Saturday, August 22, 2026
Favourite scene in a Movie Number ONE: Withnail Hamlet’s Soliloquy
Withnail and I... Hamlet Soliloquy
I have of late, but whereforeI know not, lost all my mirthand indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition;that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a sterrillPromontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,look you, this brave ore-hanging firmament,this Majestical Roof,fretted with golden fire: why,it appeares no other thingto me, then a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.What a piece of work is a man,How noble in Reason, how infinite in faculties,how like an angel in apprehensionhow like a God !the beauty of the world,the paragon of animals. and yet to me,what is this quintessence of dust?Man delights not me; no,nor Woman neither;
—The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (Act II, Scene ii, 285-300)
Richard E. Grant and Bruce Robinson on WITHNAIL AND I
Track of the Day : JAMES RIGBY! SEIZE THE DAY - BY JAMES RIGBY [TUNED - DADAAD ]
Wow if you need some cheer and uplift today ( I did!) then listen to this absolute beauty from our James!
SEIZE THE DAY - BY JAMES RIGBY
TUNED - DADAAD
and as a gentle (hopefully) reminder you can go buy his work here
follow the links
-----------------------------------------------------SONGS FROM THE WATCH************* ‘FAERIE TAILS’ **************‘FAERIE TAILS’ NOW AVAILABLE ON BANDCAMP - 20 TRACKSCLICK ON LINK ABOVE FOR ANDY KERSHAW PODAST - INTERVIEW ABOUT 30 MINS IN.CLICK ON BLUE LINKS BELOW FOR ALBUMSFAERIE TAILS---------------------------------------------STEEL STRING SONGS-----------------------LAST CHANCE SALOON------------------------SMITHDOG THE SAILOR-------------------------JAMES RIGBY YOUTUBE
CONSIDER THAT CARPE done DIEMED!
DALLAS GREEN (CITY & COLOUR) Studio Discography 2005 - 2015 | URBANASPIRINES
ARTIST OF THE MONTH!
City And Colour: Studio Discography 2005 - 2015
and again (of course) Kostas turns up trumps and introduces us (well me!) to new face and a new voice . . . .
sheesh is there no limit to the deaths of my lack of knowledge and I pretend to know about music
subscribe to Urbanaspirines and find out otherwise
Kostas says:
Dallas Michael John Albert Green (born September 29, 1980) is a Canadian musician, singer, songwriter and record producer who records under the name City and Colour. He is also known for his contributions as a singer, rhythm guitarist, songwriter, and co-founder of the post-hardcore band Alexisonfire. In 2005,
he debuted his first full-length album, Sometimes, which achieved platinum certification in 2006. City and Colour began performing in small intimate venues between Alexisonfire tours.The name City and Colour comes from his own name: Dallas, a city, and Green, a colour. His reasoning for the name was that he felt uneasy "putting the album out under the name Dallas Green". Representing the solo work of Canadian musician Dallas Green, City and Colour emerged in the late 2000s, offering an outlet for the singer/songwriter's more introspective, acoustic work.
Dallas Green (City and Colour) - "Hello, I'm In Delaware"
Dallas Green (City and Colour) - "Hello, I'm In Delaware”
Taj Mahal - Take a Giant Step | jt1674
. . . guess they had to post the title track sooner or later . . . . it won’t do you no harm, don’t sit in your lonely room, take a giant step
Photographer of the Day : Johnny Callaway (Tenerife 2026)
we have featured his most excellent work before and he takes many a landscape but also has specialised in band photography too
Johnny says:
Exit stage right…
No method, no guru, no teacher… just a series of photos from Tenerife that may (or may not) signify something beyond the image.
“Los Cristianos: Still life with vent…” : [ Image (c) John Callaway 2026]
“Los Cristianos: Another green world?…” : [ Image (c) John Callaway 2026]
” El Teide. First there is a mountain” : [ Image (c) John Callaway 2026]
Rarer than the usual (preferred?) black & white but none the less for that . . . . he is at home in the dark of music venues to pastures further abroad . . . . . he started following what I was up to when he was in Nepal I think, or was it Katmandu ? Johnny?
Donovan in Concert - First There Is a Mountain
Donovan in Concert 1972. Live on BBC.
The Bluebells - Cath (12” version) (remastered) | Sisters [ Remastered and Expanded] | Guess I’m Dumb
The Bluebells - Cath (1983)
Exhilarating, perfect Scottish pop. This is the preferred version as it bursts right into the chorus from the beginning.
You’ve spoilt my day for the rest of the night
The Bluebells - Cath (Version One)
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and in case you can’t quite [place where you’ve heard them before . . . .
The Bluebells "Young at Heart" (1985)
Glasgow pop!
Dangerous Minds: Gram Parsons ‘cremation’
Credit: Dangerous Minds / Reprise Records
The battle for the corpse of Gram Parsons in 1973
The passing of Gram Parsons in 1973 at the age of 26 was a shock to all in the musicworld, but a surprise to no one.
The architect of ‘cosmic American music’ had been on a downward spiral for years. His brush with fame in The Byrds introduced him to the dark side of rock stardom, which directly led to him developing a heroin addiction in 1970 that would dog him for the rest of his days. Parsons became erratic and unreliable, yet he was given chance after chance, both due to his effortlessly charming nature and the fact that the music he was creating was some of the best of the entire decade.
It’s a look into the specific kind of strange naivety the music industry had back in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Within a few years, the music industry would clamp down on the likes of Parsons and fellow mercurially talented fuckup Townes Van Zandt. The kind of artists who were unreliable messes that made music the public didn’t care about, but a few important people saw genuine greatness in.
Parsons, in particular, could have been one of the biggest names in music had he got his act together, but try as he might, he just couldn’t.
Thus, while his passing made headlines in the music world, the vast majority of people, even within the industry, wouldn’t have been able to hum a tune he’d made solo or in The Flying Burrito Brothers, the band built to launch him into the mainstream. Those who could, however, worshipped the ground he walked on. I’m not even exaggerating that much, Parsons’ cult following sometimes came across like exactly that, a cult. Y’know what cultists do when their leader dies?
They get even weirder than normal.
A few months before the passing of Gram Parsons, he and his road manager, Phil Kaufman, went to the funeral of his ex-Byrds bandmate Clarence White. Kaufman maintains that Parsons got freaked out by the pomp and circumstance of the funeral, and later recounted to Classic Rock that the songwriter turned to him and said, “This is bullshit. If I die I want somebody to have a few beers, take me out to the desert and burn my body.” Kaufman said “All right, it’s a deal.”
Then came the fateful night of September 19th, 1973, when he overdosed on alcohol and morphine while on holiday in Joshua Tree, California. Despite the best efforts of his friends, including an ice cube suppository from his girlfriend Margaret Fisher, he passed away in a matter of hours. Despite supposedly confiding in Kaufman what his wishes were, Parsons’ stepfather, Robert Parsons, took over and began organising what happened next.
He began organising a more official funeral to be held in New Orleans, and stationed his step-son’s body in a California funeral home before chartering a plane from Los Angeles International Airport to deliver him a few days after his death. Kaufman and a few of Parsons’ inner circle couldn’t let that happen. So, after Gram Parsons was moved from the funeral home to a cargo terminal in LAX, hours before he was due to fly out, his friends talked their way past the cops while out of their minds on whiskey, loaded him up into a hearse that belonged to one of their girlfriends and made off with him.
Together, they drove two and a half hours back out to Joshua Tree. Once they’d reached the desert, they loaded him back out and took the lid off the coffin, poured five gallons of gasoline on his corpse and, after one last toast in his name, they lit the coffin. Meaning that Gram Parsons wasn’t so much cremated as he was exploded.
Fucking rad.
Kaufman and Michael Martin both somehow made it home despite nearly being arrested for driving while intoxicated. After a few days, though, the hearse they were driving was identified, leaving the scene where what remained of Gram Parsons’ body was found, leading to the arrest of both Martin and Kaufman. However, they got off on the most bizarre technicality possible, despite Robert Parsons presumably wanting them both strung up.
It turns out that in the letter of Californian law in 1973, a corpse had no financial value. Thus, Martin and Kaufman could only be actually charged with stealing the coffin in a court of law. For their troubles, they were given a fine of $300 each and were ordered to pay the restitution costs to the funeral home. The duo threw a wake for Parsons as a way of raising the money for the fines called the “Kaufman Koffin Kaper Koncert”.
This celebrated his life in a way that probably made the man himself much, much happier than his actual funeral, which went ahead in New Orleans with the charred remains of Parsons’ body.
The Byrds - Hickory Wind
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