Monday 30 November 2020

Brief 54: Big Music

This is a playlist of big music - you know what I mean. Big Music. The Waterboys had a song called 'The Big Music'. This is definitely that, but not just that. That's why it's just "Big Music" not "The Big Music".

It crosses over with Kaleidoscopop but is not quite the same. Big Music can be black and white, like Doves.

I am also making a playlist of Small Music. It may be that Big Music and Small Music are my favourite musics, but then again, I'm a sucker for the Alt-Country Middleweights, which are neither ...

https://music.apple.com/gb/playlist/big-music/pl.u-aZM96tvWEd8

  1. The Whole of the Moon - The Waterboys
  2. Runaway - Kanye West
  3. The Cedar Room - Doves
  4. The Universal - Blur
  5. As - Stevie Wonder
  6. Sowing the Seeds of Love - Tears For Fears
  7. Your Love Alone is Not Enough - Manic Street Preachers
  8. Wake Up - Arcade Fire
  9. Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen
  10. I'm Gonna Make You Love Me - Diana Ross & The Temptations
  11. Jump - Van Halen
  12. Many Shades of Black - The Raconteurs
  13. Killing in the Name - Rage Against the Machine
  14. Smile - The Jayhawks
  15. Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac
  16. Out of Space - The Prodigy
  17. We're Here - The Guillemots
  18. Running up that Hill - Kate Bush
  19. St Elmo's Fire - John Parr
  20. Absolute Beginners - David Bowie
  21. Series of Dreams - Bob Dylan
  22. Like a Hurricane - Neil Young
  23. Thinking of a Place - The War on Drugs
  24. I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2
  25. Ocean Rain - Echo and the Bunnymen
  26. Today - Smashing Pumpkins
  27. One-Armed Scissor - At the Drive In
  28. Baba O'Riley - The Who
  29. Diamonds - Rihanna
  30. Shine on You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd
  31. Boys are Back in Town - Thin Lizzy
  32. Sweet Child of Mine - Guns N Roses
  33. Stay Together - Suede
  34. Grace Kelly - Mika
  35. Seventeen - Sharon Van Etten
  36. Your Fake Name is Good Enough for Both of Us - Iron & Wine
  37. Paper Planes - MIA
  38. Come Alive - Janelle Monae
  39. Kashmir - Led Zeppelin
  40. Us - Regina Spektor
  41. No Danger - The Delgados
  42. Proud Mary - Ike and Tina Turner
  43. Party Hard - Andrew WK
  44. Run - Snow Patrol
  45. Sunrise - The Divine Comedy
  46. Purple Rain - Prince
  47. Earth Song - Michael Jackson
  48. There She Goes, My Beautiful World - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
  49. Stay Young - Oasis
  50. Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah
  51. My Girl - The Temptations
  52. Duet - Everything Everything
  53. Crazy in Love - Beyonce ft Jay-Z
  54. 14th Street - Rufus Wainwright
  55. Rock'n'Roll - Mos Def
  56. Empire State of Mind
  57. Rise - PIL
  58. Beth/Rest - Bon Iver
  59. Edge of Glory - Lady Gaga
  60. Friday Night - The Darkness
  61. New York, I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down - LCD Soundsystem
  62. Until I Believe in My Soul - Dexys
  63. Lost in the Plot - The Dears
  64. Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds
  65. Love You Anyway - The Waterboys


Sunday 29 November 2020

Brief(ish) 53: Maradona & the Greats

A few thoughts I've had on Diego Maradona based on my own memories, and having now watched the excellent Asif Kapadia documentary [and then i'll move on to a more general consideration of the idea of "The Greatest Footballer"].


1. Most of us didn't watch Maradona play many games. Just the World Cups. European football was not shown much in the UK back then, and he'd left Napoli by the time Channel 4 was showing Serie A. Grandstand would show some occasional clips of his brilliance in Napoli, I recall. As with so many considerations of sporting greatness, a lot of it's extrapolation.

2. He really truly was a dominant cultural icon for us kids in the late 80s. We'd all pretend to be Maradona, some different aspect of him. The aspect I chose, bizarrely, briefly, was play-acting. In playground football I'd fall as if shot and role round as if seriously hurt. It made people laugh a little. Then once, shamefully, I did it in an actual PE practice match, and carried it through as if I was seriously injured and the teacher said I should go to the sick bay (though I think he knew I was faking). Thanks, Diego.

3. People have focused a bit this week on British sourness to Maradona being purely because of the hand of god goal, and I don't think that's wholly it. I think in 1990, many folk were ready to embrace and love Maradona's brilliance. But that Argentina 1990 team were the nastiest, most awful team to ever make a World Cup Final. 5 goals in 7 games, 3 sendings-off, would be way more in modern football. They were the dark side of Maradona's personality. Yes, it is a testament to his greatness that he dragged them to the final, but there was little to love and admire that time.

4. Nevertheless, his goal in 1994 vs Greece was so momentarily exciting, and his drug ban truly gutting. Of course he was doping, and I, like many others, wish he hadn't been caught that time. Having said that, I remember a documentary talking about his preparation for that tournament saying his main training was running at 16 kph for an hour on a treadmill every day, which struck me as so gloriously sensible and prosaic. Of course, that wasn't the whole story.

5. What I think, looking back at that 1986 game, is that England had Waddle and Barnes on the bench. Barnes, of course, almost came on and thrillingly redeemed the game for England, but, looking back, it seems a crying shame that England, mundane England, could have fielded a team containing Hoddle, Waddle, Barnes, Beardsley, all just a notch below Maradona in natural beauty and brilliance, and instead filled the team with Stevens, Steven, Hodge, Fenwick, Reid ... I mean, horses for courses, and I'm sure it made sense at the time - that same team had just beaten Poland and Paraguay 3-0 after all, but still ...

6. His stint as Argentina manager, culminating in the 2010 World Cup, is seen as an ignominious failure, whereas it should be seen as glorious failure. They won 4 games in a row in fantastic style, looked really together as a team, then faced a superb Germany team in the quarter-finals. Germany scored early, then Argentina battered them in search of an equaliser for an hour, missing numerous chances. Then Germany scored again, and yes, they fell apart, but being 2-0 down with 20 minutes to go in a world cup quarter-final when your whole philosophy has been attack-attack, seems a perfectly acceptable time to fall apart.

So, saying all that, I'd been thinking of the idea of "The Greatest Football Player Ever" for a while, since Maradona's 60th birthday when there was a bit of chat about it.

It's basically impossible to be conclusive about it. Impossible. I've also been making a list of "The Greatest Players in the Champions League" which is much easier to assess with the benefit of memory and statistics. I'll get to posting that in time.

If you're talking about "The Best Footballer Ever" you have to compare across so many different eras, different competitions, different positions, and there is no one, really, who perfectly ticks every box.

Who are the usual candidates? Pele, Maradona, Messi, Ronaldo, Cruyff, Beckenbauer, Zidane, Brazilian Ronaldo, the hipster tips Di Stefano and Puskas. In Britain there's a romantic notion that George Best belong up there, but you can't really make a case for that based on achievement. Charlton and Moore are in the next echelon down, along with the likes of Laudrup, Gullit, Matthaus, Xavi, Maldini.

There are different cases for each of them - most modern football fans feel an urge to say it's Messi, but it remains an unfortunate truth that he's neither won the World Cup nor the Copa America. Whereas Ronaldo did win the Euros ... but he hardly played in the final, so is that really better than Messi's almost taking an average Argentina to triumph in 2014, but for some poor finishing by Higuain.

Pele - people don't know what to make of all his goals for Santos. With Santos he won the Copa Libertadores twice - is that worth two Champions Leagues? And Pele, oddly, fails an eye-test to modern observers. We're told that the 1970 final is the greatest player in the greatest team in the greatest match, and then we watch it, and that's one of the few games of his we watch all the way through, and can't quite believe how sluggish it all is, how error-strewn, particularly Pele himself, who looks deeply ordinary most of the game, just happens to pull out a great goal and a great assist. Was he like that every game, we wonder? Must have been a pain to play with ....

So people do often settle on Maradona, because we remember 1986 and 1990, and we know Napoli had never been close to Serie A before he arrived. Yet, still, it's not that long at the top, there are no European Cups/Champions Leagues (just one UEFA), there was a lot of ugliness with the beauty.

I honestly think the case for Brazilian Ronaldo is almost as strong. His World Cup story is just as engrossing and triumphant, he also suffered through his own fault and external factors in club football. He also was simply, in his prime, on a different level to everyone else. The difference is, I guess, Brazil 2002 really was a very good team, though not everyone said so at the time (not that Argentina 1986 weren't a good team. The extent to which he did it "alone" is overplayed).

There's Zidane, and - you could say - his 70s equivalent, Cruyff, who reinvented football, apparently. Cruyff, I was surprised to see, only played 48 international matches, and didn't play in the 1978 World Cup. There's an interesting piece to be written about team's thriving in the absence of their hero and talisman - Holland in 78, Denmark without Michael Laudrup in 92, Man Utd post-Cantona, Ireland post O'Driscoll etc.

But, look, here's the thing. The good people at 4-4-2, who know 1000s times more about football than bullshitters like me, made a very good list of the 50 Greatest Players ever 

https://www.fourfourtwo.com/gallery/50-greatest-footballers-all-time

and it's really interesting and educational, shows some proper knowledge of the global and historical context of football, and yet, even so, once you get to the Top 20, it's nearly all post-War (Giuseppe Meazza being the only pre-War player) and it's nearly all attackers - just Maldini at 20, Baresi and Beckenbauer being defenders in the Top 20.

You begin to get an idea of why this is so impossible. When I make my lists, I try to make clear what I mean, provide my criteria and context, so at least that aspect of it makes sense, and someone reading can see that I've at least I've followed my own logic.

But, when you talk about the Greatest Footballer? What do you use? Number of goals? Number of assists? Number of World Cups? Number of League Titles? Number of European Titles? Other Titles? Ballons D'or and Teams of the Year? Impact on game as a whole? Ability to carry a team single-handedly? Ability to bring out the best in team-mates? Transcending era? Longevity? Aura? Sheer brilliance? Box office? Best tackler? Best holding player? Most saves? Most flexible?

There is no single satisfactory answer. Everyone is in a different set of categories from each other. No one has the complete package, not quite. People would love Messi to win a World Cup and then maybe the argument would be over. 

There are defenders who don't make that 4-4-2 Top 20 who maybe should - it is understandable that it is easier to see the attackers as the best, and to measure them as the best, I often do that myself, but it is not how winning football matches actually works. So ... Cafu with 3 consecutive world cup finals, a Serie A with Roma, 2 Copa Libertadores, a Champions League, surely the best right-back there's ever been, Lilian Thuram and Marcel Desailly, Lucio, went to the Champions League final with Leverkusen, won it with unfancied Inter, heart of that Brazil team who only conceded 2 goals in winning the 2002 World Cup. Surely Maldini should be higher than e.g. Platini, Zico and Van Basten? Surely that's too much attacker bias when you look at how much each stood out from others in their position and the sum of their achievements.

And after all that, who has the most complete palmarès? The actual answer's a bit of a shock.

Who's won, and been fundamental to, 3 major international tournaments, 4 Champions Leagues, been in the Team of the Year more times in their position than anyone else, broken records for scoring, switched seamlessly between positions, put in man of the match performances in finals ... shit, it's everyone's least favourite footballer, Sergio Ramos, the man for whom the phrase "maybe John Terry wasn't that bad" was invented.

I'm only half-joking. No one wants Sergio Ramos to be the Greatest Footballer that Ever Lived, he only deserves to be the Greatest Shithouser that Ever Lived, but, there's a case, a strong case.

So, when there's a case for that being the outcome ... I guess we should leave the argument alone.

Monday 23 November 2020

Brief 52: Facing It

I've just read Debbie Harry's autobiography, which is called 'Face It'. It's a peculiar book, a bit scattershot, somewhat dispassionate and guarded. It isn't looking to endear or engender sympathy. Still, it has many wondrous stories and leaves you with a pretty good sense of someone who is in with a shot of being the greatest rock star of all time...

Or maybe not ... but, yes, maybe. Not greatest in most senses, but in some senses.

I've always loved Debbie Harry - I first started listening to Blondie when I was about 14 and it's, obviously, one of the greatest runs of singles there's ever been, which gives me just as much joy as it did then. There is so much that is rare about her as frontperson - the fact that women leading mainly male bands were uncommon enough at that time in and of themselves, the fact she was already in her 30s when it began, the fact that, in that context, she was a pin-up, the fact that they started as punk, did disco, radio rock, reggae, hip-hop, doo-wop, the fact that she/they barely compromised any iota of cool or self.

There really was not before her, or indeed since, anyone who quite holds the same position. [Perhaps Stevie Nicks, perhaps Annie Lennox, though they're both a bit different]. Not as "diva", whatever that means, but as rock'n'roll bandleader, at that level of pop fame.

When reading the book, I sometimes forgot, in the offhand way she describes things, how huge a band Blondie were, with their 6 UK Number 1s and 4 US Number 1s, or rather, it's hard to make up your mind if she should be talking it up more or talking it down more. Sometimes she's quite starry and sometimes she's completely diffident and lowkey about the whole thing.

I saw a thing going around last week, in the light of Dolly Parton funding the Moderna Covid vaccine, saying that Dolly was a superhero sent to save the world. Which is, funnily enough, what I've always thought about Debbie Harry. With their names both beginning with D and being 11 letters, with them both being stigmatised as blonde bombshells, with their being born within 6 months, with them both having successful acting careers on the side, they make a good "look the other way" quiz question, let me tell you.

Another thing about the book - it is quite the densest book I have ever encountered, literally. Full of pictures and printed on suitable paper, it is as weighty a tome as you'll come across.

Saturday 21 November 2020

Brief 51: Pet Shop Boys

Speaking of 80s bands.

They used to call the Pet Shop Boys the Pat Sharp Boys on Capital Radio. Or at least I think they did, that might just have been David Jensen's accent.

Recently, the Guardian did a big and very well written list of the Top 100 Number 1 singles of all time, and 'West End Girls' was Number 1, which took me aback a little.

It's one of the first Number 1s I was aware of - I still remember them playing it on Children's BBC in, I suppose, early 1986. I remember I immediately liked it and thought "this isn't like most of the songs" - I couldn't work out any of the words apart from "East End Boys and West End Girls". I thought the line before was something like "wassatadadawa".

And so the Pet Shop Boys carried on, and I always enjoyed their singles well enough. I actually loved Erasure during that period, as far as perfect pop double acts go, but I certainly remember liking Pet Shop Boys.

And yet, they haven't stuck. I've never loved them. To many of my generation, they're hallowed, they're Dylan and the Beach Boys. They've written songs that could be Blur songs, songs that could be Madonna songs, that could be Rufus Wainwright songs, Killers songs or Arctic Monkey songs.

There's nothing not to like about them. And yet, there's a point where I found myself getting a bit irritated, and I never quite got past that. The way Neil Tennant was, like Brian Eno, always cited as a "rare pop intellectual" when it seemed to me that there were countless very clever people in pop music. I remember having their lyrics spoken to me as if I should be awed (I mean, I've done that myself with much worse lyrics). 

I think, above all, as I've said before, I found it harder to love the music I actually grew up with and experienced as a child, whether it's U2, The Smiths, or Prince.

I'm interested, one day, in getting to the bottom of that, but not now.

Friday 13 November 2020

Brief 50: The Style Council

There was a documentary about The Style Council on Sky recently, called 'Long Hot Summers', and there's also been a Weller-curated Best Of with the same name, which I've been listening to.

I've always felt Weller himself is pretty keen on The Style Council - in a way, more so than the Jam. You can tell he enjoyed it more, and he wants the band to get a bit of respect.

I bought The Style Council Greatest Hits on the same day in 1994 as I bought The Jam Greatest Hits, which was probably a few weeks before someone taped Wild Wood for me so, for me, it's always all gone together, and it's hard to separate each act out.

Although I enjoyed them perfectly much to begin with, I remember once, just as I was trying to have it known that I was now a cool guy with varied music taste, I'd put on the Style Council, and an older boy, who had good music taste himself and had, up to that point, enjoyed what I was putting on, switched one of their more 80s-sounding tracks off in disgust, saying something like "no, this time you've gone too far".

How would I perceive The Style Council if (as I suppose may be true for lots of people) there was no connection to The Jam or Weller's long solo career. I think I probably would think them one of the best British bands of the mid-80s (which is not a period I love much). I'd think they had a kinship with Dexys Midnight Runners, a political British soul band with a single-minded, awkward leader and a flexible line up, a tendency to pretension and over-stretching, but a great ability to mix up memorable pop tunes with melancholy and diatribes. And, of course, they shared Mick Talbot.

A way to look at our long-lasting icons is, if you had only one set idea of them "wow, i would not expect that of them" - like, if someone thought of Dylan in terms of nasal young protest guy and croaky old guy, you'd play them him singing 'I Threw It All Away' on The Johnny Cash Show.

So, with Weller, if you have one or both of  'In The City' suited punk and 'Changing Man' dadrock perennial, then the sight of him crooning 'You're the Best Thing' with slicked back hair or, more strikingly, dancing pointily on Top of the Pops in 1989 while performing a cover of the house tune 'Promised Land', and the fact that none of this is that far apart, is pretty striking.

Anyway, there was a real sweetness to the documentary, a word that you don't often associate with Weller. There was even a reunion of sorts - the four core members - Weller, Talbot, drummer Steve White and Dee C Lee (also Weller's first wife) singing album track 'It's a Very Deep Sea' at the end.

Although The Jam remains, of course, my favourite Weller, I'd say his best solo stuff has more in common with The Style Council. They're a band with a solid handful of great pop songs and some very pretty other stuff too. And his dancing ... engaging ....

Thursday 12 November 2020

Brief 49: WWE ... world wrecking entertainment

When I was a kid, they started showing US wrestling on ITV in a slot where, previously, there'd been some sport. I was young. It probably took me about 15 minutes, after thinking it looked a bit odd,to figure out that this wasn't sport.

I never got into wrestling. In fact, I hated it. I still hate it. I really hate it. So we're clear.

Initially, being a kid, I thought "these people are so dumb! Don't they realise it's fake? Why are they watching it and getting so into it?"

I found everything about it so ugly - the costumes, the movements, the hairstyles, the dialogue. I still do.

I've come to accept the great skill, flair and physical resilience of the participants is not to be sniffed at. It is no coincidence that many have gone on to have very successful action-comedy film careers.

And I know that lots of all sorts of people love it, and they'd tell me I'm being uptight and missing the joke, and all the kitsch and fakeness and silliness is exactly the point and the joy of it.

I remember, a bit older than when I first watched it, looking at the huge crowds baying for drama and for blood and thinking "Do they really all get it? I guess they do, I guess there's a level of sophistication here in their mass consciousness and participation that I am not capable of. My inability to enjoy this on any level reflects, in some way, on my own imaginative shortcomings."

Anyway, I was reminded of the wrestling crowds watching Trump fans up in arms (liderally) on CNN this week. Reminded of it because I guess there are a lot of the same people.

All of it is bullshit, everything they're saying, everything they think, everything they're doing. It's so ugly and it's so bullshit. And there's this mass consciousness to it, where it exists in an area where the truth that an individual thinks just doesn't matter. Probably loads of them know somewhere within themselves that it's bullshit, probably some of them don't. None of them really care. 

The crowds at wrestling glorified in being extras in the spectacle. The Trumpists are the same. There's something quite sophisticated going on at some level, within all the lies and idiocy and plain evil.

The difference is, I suppose, there was no "higher cause" to the mindset at the wrestling - it was enjoyment, entertainment, participation. Republicans have the higher causes of hating liberalism, of guns, of god, of pro-life, amongst many others. The end justifies the mental gymnastics.

I guess, what I mean is that, watching them talking and enacting their fury, it doesn't feel real - the man they believe in is so preposterous, the extent of the lies so ludicrous, they seem like actors, part of a grand situationist prank, which I suppose is a bit like how I see wrestling.

Anyway, there it is, wrestling has caused Trump. Hope that's sorted.


Sunday 1 November 2020

Brief 48: The Consolations of Homophony

Here's another playlist, this time dealing in that simple consolatory message which, while it can get on the nerves at times, can catch us in the right mood and offer some respite from the world around.

There's nothing terribly subtle here, & it's arguably far too much of a certain kind of sounds, but still, there are lots of nice songs. I haven't laboured over it too much, so it's probably pretty samey stylistically. Still, this kind of song is actually quite hard to do well.

Broadly, I guess this covers consolation, respite, hope and perseverance ... 

https://music.apple.com/gb/playlist/consolatory-songs/pl.u-JPWNVCjqxpe

  1. Be Not So Fearful - Bill Fay
  2. A Change is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke
  3. Pa'lante - Hurray for the Riff-Raff
  4. Yes - McAlmont and Butler
  5. Alright - Kendrick Lamar
  6. Jesus Etc - Wilco
  7. You've Got a Friend - Carole King
  8. Lean on Me - Bill Withers
  9. This Year - Mountain Goats
  10. In the New Year - The Walkmen
  11. Cry Baby - Janis Joplin
  12. He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot - Grandaddy
  13. Come Healing - Leonard Cohen
  14. This Whole World - Beach Boys
  15. Reach Out - The Four Tops
  16. Tomorrow (from 'Annie')
  17. Snow is Gone - Josh Ritter
  18. How Far I'll Go (from 'Moana')
  19. Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing - Stevie Wonder
  20. Ain't Got No (I Got Life) - Nina Simone
  21. Stand by Me - Ben E King
  22. Tender - Blur
  23. Float On - Modest Mouse
  24. Life's a Miracle - Prefab Sprout
  25. Wonderwall - Oasis
  26. Hey Jude - The Beatles
  27. I Would Fix You - Kenickie
  28. Oxygen - Willie Mason
  29. Stop Your Crying - Spiritualized
  30. Move on Up - Curtis Mayfield
  31. You Get What You Give - New Radicals
  32. The Circle Game - Joni Mitchell
  33. Dry the Rain - The Beta Band
  34. Waterfalls - TLC
  35. Everybody Hurts - REM
  36. Over the Rainbow - Judy Garland
  37. Bridge over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel
  38. All Things Must Pass - George Harrison
  39. This Land is your Land - Woody Guthrie
  40. Hold on Hope - Guided by Voices
  41. Don't Let it Bring You Down - Neil Young
  42. Don't Worry Baby - Beach Boys
  43. Make Your Own Kind of Music - Mama Cass
  44. I Whistle a Happy Tune (from 'The King and I')
  45. Take It With Me - Tom Waits
  46. Rise to Me - The Decemberists
  47. You'll Never Walk Alone (from 'Carousel')
  48. Do You Realize? - The Flaming Lips
  49. Ain't That Enough - Teenage Fanclub
  50. He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - The Hollies
  51. When the Ship Comes In - Bob Dylan
  52. At Last - Etta James
  53. Redemption Song - Bob Marley
  54. It's Not the End of the World? - Super Furry Animals
  55. Godspeed - Jenny Lewis
  56. Why Worry? - Dire Straits
  57. Every Grain of Sand - Bob Dylan
  58. Skeleton Tree - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
  59. Lead Thou Me On (hymn)
  60. From the Morning - Nick Drake