I love Echo & The Bunnymen’s self-titled 1987 album almost as much as I love their 1984 masterpiece Ocean Rain, but the self-titled is the one I have on vinyl, so here we are. Let’s talk about it.
I will not even remotely pretend to be an expert on reggae nor Bob Marley, but I’m still very happy to have Babylon By Bus in my record collection. This double live album is a perfect afternoon groove.
[Original publication date: May 8, 2014] Oh, I see you over there, Moscow Mules, with your vodka and fancy copper drinking vessels. Your existence is all well and good, but you do not contain the most magical of liquors: Gin. [ed. note: HELL YEAH!]
Goodness, it’s been quite the week for social justice, to understate it. Just when we thought the protesters vs. police in Ferguson, Missouri, had finally calmed somewhat, law enforcement overreacted again. This and more, after the jump:
Eight months have elapsed since Matt Smith’s Doctor regenerated into Peter Capaldi, and for mildly enthusiastic fans like myself, the wait has felt very, very long. However, Doctor Who‘s effective publicity machine rolled on, and between the BBC and people following the outdoor shooting schedule, the rest of us could at least have a few treats along the way. Mild spoilers await, Sweetie, but let’s … Read More
Oh, friends, my heart is heavy with everything happening this week. I cannot cover it all, but I can at least give you a few interesting stories, and we’ll end on an up-note, I promise.
I woke up with the Paul Weller song “From The Floorboards Up” stuck in my head, and it felt like as good a sign as any to talk about his old band in this week’s column.
This week, we’ve got some writing-related news, including J.K. Rowling being lovely, and various other ladyblogging business. Shall we jump in?