So, another great jackpot at the Safari and, as usual the crowd will be thin. Monday night in Abbeyhill is not exactly Saturday afternoon in Shanghai, if you know what I mean.
The odds are ever in your favour.
MEanwhile, here’s the cheat clip, giving you one of the answers in tonight’s Brass Monkey Leith music round. It’s Feeder…
People sometimes talk about trivia and quizzing in terms of “useless knowledge”. I ususally disagree, usually I think that getting into the world of trivia opens up routes of curiosity that leads towards better understanding of the world and ultimately more wisdom.
However, there are counter-examples. Check this sentence I found on the Wikipedia page devoted to this single by Feeder:
Despite reaching the top 5 and equaling "Buck Rogers" chart placing, it would become the smallest selling top 5 single of the 2000s, with sales of 19,400.
Great stuff. Thank, Wiki.
By the way, £150 tonight at the Safari. That’s tasty.
Roles reversed from last week. Big jackpot at the Newsroom now. LARGE.
Meanwhile, here’s the Orange Juice tune from tonight’s music round at the Argyle:
Orange Juice. Wow. Remember them? Almost all of you WON’T, as you’re under 40. They, along with Altered Images and maybe Aztec Camera were branded ‘The sound of Young Scotland’.
This was the early 80s, a wee Scottish paradise time when there were still jobs in big places that made things and everyone lived like the people in ‘Gregory’s Girl’. It was usually summer and even in Scotland there were warm nights.
At the time, all the middle class boys who were SLIGHTLY older than based their look on Edwyn Collins, singer of the Orange Juice. They continued to base their look on Collins then, and forever since.
These men are now about 50 years old. Some of them might be at the quiz tonight.
The Rnd of The World looms like a ghost wolf. Will you survive? Will The Queen survive? In a lifeboat, last gasp, gunnel-threatening situation: who would you cast off first: The Queen or Prince Harry?
Imagine their royal glubs as the sea enveloped their future, brought death to their faces and finally, as it became clear that their time was all but gone, made them the same status level as other humans.
Meanwhile, away from the burning hatred of royalty-as-a-concept, Pulp provide one of the moments in the Joker music round tonight. Good song.
Pulp are always a favourite but I’ve been listening to the Fall this week.
It was on the way home from Wednesday quizzes last week that I found out old bawjaws had carked it.
Turned out me and my pal David were at the last ever Fall gig at the QM in Glasgow.
Here’s Mark E Smith’s final stage entrance, and it’s a better view than we got…
All the quizzes for the rest of the year are dedicated to the memory of Mark E Smith.
My favourite Fall record isn’t even by the Fall, it’s by Mike Reid:
The song in the Brass Monkey Leith music round is by the Ellie goulding. Here is the:
God, it’s so straight.
Here’s something I found earlier today which is NOT STRAIGHT: some bloke from Turkey messing about with frets. He could just leave them alone and play the guitar, but it’s not his style. Microtonal, that’s the name for this weirdness.
This has got nowt to do with the quiz by the way, I just thought it appropriate to provide at least one ever so slightly different way of looking at the world after the sledgehammer normality of that Ellie Goulding tune. I felt my brain turning to ceramic while listneing to it.
Here’s a cheat-preview of one of the songs in the Tolbooth Music Round tonight:
In truth, this is the kind of music that makes me want to physically attack people, such is the misery, the beige and the lack of anything. Don’t listen to the tune. Don’t click the video unless you really really need to hear the tune to secure those two points in tonight’s quiz. It’s terrible.
It’s like the worst parts of Radiohead, Coldplay and Elbow all squeezed into a single three-minute poo.
Are there people cluttering up your front room who you hate? Play them some Snow Patrol. Although maybe not. Because if they’re cunts anyway then they might stay if you play Snow Patrol because they’re a cunt’s band. And also, if you did play Snow Patrol just to get the cunts to leave your front room, then you’d have to listen to Snow Patrol too.
The music round cheat answer guys at the Argyle are Lindisfarne. The song is from the 70s and so is the hair. I haven’t read the comments on the youtube video yet but I bet at least half of them are old bastards saying “they don’t make songs like this any more, this is proper music” and young bastards saying “I was born in the right decade”
They can all shut up. To the old bastards: why moan? You don’t have to listen to modern music thanks to RECORDED MUSIC TECHNOLOGY. And you’re wrong anyway, there’s plenty of songwriters kicking about – in fact probably more than ever.
To the old bastards: why moan? Thanks to RECORDING TECHNOLOGY you can still live in the 70s if you like. Plus you get to live to see the year five thousand, probably. So fuck up.
Wednesday is your proper day for going out. All your friends like you.
If the week was a fruit salad, Wednesday would be a gob full of banana and grapes. Live life the way it was intended by the creator, Muhammed Ali.
The music round cheat answer for the Joker tonight is Scatman John. This guy had a heavy stutter but it didn’t let it stop him become a POP STAR. He was from LA but he made it in Berlin. He was probably EXACTLY the sort of guy who like to go out on Wednesdays. He probably had no choice, he was probably booked somewhere.
He was a jazz piano player at first and then a rapper. He died at the age of 57 year old. It aint that much. All hail the Scatman.
The way he says “Scatland” is exactly the same as if he was saying “Scotland”. It’s another potential post-indy national anthem for the list.
The song in the Brass Monkey Leith music round is an eighties cracker. Synths had already been invented for a while when people like Harold Faltermeyer and Jan Hammer had hits, but they made it feel like they had just been invented.
Every morning in nineteen eighty-five included this tune and others like it. You had to have block-rocking shoulders for the walk to school and boombox stride, cos the synth was loud inside your head.
It was the year of strut. We had survived the predicted Orwellian nightmare of nineteen eighty-four and the Chernobyl and Challenger disasters lay ahead. 1985 was cool and it was a time to think about entertainment and chips.
I think we went to Scarborough that year. That was where my dad found the holy grail of custard slice and it has been a truth in our family ever since that the greatest custard slices in the world are to be found on the Yorkshire coast.
See the slices in this picture? They were about one thousandth as good as the ones in 1985 in Scarborough. Plus the Radio One Roadshow was there while we were there with Peter Fucking Powell who, as far as I know, never got Yewtreed.
1985, son. You weren’t there because you’re TOO YOUNG. Youth has its advantages but the drawback is you can’t even REMEMBER how good it was to hear Opus on the radio singing “Live Is Life”.
I’m clutching at memory straws here, but so far they’re holding firm. Still sane.