Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Holiday over,  no major incidents to report. Back to 370 emails of which about 4 will contain vital information which I will be unaware of as I will have picked the wrong ones to read.

I need someone to give me a good boot up the arse and get me motivated.

This mash-up is so wrong it's right.

Dave Remix - Foundations Of War(head)


Oh, and SA yes us Scottish people do burn v easily. Two weeks in France last year over 35 degree heat every day, nothing. One day in Cornwall on beach bottom of legs burnt bright red!

We Get On

I had sort of forgotten about Kate Nash recently. In one of the early posts on this blog I posted Birds, the other side of her first single and said how much I liked her songs but the album had not lived up to the potential I felt that it had been over produced and that the songs lost some of their intimacy due to this. The track posted today is a prime example, it's the 2nd thing that I ever heard by her and I just loved the lyrics and the forlorn feeling of the track, however when it appeared on the album, it had a jaunty beat, backing vocals and full accompaniment and completely lost the desperate feel of the radio session version.

The reason this track came into my head this week is that I have been reading One Day by David Nicholls a book aimed directly at mine and a few of the bloggers listed at the side's age group. I believe that if Kate Nash had been around in 1988, Emma, one of the two main characters would have had this track on repeat. If you get the chance read the book. It is funny, clever and will strike a chord with anyone who has felt more for a member of the opposite sex than they've let on and never had the courage to do anything about it. Don't let the Tony Parsons quote put off.

A word of warning though, if you read it, when you get to chapter 18 do not read it as I did while waiting for your dinner to arrive, sitting alone in a hotel as the waitress is apt to look at you very strangely and enquire about your mental well being.

Kate Nash - We Get On

I have just realised that I did indeed post this track in the previous Kate Nash post but I've finished the post now so apologies for the repetition.

Kate Nash

I make no apologies and no justification for the posting today, I just like Kate Nash. Ever since the first single, Caroline's A Victim, which I purchased due to it being on Moshi Moshi and I had bought and liked all of their singles to that point.

The A side was okay, worth the price of the single but when I played the flip side, I came to the conclusion that this was the best thing that had been released on the label by a mile.

Being an old git the song shouldn't have struck such a chord but the tale of a hapless wide-o inarticulately trying to explain to his girl how much she meant to him made me smile. To me it was akin to eavesdropping on a conversation, you know the one which you hear a snippet of while you are searching your Ipod for something to play then spend the next 5 minutes or so pretending to be listening to music when all the while you are engrossed with the conversation you are secretly concentrating on.
The song also reminded me of Billy Bragg's version of Walk Away Renee for some reason.

Kate Nash - Birds

We Get On also reminds me a bit of a Bragg song, The Saturday Boy, full of unrequited love but if a guy were to act like the female protagonist in the song he would more than likely be locked up. The version posted is from a BBC session.

Both of these tracks are examples of how some of the songs on the album were over produced to death

Kate Nash - We Get On (BBC Session)

Nash has been much maligned and the criticism of over production of the album is justified. But the often cited sniping about her not singing in her proper accent does not hold any credence with me, as one of my heroes, Roddy Frame not only sings in a mid Atlantic accent but talks the same way too, not exactly pure East Kilbride and let's not start with John Martyn.

On the strength of the single I bought tickets for Nash's gig at Oran Mor in 2007, however by the time the gig came along Foundations had been released and went to # 1. I decided to give my ticket to my niece as I reckoned that I would have looked a bit weird in a crowd of mainly teenage girls. A decision that my wife validated as she accompanied S with the other ticket.