God fuck the King

Public invited to swear their allegiance as king is crowned

British subjects asked to form a ‘chorus of a million voices’ and make oath of loyalty while watching service
Members of the public watching the coronation on television, online and in parks and pubs will be invited to swear aloud their allegiance to the monarch in a “chorus of millions of voices” to be known as the Homage of the People.
People around the UK and abroad will be invited to say the words “I swear that I will pay true allegiance to your majesty, and to your heirs and successors according to law. So help me God”, in a declaration that replaces the traditional homage of peers.

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ENTIRELY

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT

FUCKED

Good fucking grief. And if you do go to a public place to watch the ceremony, you’d be scared not to take part in this nonsense in case the people you’re watching it with turned on you for not doing so, cos they would. Then again, I suppose if you were going to watch it somewhere public you’re probably already the person who would take part in this homage bullshit anyway… Obviously we colonials are welcome to take part too, but I can’t see that ending well…

Small things intrigue me

Things like this, for example:

The thing I particularly mean here is the “FULL SYNC DIALOGUE (not dubbed)”. Obviously this was considered important enough (at least in February 1970, when IMDB tells me this thing was released) that the ad mentions it IN CAPITAL LETTERS, but did the people who would’ve been going to see this thing back in the day actually care about that? Here’s another picture of similar vintage:

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The dental work of the Crimson King

Found this on Facebook: Robert Fripp with a somewhat disconcerting facial expression. I’m not actually shocked by the body hair, I’ve seen other 80s-era images of him flaunting that, but… smiling is a new one, I don’t recall ever seeing him do that before. Not a full, non-ironic smile anyway. However, a bit more looking through Robert Fripp pictures then turned this up:

And this:

And the latter is identified as the Lizard version of the band, so I’m assuming the previous picture has to be of similar vintage. So there you go, three photos of Bob Fripp smiling when I’d never seen even one before this… and as a bonus you also get Andy McCulloch and Gordon Haskell in the last shot pretending they’re happy to be part of the band.

Ten

According to Facebook memories, we had apparently reached the point in Covid lockdown three years ago where there was some meme going round of what your ten most influential albums were… being me, I decided to post them all in one hit rather than over ten days like other, more sensible people were doing; and, being me, I thought it might be interesting to repost them here. In no particular order.

The 1998 box set expansion of the legendary 1972 compilation Nuggets. I always loved mid- to late-60s music when I was younger, but I think this was when I really started going down some of the more obscure by-ways of that era.

The Beatles Box (which we had on cassette, still do somewhere). As good a Beatles best-of, all eight vinyl records or six tapes of it, as you could still hope for.

Black Sabbath, Paranoid. Probably my first heavy metal album when I was 17? Probably. The weird thing is, even though I considered myself an atheist already by that age, I still found myself unnerved by the whole Satanism thing, something seemed dangerous about it. Took me years to realise how silly it actually was…

Edgar(d) Varèse, going back to first year of university. I did first year music at UNSW and one part of the course was the many listening examples we were expected to be able to identify in the tests… and M. Varèse’s Ionisation was one of those in the last part of the course when we were doing twentieth century music. The UNSW library had it on a somewhat crusty old 1959 LP, so I got that out and… boom. After months of not being terribly excited by what I’d been hearing in class, this… thing just suddenly spoke to (or screamed at) me in a way most of the other stsuff we’d been doing hadn’t done. Varèse kind of blew the 20th century open for me, and I must say, most of what I do now enjoy from earlier centuries I like in spite of, not because of, that class. I was delighted to find this very album on CD a few years later (alas, I’ve never seen the follow-up album on CD).

The Doors, Classics, which I now realise is a truly perplexing collection (I mean, look at that track selection). What sort of Doors best-of would leave out “Light My Fire”? This one. But I was 15 and I’d suddenly become obsessed with that song (thanks Triple M) and wanted to hear more by them, and this was what Brash’s at Eastgardens (yeah, that‘s how long ago it was) had immediately available and I didn’t know any better… and, strange as the track choices are in hindsight, a lot of them are actually still some of my favourites by them.

Brian Eno, Music for Airports. I remember the local library having this on cassette (again, that‘s how long ago this was). It took a surprising amount of effort, but it became one of my favourites eventually.

Glenn Gould’s 1955 Goldberg Variations. Much like how the Varèse album opened me up to “modern” music, this kind of opened me up to much earlier music, a lot of which I’d frankly found quite dull before this. You cannot accuse this of being a “historically informed performance” in any way, but I felt there was more music in this than in most of the “informed” period instrument recordings I’d heard by that time. I’ve come around to HIP recordings as I’ve aged, of course, but I still find this vital.

Sex Pistols, Bollocks, Baby’s first punk album.

Pink Floyd, Relics. I recall one of the postmen at Matraville Post Office when Mum was there (yet again, that‘s how long ago this was) giving me a loan of this on cassette (it had that particular cover, too)… a slightly odd collection of pre-1970 stuff, singles, B-sides, a few album tracks, one unreleased song, and I loved it. You never heard anything on radio at that time which predated Dark Side, so this was my first exposure to any of that early stuff.

Keith Jarrett, The Köln Concert. Another library find I remember taking a random punt on (this time they had it on CD, not tape), I don’t know why but good thing I did. I spent a certain part of my late teens and early twenties trying to get my head around jazz (which is something I’m only really starting to succeed at now) and I’m glad I found this as my first Jarrett album; I soon discovered I only really like him when he’s doing solo piano improv (I make an exception for Hymns/Spheres, which is solo organ improv). If I’d picked up one of his standards albums or other ensemble works or other instrument works (again excepting Hymns/Spheres) and not liked that, I might’ve been put off trying this afterwards. My loss.

Babylon Bullshit

So the Babylon Bee is a right-wing religious political humour site, of which this is an example:

Oh what a comedy classic. John Fetterman is a Democrat senator and, as of last year, a stroke survivor. Whether or not he should be in politics in his not exactly optimal state of health is a question for which I don’t there’s an easy answer, except to note that an appearance he made where he greeted the audience by saying “good night” (I presume that’s at least in part what inspired this “joke”) did him few favours…

Anyway, he’s in politics with a disability (he apparently has no cognitive damage but does have auditory processing disorder; I’m not sure how that doesn’t constitute a cognitive issue) and he’s a liberal politician at that, so obviously that makes him a fair target because disability is FUNNY AS FUCK, isn’t it, when you don’t have one. And, well, I responded to the Babylon Bee by hoping that they did.

And then a moment later this happened:

…OK, then. I fired back a response asking them to explain why my tweet was apparently so much more abusive than the BB’s original post mocking a man’s health issues, and they basically told me to go fuck myself (not in those words as such, but you know what I mean). Anyway, I didn’t feel like pulling a Jordan Peterson cos I find Twatter useful enough even now that I don’t want to abandon it entirely (too many people I follow there don’t want to switch to Mastodon), so I deleted the tweet and have to wait until tomorrow to use the account again… but, while conceding I said something pretty harsh, I stand by it nonetheless. Fuck Babylon Bee.