The George Lite Zone

It’s Friday night so it must be time for a double bill of gratuitous music videos. Yet another way to get stiff.

Now that’s what I’d call Grindhouse!!!

First Lemmy shakes his blood with the Suicide Girls while Dave Grohl does what he does best and plays the drums.

I still rate him as one of the finest drummers in the world. Shame he didn’t guest with Zeppelin at the recent O2 gig.

From the album Probot

Then Nick Cave and the Raga Girls bring it on.

I actually had the idea for that video, in the sense that the video maker Johnny Hillcoat said, “What do you want to make a video about?” and I asked him, “What do videos looks like on MTV these days?” and he said, “They look like a lot of black girls wiggling their arses at the camera,” so this is basically what we ended up doing, really.

Nick Cave in an interview for BBC Stoke January 2003

A much better quality version of this video can be seen on Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Abattoir Blues Tour [2006]

I saw Nick live in Edinburgh last year and he was superb. This DVD captures him at his best live. All that and the Bring It On video. Quality !!!

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
As lang’s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o’need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin’, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither’d rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ hands will sned,
Like taps o’ trissle.

Ye Pow’rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer
Gie her a haggis!

See Greasy Truckers Party Food for recipes.

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If you want to get stiff this weekend check out The Independent. They’re giving away 2 free 10 track CDs that celebrate 30 years of Stiff Records.

Volume 1 on Saturday 26 January

1. Madness - Baggy Trousers (Live)
2. Ian Dury and The Blockheads - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick (Live)
3. Kirsty MacColl - A New England
4. The Belle Stars - Sign Of The Times
5. Department S - Is Vic There?
6. Chris Difford - Come On Down
7. Jona Lewie - You’ll Always Find Me In The Kitchen At Parties
8. Tracey Ullman - Breakaway
9. Dave Stewart and Barbara Gaskin - It’s My Party
10. Desmond Dekker - The Israelites

Volume 2 on Sunday 27 January

1. The Damned - New Rose (Live)
2. Lene Lovich - Home
3. Theatre Of Hate - Do You Believe In The Westworld?
4. Kirsty MacColl - They Don’t Know
5. Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World
6. Tenpole Tudor - Swords Of A Thousand Men
7. Rachel Sweet - B.A.B.Y.
8. The Members - Solitary Confinement
9. Nick Lowe - Heart Of The City
10. King Kurt - Destination Zulu Land

Shame there’s no Motörhead, but hey, never look a gift CD in the mouth.

Thanks to MotörheadBlögger for giving the heads up on “The Big Stiff Box Set“. If I hadn’t read his post I wouldn’t have noticed The Independents freebie when it was advertised on the telly.

A gang of Romanian child slaves were freed today in Slough. Smuggled, into Britain, working in slavery as pickpockets and slaves the little urchins were freed in a daring dawn raid. Poor sods; fancy having to live in Slough !!!

At least Gareth McCleary managed to escape.

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F. Paul Wilson’s The Tomb introduces the character Repairman Jack and is an absolute cracker of a novel. Jack repairs things, not your toaster or your car, but any injustice that is beyond the reach of the law. Featuring a lost amulet, an ancient curse and a horde of Bengali demons, in The Tomb Jack must put more than his life on the line to save the ones he loves.

If you like Steven King, you’ll love this (Steven King is president of the Repairman Jack fan club). Soon to be a major film The Tomb is a roller coaster of entertainment. Hop on board, I guarantee you’ll enjoy the ride.

I just watched 5 hours of season one of the HBO show The Wire back to back. A damn fine series. The Wire has got to be in the running for greatest TV show ever.

The show has the texture and pacing of a novel and is set in the city of Baltimore. Reaching levels of realism never seen before in a cop show (a lot of the actors actually came from the streets) it knocks programs like The Sopranos into a cocked hat.

Each season focuses on a different aspect of urban life. Season 1 focuses on the battle between the police and the pushers, Season 2 the plight blue-collar workers, Season 3 the political scene, Season 4 the school system and in the fifth and final season the press.

With brilliant acting, storyline and characterisation, it is as much a social commentary as a cop show. All in all the show can only be described as a masterpiece. Go watch it.

Coming soon to Greasy Truckers Party Food.

Levitation, levitation, levitation….

© Calvin Ternent 2007