Sun, 24 June 2012
Despite this being called the Applecast (imaginative, don't you think?) and being recorded in New York, it has preciously little to do with anything American. We just happen to be here at the moment. As soon as I record and publish this I will be heading out to watch England's inevitable hard-luck story as we go out of the Euros to Italy in the quarter finals, as seems to be traditional with England. And then I get on a ferry to the Governor's Ball, which is a music festival on Randall's Island, which looks like it will be rather fun. Mrs. Toad might actually be able to get a three-month secondment out here, which might be fun. We'd have to find some way of making sure the cats were fed in our absence, and that the house was looked after in general, but given I can basically work from a laptop pretty much anywhere, it seems like it would be a really rather fun thing to do, don't you reckon? The Song, by Toad Records New York office! 01. Milk Maid - Stir So Slow (Toad Session) (00.16) |
Tue, 19 June 2012
So, I know what you're all thinking (well, those of you that give a shit anyway). Yes, that's right, last week, for the first time in about three years, I missed a weekly edition of this podcast. I can whinge about excuses all I like, but you don't really care do you? Suffice to say that I genuinely was too busy. Or, I suppose, too hungover. Because there was a window - one, tiny, podcast-recording-shaped window of time - where I could actually have got the damn thing done, in the middle of the afternoon in Iceland, before the England game I suppose I might have been able to squeeze it in but you know what? Yes, I bottled it. I bottled it because I was hungover. I know. I feel the shame. So there you go, whinging out of the way, let's get on with this week's music choices. 01. Adam Stafford - Vanishing Tanks (00.07) |
Sat, 2 June 2012
It's Jubi-fucking-lee weekend, so whilst we are all engaging in various levels of plotting against the Royal Family and being resentfully grateful for a couple of days off. Although given we've had this fucking pantomime and that grotesque carnival of obsequiousness and vulgarity of a Royal Wedding, surely we wouldn't have to be pillaging old people's pensions if we'd just made the fuckers pay for it all themselves, and kept the people's money in the people's coffers. Mind you, given that their hands are permanently in the fucking public purse anyway, the idea of 'their money' and 'our money' is a little blurred. Burn the fucking lot of them I say. Burn them alive and do it in public. Why? Because having done away with inherited rule, we now have another stratum of unelected persons running countries, in the form of the pornographically super-rich. Burning the Royal Family alive might just serve as a warning to the bankers that we like the people who run the country to actually be fucking accountable, thank you very much. 01. Chumbawamba - Farewell to the Crown (00.) |
