was clearly triggered by the third letter in Dr. R. Douglas Fields’ angry acronym, LIFEMORTS. F… is for FAMILY.

Eels - I Want To Protect You

Now before you start thinking, yep, nothing more likely to get me wound up than certain members of my family… this isn’t about the anger we feel when our (pre-)teenage child ignores our wishes and does whatever the hell they want, specifically the thing we told them not to do. It’s not the anger we feel when our other half replaces the toilet roll so that the front sheet hangs down the back when any sane person in the world knows it should hang down the front – beard good, mullet bad! It’s not even the anger we feel when a previously level-headed sibling suddenly decides to stick flags up outside their house and starts telling us how that Nigel Farage has some quite interesting things to say, actually. 

Bennet - I Hate My Family

No, the Family trigger in LIFEMORTS is actually the complete opposite of all that. It’s the anger we feel when someone or something attacks, threatens or even insults someone in our family. Because our brains are genetically hardwired to protect those close to us. This is something scientists have noticed in many different species – often they characterise it as “maternal aggression”, where a female animal will act aggressively to protect its offspring from harm. But clearly it’s not just a female trait – mothers and fathers are both conditioned to keep their offspring safe. Not just from physical threat – but even from the threat of insult. (As to why we consider insult a threat, I refer you back to the last post in this series.) Scientists tell us that our brain does this because it’s fighting to preserve our genetic lineage. The survival instinct doesn’t just cover us as individuals, we also want to ensure “species survival”. 

Simon & Garfunkel - Save the Life of My Child

But I don’t think those are the only reasons we get angry when someone threatens our family. I think it also has a little to do with that key emotion science still has trouble with properly accounting for: love. And when it comes to a threat against our children… well, there’s no greater love. I was watching some TV show a while back – I wish I could remember what it was – and one of the characters said something about how all fathers secretly wish they could die to protect their child. The idea being that there would be no greater expression of paternal love. When I heard that – just a line in a TV show, nothing I can find any scientific research about – it connected with me. 

Marvin Gaye - Save The Children

The Family anger trigger isn’t just about parents and their children though. We feel a similar sensation whenever anyone in our immediate tribe is threatened. You may well have someone in your family circle who, in your opinion, is a complete dick. You may even have had occasion to tell them this to their face. And that’s fine. That’s just families. But if someone from outside your tribe upsets, attacks or insults them… you’ll probably still feel the urge to leap to their defence. Because our brains recognise that family units offer protection – safety in numbers, yeah, but numbers that are bonded together by blood or time or proximity… that’s even safer. This might even explain why people in abusive relationships might still feel the urge to protect their abusers from outside forces. And it definitely explains why otherwise non-aggressive kids get into fights at school because some big doofus has just insulted “your mum”. Or, as the wonderfully foul-mouthed Dr. Faith (remember her?) puts it…

“It’s the likely precursor for why we may hate everyone we are related to, but we still beat the shit out of anyone outside the family that messes with them.”

Wet Leg – UR Mum

How do we deal with this then? I’m not sure I’ve found an easy solution in my research other than the general piece of advice that always comes up when tackling our responses to emotion: recognise it, acknowledge it, understand it. So when that Grumpy Old Bastard came over and had a go at my son in the charity shop (while also casting aspersions on my own parenting), what I should have done is taken a step back – recognised that I was feeling anger because I saw this incident as a threat against my family and that my brain was conditioned to release the relevant stress hormones in a situation like this in order to facilitate a fight, flight, freeze or fawn response due to an ingrained, genetic predisposition to protect my child. And then I should have calmly assessed whether or not my reaction was valid or whether my brain was actually displaying an archaic evolutionary threat response which really wasn’t relevant in the modern world. And if I decided that to be the case, then the very best reply would probably have been to smile, defuse the situation with a vague apology for any unintentional upset caused, and carry on about my day.

Massive Attack ft. Tracey Thorn - Protection 

Or maybe I should have decked the old bastard, pushed him into the very furniture he was so desperate to “protect”. “Oh, look what you’ve done now – you’ve made a right mess of those shelves.” Hulk smash threats to Hulk’s people. F can stand for more than just Family.



Wednesday, 8 October 2025

Self-Help For Cynics #41: Life Or Death


I wanted to get back into this series, because there's still much to investigate... and if I don't have the excuse of writing the posts, I'm less likely to do the reading. I'm not going to even attempt to do it weekly anymore, but Cynical Self-Help will continue on an ad hoc basis. 

Before the break, I'd just begun to scrape the surface of anger: what it is, why we get it, and what to do about it. So let's jump straight back into that...

Dean Martin - Ain't That A Kick In The Head

Back when I worked in radio, I was attacked in the street. I've written about it previously: it was a violent incident that could have been much worse, but somehow I managed to talk my way out of it. 

E - I've Been Kicked Around

While I was lying there on the floor, about to have my head kicked in, I did not feel any anger. Fear, yes. But also a kind of calm resolve that helped me get through the situation in one piece. Other people might have got angry - they'd be completely justified - and tried to fight back. But as angry as I might get, I'm not a violent person, and I'm not sure I could meet violence with violence, even to protect myself.

The Barracudas - We're Living in Violent Times

'What is he wittering on about?', you may well ask. Well, the reason I bring this up today is because of LIFEMORTS. According to angry scientist David Banner R. Douglas Fields, writer of Why We Snap: Understanding The Rage Circuits In Your Brain, there are nine potential triggers which cause outbursts of uncontrollable anger. And because scientists love acronyms, the good doctor has created a clever one to help us remember each of these triggers. 

Elvis Costello - Little Triggers

LIFEMORTS stands for... deep breath... 

Life or death

Insult

Family

Environment

Mate

Order In Society

Resources

Tribe

Stopped

Plus, it's clever because mort is French for dead, so the acronym tells us anger is related to... erm... being alive or dead? Well, in a way, that's true, since anger is the brain's way of signalling to us that we need to take action to protect ourselves from a threat. And the first of these threats, according to LIFEMORTS, is clearly the most imperative: a life or death situation. 

The Surfing Brides - A Matter Of Life And Death

Over the next nine posts, I'm going to look at each of these triggers individually, but I have to admit I struggled a bit with the first one. Have I never been in a Life or Death situation? Well, thankfully not in any kind of Hollywood action movie way we might think of. The closest I could come was the scene described above, but then... as I said... I didn't react with anger anyway. I got the signals - thanks, brain, but I think I could have worked that one out for myself - but anger would not have resolved that situation, so a calmer response prevailed.

Stevie Wonder - Be Cool, Be Calm (And Keep Yourself Together)

But wait! Dr. Fields says...

Almost anyone will defend themselves in what is perceived as a life-or-death attack.

And he's not alone, because in her book Unfuck Your Anger, sweary Dr. Faith adds...

The brain's wiring is designed to say, "Hey, you are prolly gonna die right here, so kicking ass is probably your only way out. And even if you can't, you at least won't go down without a fight."

The Teardrop Explodes - ...And The Fighting Takes Over

Of course, fighting isn't the only option to the amygdala's anger / fear signal (and let's face it, in a situation like this, anger and fear are pretty much the same thing). Everybody knows about Fight or Flight responses, but there are two other ways we can react to those signals, as Web MD explains...

The Fight response is your body’s way of facing any perceived threat aggressively. Flight means your body urges you to run from danger. Freeze is your body’s inability to move or act against a threat. Fawn is your body’s stress response to try to please someone to avoid conflict. 

The Levellers - Fight Or Flight

When I reflect on that attack, fawn is probably the response I chose. I tried to be calm and appeal to my assailant's better nature and probably pleaded a little bit... and it got me out of there. I'm not sure trying to fight back would have led to the same resolution, even if I was Jack Reacher.

Billy Nomates - Fawner

I consider myself lucky to have reached the grand old age of 53 without ever being in a life or death situation where kicking ass was the only available response to my brain's warning signals. I wonder if anyone reading this has ever had to fight their way out of a life or death situation? You might not want to talk about it if you have. But in terms of the brain's anger triggers, I'm pretty much dismissing the first one as a non-starter. Because as Martin Luther King said...

Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.

Or, as I might have said...

If I try and fight back, I'm just gonna get hurt even more. There has to be another solution!





Thursday, 21 August 2025

Snapshots Spillover: More Coat Songs

Should have posted these on Monday, but other business took precedent. Some more songs that were left in the Snapshots cloakroom after last weekend...

Dan Bern - Hoody

Black - Her Coat And No Knickers

Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - When You Laugh at Your Own Garden in a Blazer 

Glenn Miller - Tuxedo Junction

David Bowie - Sell Me A Coat

Another Sunny Day - Anorak City

Cake - Short Skirt / Long Jacket

Luke Haines - Bomber Jacket

Luke Kelly - Raglan Road

Dolly Parton - Coat Of Many Colours

And yes, that's why Jason Donovan was the picture clue on Saturday...

Jason Donovan - Any Dream Will Do

See also...

Quicksilver Messenger Service - Joseph's Coat

Speaking of colourful coats (beyond the famous blue one)... do any of these take your fancy?

Philip Jeays - In My Long Grey Coat

Bob Dylan - Man In The Long Black Coat

A. Savage - My New Green Coat

Bubblegum Lemonade - Famous Blue Anorak 

Lloyd Arnold - Red Coat, Green Pants & Red Suede Shoes

New Model Army - White Coats

Red Hewitt &The Buccaneers - The Girl In The Teddy Bear Coat

And here are some to protect you from the elements...

E - My Old Raincoat

Josh Ritter - Rainslicker

Ariel Pink - Plastic Raincoats In The Pig Parade

The Sprites - Winter Coat

Benjamin Shaw - Goodbye, Kagoul World

Guy Clark - Like A Coat From The Cold

REM - Harborcoat

And before we go, a brief exchange between Eliza and Cat.

Eliza Gilkyson - Take Off Your Old Coat

Cat Power - The Coat Is Always On

That's her told. 

Finally then, a brief word from JOhn...

John Cooper Clarke - Gaberdine Angus

Not really a song, that last one, but maybe the man in the Gaberdine coat was a spy...



Wednesday, 11 December 2024

My Top 24 of 2024 (#24 - 22)

And so begins the contractually obliged countdown of my favourite albums of the year. The usual caveats apply: 

  • the order is spurious, based on the capricious whims of the day I compiled this list, and subject to change just as easily as the wind. Only the Top 3 holds any kind of accuracy.
  • records released earlier in the year, which I've had longer to live with and enjoy, will doubtlessly place higher than ones I'm still getting into. I keep telling the recording industry this - if they want to score a definite Top Ten placing in my year end countdown, don't wait till bloody November to put their records out. But do they listen to me?
  • in the next few months, I am guaranteed to buy and/or discover a bunch of new records which would surely have deserved a place in this list... but it's hard to keep on top of it all. I still haven't heard the new Father John Misty record, for example, though I have added it to my Christmas list.

Anyway, here are some records which I enjoyed...

24. Eels - Eels Time

Mark Everett is pretty much assured a place in this countdown just by opening his front door and serenading an enormous pine cone (as seen above). It's a testament then to the strength of this year's runner and riders that he places right at the "bottom" of the list... Eels albums usually make the Top 15, at least. Eels Time!, the fifteenth Eels long player, probably isn't going to win him any new converts, but it's a warm, reassuring cuddle for those of us who've been with him from the start.

Time, there was nothing but time then
Click-clack, riding down the tracks
Never worried about coming back
Anyplace looked good to me
Why not stop and see
What's there?

Time, there isn't much time now
What's the fear? Well, I like it here
With the ones I love so near
Maybe there's just some way
Dear God
I can stay


23. Pixies - The Night The Zombies Came


What I said above for Mark could just as easily apply to Frank. 

There are some artists you grow tired of once you've heard everything they have to say... and there are others you're happy to keep listening to even though the song remains the same. Pixies most definitely fall into the latter category - more power to Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV and his pals.

Who's gonna live? Who's gonna die?
Is there any true love? Oh, I don't know why


22. Chuck Prophet - Wake The Dead

We close today with another Charles, one who's been through quite a bit over the past couple of years, following a diagnosis of stage four lymphoma. Thankfully a) he's in remission now; and b) it's not affected his work-rate one bit. While undergoing treatment, Chuck spent a lot of time listening to Cumbia music, which the google AI tells me is "a Latin American musical genre that originated in Colombia and is characterized by a blend of African, indigenous, and European influences". I'm sure Ernie can give a better description than that. Anyway, as a result of this new obsession, Chuck has teamed up with Cumbia band ¿Qiensave? for his latest record, though this doesn't mean it's a drastic departure from his regular output... perhaps just a bit more rhythmic. Still sounds good to me anyway.

We might have ourselves a picnic
We might end up on the moon
They might even name a planet after me
If they ask you any questions
go ahead and tell the truth
If we have to, we can plead insanity
If it’s good enough for you, it works for me




Sunday, 11 February 2024

Snapshots #331: A Top Ten Tiger Songs


Ten tiger-tastic tunes to make your Sunday roar-some!


10. Half a city in Hawaii.

That city would be Honolulu.

Lulu - I'm A Tiger

If you only watch one video this week, make it that one. The way that tiger's pacing, I'm convinced it's going to eat Lulu by the end of the song.

9. Those obnoxious aliens.

That's their name, translated from Japanese - the band were named after a famous manga comic.

Urusei Yatsura - Hello Tiger

8. Befuddled by Dundee Day.

Dundee Day was an anagram.

Duane Eddy - Tiger Love and Turnip Greens

7. They came, they saw, they conquered.

The Caesars - Paper Tigers

6. Travelling saint demands his coffee white.

St. Christopher needs his milk.

Apparently these guys were one of David Bowie's favourite bands back in the day...

Christopher Milk - Tiger

5. Feels good inside.

Feels good inside.

Eels - Tiger In My Tank

4. Greasy ladies knock on wood.

The Pink Ladies were in Grease. Eddie Floyd knocked on wood.

Pink Floyd - When The Tigers Broke Free

3. Lost in the Bermuda Triangle.

Bermuda Triangle.

Mud - Tiger Feet

2. Events spiral, out of control.

"Events spiral" is an anagram.

April Stevens - Teach Me, Tiger

Parental advisory suggested.

1. Stoic leftovers.


Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger


I'll be rising up, back on the street with more of this nonsense next Saturday.

Monday, 3 October 2022

Celebrity Jukebox #39: Henry Miller


As an English teacher, I'm often called upon to pretend I know more about famous writers than I actual do. So what do I know about Henry Miller? Erm... he wrote some mucky books? Oh, wait, no, the U.S. Supreme Court cleared him of obscenity and declared his novels "literature" in 1964, so he wasn't just another sex-obsessed scribe. He did get through five wives though, and spent most of his 80s writing pen pal letters to a Playboy model called Brenda Venus. Make of that what you will. On his death in 1980, the Grauniad declared, "As chief literary anarchist of his day, Miller was a kind of low priest celebrating the last rites of what he regarded as a doomed civilisation"... which might almost persuade me to give his books a go, if someone would be willing to cover my eyes when I got to the mucky bits.

In truth, most of what I know about Henry Miller has been garnered from these songs. Then again, most rock 'n' rolls stars are a bunch of sex-obsessed narcissists too, so no wonder they dig this "low priest of a doomed civilisation".

I'd love it if Doris Day was singing about our Henry Miller in The Deadwood Stage, but as that's set some time before the author was born, it's unlikely. Still, the Henry Miller in question is the owner of The Golden Garter saloon, so he was probably a bit of a perv too...

Introducing Henry Miller
Just as busy as a fizzy Sarsparilla
Ain't a showman any smarter 
Operates the Golden Garter


Jewel is undoubtably referring to the correct Henry though...

My, you remind me of a man I used to sleep with
That's a face I'd never forget
And you can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anaïs Nin
Except this time it'll be even better
We'll stay together in the end
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed


Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller were, of course, lovers. Nin financed the publication of Miller's first book, Tropic of Cancer, in 1934. You might be surprised to learn that I have read some Anaïs Nin. There was a copy on a bookshelf I used to frequent as a boy. E knows what I'm talking about...

She hides in the library reading Henry Miller books
'Til they flash the lights, it's time to go
When she was a little kid she said
"Dad, I don't know why I feel so penniless inside"


Still in the library (or not), here's a surprising dose of social commentary from The Turtles...

Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia, ha!
Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia
Everybody has a list
Of Negroes, Jews and communists
And checks it off before their daughter marries
Ginsberg is a socialist
He can't write poems like Edgar Guest
And Henry Miller's not in their library (too bad)


Followed by a little literary criticism from Of Montreal, who are not from Canada, but Athens, Georgia.

I have the sense you wanna be the female Henry Miller
Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks
And exploiting other people's madness


For an actual Canadian band, look no further than The Lowest of the Low. This is from an album called Shakespeare My Butt, which apparently is one of "the ten greatest albums in Canadian music history". I'm not sure what Neil Young and Joni Mitchell have to say about that.

I want to take a streetcar downtown
Read Henry Miller and wander around
And drink some Guinness from a tin


Still in Canada, this is Raine Maida, lead singer of the band Our Lady Peace.

Her bedroom is her temple
The books and the stereo her muse
She feels humbled by this equation
And sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Henry Miller
She's just not leaving anytime soon
And as the smoke pours out her window
An image forms behind the moon
And it looks like the face of Jesus
But if it's Jesus she needs proof
At the heart of the matter, and a matter of fact
The science of matter
She hopes that it's true


Back to the literary criticism with Jason Gots, who I know nothing about. I mean, he might be Canadian, but the internet has let me down on that. I like his song though... 

The city's sleeping, I can't sleep, it feels like I won't ever sleep again
A sense of urgency so keen, unknown to science and to medicine
I thought that this was settled, that I'd settled into some kind of routine
That I gave up all that Henry Miller bullshit for Joseph Goldstein

But now something's happening to me
Oh, something new is happening

I guess I'm not a novelist I never could sit still for very long
And I guess there's supposed to be a verse, a chorus and a bridge in every song
And I only ever had one thing to say but you get bored so easily F
I said it fifteen hundred ways in hopes that one would make it through eventually


Meanwhile, here's another artist I'm hearing for the first time, even though he's made a shedload of records and has at one time or another collaborated with Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, David Johansen and the Violent Femmes.

I was in Sicily reading Henry Miller
You were in New York City you were getting thinner
I was in discos I was listening to Madonna
You were in sweat clothes looking like Jane Fonda

If you're wondering why I do such long posts for this feature (and you're really not, because nobody reads this far), it's because I get to unearth gems like these...

Some say my songs are long and over complicated
But they're very personal I say they're underrated
This is the last thing I expected to be
A broken-hearted troubadour in sunny Sicily 


Oh look, here's an artist I have heard of. David Lee Roth. Fancy seeing you here, David!

How 'bout a little Henry Miller
With your Huckleberry Finn
Assume the position, honey
Let's begin


And in the "even less surprising" category, here's Jane Birkin...

Amour pervers
Me susurre Henry Miller
Dans son Tropique du Cancer
Du Cancer

In case you're wondering, "Amour pervers" means exactly what you think. That clip's worth watching just to hear the way Jane pronounces "'Enri Millay" though.


From France to Mexico, and a song that actually mentions Henry Miller in its title. A very cool slice of Guadalajaran garage punk...

Your gums
On wind of
Dirty feathers
My death
Asphyxiates your
Golden matter
Henry Miller
Goes in deeper
Deep like a scab


And here's another titular win... although as with Doris Day, this might well be a different Henry Miller...

And I know that he feels bad
’Cause he is my best friend
And I know that in the end
Henry Miller is dead

And I hope he’s not
And I prey he’s not my best friend


As might this... although 1891 is the year our Henry was born.


Phew. This could go on all night.

Let's take a 13 minute break for this week's token Mark Kozelek stream-of-consciousness ramble...

I don't know what to read now. 
I'm going to open Henry Miller's Moloch, see how it makes me feel. 
But nothing makes me laugh like John Fante 
I don't have any of his other books here with me right now
I just watched a little news. 
There were fires today. 
One in Gilroy. One in Fairfield. 
And one right under the George Miller bridge at 2 pm.


If you're interested, Henry Miller gets name-dropped in a bunch of other Kozelek rambles. Email me and I'll send a list.

Speaking of lists, I'm going to have to stop there... but the list of songs that name-check Mr. Miller certainly doesn't stop there. I just picked out a bunch of the ones I liked. 

To be honest, when I chose him for the 39th edition of this feature, there was only one song I had in mind, so here it is. 

Dan Bern has a fantasy that if Marilyn Monroe had married Henry Miller rather than Arthur Miller, she'd have lived a happier life. I'll let him explain in detail why he believe this to be the case. He is, however, at pains to point out that...

This is not a knock against Arthur Miller
Death of a Salesman is my favorite play
But Marilyn Monroe
Should have married Henry Miller
And if she did
She might be alive

This is taken from Dan Bern's 1997 debut album, which I'd really recommend checking out, especially for the song Jerusalem in which he proclaims himself the second coming of Jesus Christ. (He's right about Death of a Salesman too.)



Sunday, 7 August 2022

Snapshots #252: A Top Twelve Signs Of The Zodiac Songs

The Zodiac is all about reading the stars in the sky... so here's David Starsky...

Look, I couldn't find a picture of Mystic Meg with a camera, all right?

Well done if you predicted the ten artists below... 


12. Roman Empire, Berlin Wall, House of Usher.

The Fall of...

The Fall - Two Librans

11. Inside the house, Charles still gets a tan, somehow.

Inside the house, Charles still gets a tan, somehow.

The Charlatans - Taurus Moaner

10. Heroic Bum. 

Supertramp - Aries

9. Perception minus commodities.

Sense less things.

Senseless Things - Leo

8. Muddled, in a moron's RV.

"In a moron's RV", muddled up, gives you...

Van Morrison - Virgo Clowns

7. Sven Magnus Øen Carlsen and Barry Allen feel all pent up.

Sven Magnus Øen Carlsen is the current world chess champion.

Barry Allen is The Flash. (Look it up.)

If you feel all pent up, you're angry. Pent also means five, as in pentagram.

Grandmaster Flash & The Furious 5 - Scorpio

With Metal Mickey on guest vocals.

6. Bloody emus!

Anagram!

Moody Blues - Gemini Dream

5. Rubber Duck.

See Convoy.

Kris Kristofferson - Jesus Was A Capricorn

4. Instigator of Temptation.

One of the founding members of the Temptations.

Eddie Kendricks - Son of Sagittarius

3. Gregorian Horse.

Anagram!

George Harrison - Pisces Fish

2. Colin Firth hates them.

Regular readers will get the reference.

Eels - Cancer For The Cure

1. Height, width, depth, time...


Height, width, depth, time... are the first four dimensions. As I'm not a physicist, I'm not going to try to explain the 5th.

The Fifth Dimension - Age of Aquarius


The stars tell me there will be more of this nonsense next week. 

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