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I did a couple of non-purchase visits this morning in Ashford at the Designer Outlet shops. I was going over to Westwood Cross to do a phone store visit and then a charity shop in Westgate but after all the overreaction on the covid shit, I decided to fuck it, and come home. I did pick up three Cd's cheap whilst in Ashford so I decided to listen to them now. I have moved the phone store visit to the 19tn and I have up to 22nd to do the chazzer.

I feel very frustrated.

The finds are -

George Shearing - Jazz Master 57 (Verve)
Ry Cooder - Jazz ( Warner Bros)
Tricky - Blowback (Anti)



Damn it, that Ry Cooder Cd is also copy-protected, Fuck it - selling it as it is no use to me simply because I can't[load a copy to the laptop's hard drive.

well, hope full tomorrow will be a better day. Three pub visits all in Medway.

Oh and I decided not to mention my visits anymore after today until at last the summer or when all the panicking covid shit is over.

ABC of TV

Swiped from a few people...including Jon thespian15.

TV Shows via the alphabet...





A - Angel
B - Buffy The Vampire Slayer
C - Cold Case
D - Doctor Who
E - Endeavour
F - Firefly
G - Great British Railway Journeys
H - Have I Got News For You
I - Ironside
J - Jeeves
K - Killing Eve
L - Little Britain
M - Mastermind
N - Never Mind The Buzzcocks
O - Only Connect
P - The Prisoner
Q - Question Time
R - Rising Damp
S - Supergirl
T - Torchwood
U - UFO (Gerry Anderson)
V -  The Vicar of Dibley
W - Wallander
X - The X Files
Y - Yes Minister
Z - Zoo Quest

Book 21 - Barney Hoskyns "From A Whisper To A Scream "

Barney Hoskyns "From A Whisper To A Scream: Great Voices of Popular Music" (Fontana)






This fairly slim unassuming-looking volume is an important book, even if it's rather disappointingly short and sometimes sketchy. There have been plenty of attempts to chronicle great pop singers, either in biographical broth or in the patchwork histories of rock and soul which every pop scholar takes a shot at sooner or later. Yet here we are pressed into higher considerations: the very grain of human voices, their textures and pulses, as they have been set to work at the rhymes and melodies of pop over the past half-century. It starts with Sinatra and Holiday, ends with Vandross and Baker, and in between is a wondrous congregation of voices, more than any but the most dedicated fan might have imagined You must know the singing of Sam Cooke: but what about 0.V. Wright, Tommy Hunt, Linda Jones?

Hoskyns doesn't set out to rescue these names from obscurity; nor does he try and make sense of them. His book is rather like a vocal line itself, straining after release, twisting itself into shapes that will try and evoke the sound of these voices and what they do to him. His introduction somewhat ominously picks up a lead from Roland Barthes and his complaint about "the way we say only 'what can be said' about music". To which one might answer, what the hell else can you do? Except: "In great singers, there is something instinctive, something almost innocent, as if their voices were really only cyphers for something altogether more powerful than the representation of what a song 'says' ". Any jazz follower will know what Hoskyns means. It is much the same as an instrumentalist shaping some standard with their differing 'voice'. Yet for singers to do that, to break out of their own signifying skins, is something else, and to annotate such efforts by the vocal giants is a formidable task.

To do it absolutely comprehensively is probably impossible, which is why From A Whisper To A Scream is more like an eloquent notebook on the pop voice's progress than a clear narrative he author codifies his voices into categories of delivery rather than any geosocial structure: 'Earth Mamas', 'Holy Fools' and 'Freaks And Angels' are some of the chapter headings. After Frank and Billie, he explores gospel traditions, the soul of every stripe, and just a few white voices. There are many evaluations which are startling. I wish I could make every misled 'soul fan' read Hopkins's elegant critique of Otis Redding, and it takes a courageous writer to call Marvin Gaye's "1 Heard It Through The Grapevine" "surely the most overrated of soul records". Longer portraits of Etta James, Bobby Bland and George Jones especially will make you annoyed that you haven't dug deeper into their music before; there are surprising hosannas for Michael McDonald and im Buckley, and there is a piece on Luther Vandross which catches the drift of this elusive contemporary master better than anything I've read.

Hoskyns casts his net wide enough to catch Horace Andy and Burning Spear, too, but on some of the areas less defined by rocking soul, he's weaker. He mentions Dick Haynes and Mel Torme, for instance, but you don't get the feeling he's really listened to them; or to Chris Connors, Chet Baker, Sue Raney and other voices in the swirl between jazz and pop. In that sense, the book is a pendant to Will Friedwald's superb Jazz Singing which, however, it may share Hopkins's efforts to get into the grain, is fundamentally shy of post-50s pop. Hoskyns seems to get through the thesaurus twice (and Barthes wouldn't have approved). But he can be amazingly sharp and vivid. On Holiday: "a Little Mother Time prematurely old with suffering" On Smokey: "an angel fairy, serenading or lamenting with a courtly, ethereal tenderness". It is this colloquial juice chat makes the book compelling.