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89.7 WGBH (Boston’s NPR) once kept me alive; specifically, Blues After Hours (now Blues on WGBH), Jazz with Eric in the Evening (it was his voice, I loved, and fell asleep to every night), A Celtic Sojourn, and of course, A Prairie Home Companion.
The triffid lamps of Bellingham are calling you
Their crocus lengths are leaning towards you
Their insides are made of alloyed steel
P.E. and Wu Tang tapes in the car you start to feel…
You’ve got to get out for a while
You can’t be sitting in the house fucking around like that
Smell the coffee, Drive around
Look to the left of you, look to the right of you
Go on, go a little faster
You hearts caving in like a mining disaster
Jinx Lennon: Raw punk folk poet. Musically very hip-hop influenced (despite performing mostly with an acoustic guitar) and “primitive” (according to himself), his lyrics deal, often humorously, with the minutiae of everyday life in a bleak Irish country town. [from Last.fm]
I saw him and Paula Flynn (best known for her cover of “Let’s Dance” with StellarSound), at last year’s Flat Lake Festival in Co Monaghan, Ireland. This year’s festival is August 14–16 hint hint nudge nudge.
“Absolutely Fabulous” is the title of a song produced by British electronic music group Pet Shop Boys. The song was released as a single for 1994’s Comic Relief, under the artist name ‘Absolutely Fabulous’. The song is based on the BBC comedy show of the same name, Absolutely Fabulous and features dialogues taken from that show. The single peaked at #6 on the UK Singles Chart and #7 on the U.S. Hot Dance Club Play charts.
This song was on a mix tape I got in 1995, medley’d for some reason with Pepino The Italian Mouse and labelled only as that song. I loved it so much and fancied it made just for me. That tape is long gone, and over the years when I remembered it, I thought that maybe I’d imagined the second part of this weird hybrid song (it was, after all, so amazing, it couldn’t have been real), until I remembered some lyrics in a dream and Googled them… This is it.
