I’ve always loved a magazine. The above film reminds me of when I was 10 years old standing on the front door step, waiting in anticipation for the postman to deliver the monthly Young Ornithologist Club magazine and if my memory serves me correctly, it was called Bird Life, which I’d subscribed to. I love the fact that I can pick a mag up, say in my dentists waiting room and casually flick through it, stopping at an article, or photo/image that catches my eye, to settling down on the sofa reading the whole damn thing from front to back and back again.
The DJ in me said I should include this band, a favourite of mine from the late 70’s early 8os, in this post. A very poignant track too, considering the weather the UK is experiencing at the moment. I also like this tracks Northern Soul sensibility.
About The Weather by Magazine (Virgin Records 1981)
Earlier this year you made a print bearing the slogan “Stop! Mumford And Sons”. What’s your opinion of the band?
They are shit. They represent everything that is wrong with this country today. They are a bunch of public schoolboys pretending to be hillbillies aren’t they? I think that’s quite funny, Etonians taking on bluegrass or Woody Guthrie or whatever they imagine they are doing – the sons of investment bankers taking a genre that was explicitly about poverty and making it into a multi-million pound phenomena. This whole country is slowly being Mumfordised. Even places like Margate now have a Mumford Quarter that sells lattes, vintage posters and rustic lunches. Everything presented as ‘real’ and ‘authentic’- real ale, hand cut chips – gastro pubs stuffed with broken furniture on stripped wooden floors – everything ‘hand reared’ and localised – you can no longer buy mussels, cod, pork or crab in these pubs – only Shetland Isle Mussels, Peterhead Cod, Suffolk Pork and Dorset Crab. There is an overwhelming folksy, middle class, twee faux-local attitude that means many urban areas are rebranding themselves as ‘villages’: people in cities lusting after allotments, going to farmer’s markets in their wellies – the Mumfords are the house band for this desire to create the rural idyll in cities. Bring back The Wurzels, I say. The Wurzels were much better than Mumford & Sons.
Whilst surfing the WWW the other night, I found out about an Art exhibition taking place on my doorstep, via Created in Birmingham. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to submerse myself in a bit of local art, so I dragged my friend Liam and his son Oscar along with me. There are some great pieces of art and photograph on show, and the exhibition is being held in an interesting space, not your usual clinical gallery space. Its free and it’s all for a good cause
It’s only on ’til the 7th August, so if ya in Brum, try to pay a visit.
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