‘Tis the season for lists, and in this spirit I’ve invited several of our parishioners to contribute a top 10 chart for 2009. Musical, cultural or otherwise. First in are the following:
Top Ten Good And Bad Celebrity Records I found this year.
Brian Maxine – Brian Maxine
Jack Palance – Jack Palance
Brian Clough – You Can’t Win ’em all
Kenny Everett – The Electro People
Ahab The Arab – Jimmy Saville
The Bard’s Recipe – Vincent Price
Shut That Door LP – Larry Grayson
Joan Collins – Chalk And Cheese
Dave Prowse & The Green Cross Code Kids sing Old MacDonald and other hits
Bene Gesserit: Fashion is a Dirty Word
Die Gesunden: Die Gesunden
Die Kapizatat: Leichte Stimmen
Rod Stewart: Gasoline Alley
Micachu & the Shapes: Jewelry
Swell Maps: Jane from Occupied Europe
Position Normal: Position Normal
Mattias Aguayo: Ay Ay Ay
Death of J G Ballard
Death of Hans Holzer
Death of Lux Interior
Death of Sir Ludovic Kennedy
Death of Claude Levi-Strauss
Newspaper headline: Wrestling Midgets Are Killed by Fake Hookers
Newspaper headline: Beauty Queen Dies After Buttock Lift
Death of Michael Jackson
More to follow as they come in.
This December on Resonance FM Jonny Mugwump will be curating a series of Ghost Stories for Christmas in the tradition of the old TV favourites like Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad and The Stone Tapes. I was asked for a Belbury Poly contribution and the author Lawrence Norfolk kindly agreed to adapt and read. Lawrence and I spent an interesting four weeks reading as many supernatural stories as possible. We quickly ruled out MR James as too obvious a choice and we also felt my old favourites like Blackwood and Machen from weirder end of the supernatural spectrum were not quite “Christmassy” enough. So ploughing through some more anthologies of obscure early twentieth century exponents of the genre we hit upon Sir Andrew Caldecott.
Andrew Caldecott was a colonial civil servant during the 1930’s serving as governor of Hong Kong and then Ceylon. Later in life during the 1940’s he began writing ghost stories, two anthologies of which were published, Not Exactly Ghosts and Fires Burn Bright. Caldecott’s post war fictional world is tweedy, polite and teetering on the brink of insanity. Although some of the tales follow the pattern and atmosphere of MR James, Caldecott generally stops short of the big reveal, and the supernatural agency in the stories is inferred by events. Horrifying questions linger in the mind, in a way that prefigures the more sophisticated stories of Robert Aickman.
One story in particular, His Name was Legion, stood out as having a great affinity for the Ghost Box world dealing as it does with a fake parish magazine, and spirit channelling through TV and radio equipment.
The story is in production now and will feature new music and sound by Belbury Poly. It will be broadcast at some point during the week before Christmas, I’ll post the exact time and dates and news of other contributors as soon as we have them.
These 22 tracks form a kind of psyched out narrative of a parallel world England where the south is obliterated by flooding and a new and surreal monarchy is established in the North. Fuzzy voices with clipped accents rescued from lost VHS tapes of British TV drama pepper these mannered and spooky tunes, giving us just enough hints as to what might be happening. This is helped along by a bonkers little CD booklet full of beautifully imagined advertisements, and magazine clippings. Like all Blank Workshop output this is designed and illustrated by Hodgson himself.
In Striped Paint bright synth clarions and big echoey basses alternate with hazy recycled keyboard washes and TV sound FX. Its all buoyed along by jaunty and unashamedly strident trip-hop style beats, which drop (in and out) at all the right dramatic moments and propel events forward at an easy, ominous pace. Hodgson achieves a sound world that’s comical and creepy in equal measure making Moon Wiring Club perhaps more worthy of the “H” word than anyone else these days. Needless to say this is hugely popular with all the youngsters at the Belbury Youth Club.
Striped Paint for the Last Post is available from the Blank Workshop giftshop.
And The Cuckoo Comes to Belbury a lumpen proggy cod-medieval reimagining of the Advisory Circle original by Belbury Poly.
For a limited time only you’ll find some preview clips here.
Not there ? Then you’re too late sorry, but check on the Ghost Box site soon.
It seems that this has been a massive viral hit so I may be a little behind the times, but I’ve been obssessed by this You Tube film since I saw it a few months ago on Robert Popper‘s website. Apparently the singer, Ivan Mládek is something of a national treasure to Czechoslovakians and the song instantly familiar to millions of mittel European folk of a certain age. I even came across a Facebook group dedicated to spreading Jozin z bazin to the entire world. Ivo Pesák‘s dancing is an absolute joy, I certainly hope you’re all doing it at home.
A translation that I can in no way vouch for runs like this:
I’m driving Skoda 100 to camp here on Orava.
That’s why I’m hurrying, taking a risk – going through Moravia.
The monster lives there comes out of the bog.
Who eats mainly Prague citizens, his name is Jožin.
Jožin from the bog creeps through swamp,
Jožin from the bog closes in on the village.
Jožin from the bog edges it’s teeth,
Jožin from the bog bites, strangles.
To defend against Jožin from the bog, who could imagine-
Only works an crop-dusting airplane.
I crossed through the village of Vizovice
The village mayor greeted me, and said to me over some slivovitz
The one who brings Jožin in dead or alive
I’m going to give him my daughter as a wife as well as half of a collective farm
I said: give me an airplane and powder, mayor,
I’ll bring you Jožin, I see no trouble about that
The mayor helped me, in the morning I went up in the sky
The powder from the aircraft prettily fell on Jožin.
Jožin from the bog is already all white
Jožin from the bog is escaping from swamp
Jožin from the bog hit the stone
Jožin from the bog it is the end of him
I caught him, I’m keeping him
Money is money, I’ll sell him to Zoo