Magnus Shaw and Terence Dackombe consider the perils of supermarket shopping; don’t listen to Beats 1; examine law enforcement in the USA; round up some sheep; and watch Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee.
As a boy, my bedroom wall carried a gallery of posters: Starsky and Hutch, Spiderman, The Fonz, and Christopher Lee as Count Dracula. Of these, Lee was my favourite. Utterly obsessed with vintage horror movies, I lived for Friday night’s ‘Appointment With Fear’ – a spot on ITV which, if my luck was in, would deliver 90 minutes in the imposing company of Christopher as the Prince Of Darkness and the compelling Peter Cushing as Van Helsing.
The agency for whom I worked, (before I decamped to Chrysalis, and then Charisma) had been taken over by a couple of record producers from Pye, and as they tried to build up a stable of credible acts, we had to contend with the previous proprietor’s list of talent, most of whom, in career terms, had seen better days. The agency had been running since the 1940s and prior to the take-over, had built its reputation upon supplying music hall acts in the golden post-war era.
So. Cilla Black. Queen of Saturday night eezee-view chav-tv. Chirpy front woman of seemingly endless sugary feel-good sofa Prozac television shows. Flag waving icon of Thatcherites, and professional Scouser.
It’s probable that Cilla was advised to head for the verdant fields of light entertainment because, in the 60s, girl singers tended not to be taken seriously, and came with an expectation that the hits would only last as long as their novelty value could be stretched out.
Cilla though, had her own, weekly, Saturday teatime television show at the age of twenty-four. To put that in a contemporary perspective, Lily Allen (her tv show had a 2% share of the total, potential audience) is also twenty-four.
One needn’t be a footballing expert to understand the shenanigans at FIFA. I know almost nothing about the sport, but the double-dealing and backhanding are as clear to me as any other observer. This is because the whole sorry mess is less about the game and more about a malaise affecting so much of our world.
From plush Swiss headquarters, to gleaming glass City offices, something repugnant has taken hold, like mould on a dank shower curtain – something powerful enough to touch us all, and so ingrained, disinfection seems unlikely. It’s not ambition (a good thing), nor is it wealth (a neutral thing) – it’s the tolerance of corruption, the acceptance of dishonesty.
Indie Wonderland as produced and presented by Juliet Harris for Barricade Radio broadcast live on 3 June 2015. Jane Weaver does us a smashing Long Song. It’s Bunch of Fives’ week off BUT:
Speaking of which, please suggest 3 songs that are anywhere between 5 mins and 5 mins 59 seconds long via email to firstname.lastname@example.org ta!