In a book-ish frame of mind today pop-kids. Currently thumbing through a splendid volume of music-based photography entitled Pop Cultured by Liverpool camera-meister Mark McNulty. Some essential, often epic, some might say iconic (see above) images and anecdotes contained within these covers I can report.
The best deal on it, I found, was to be had at Amazon. Ordered it yesterday afternoon and it arrived this morning. Yes indeed, we're all living in the Space Age now. So, my robot-friends, put down whatever you're doing, and whether by hover-board or jet-pack, go out and buy this book. Or like me, stay in and buy it.
Whichever, you'll want to thank me later.

It's probably fair to say that I could do with an injection of glamour into my daily existence at the moment. That, and a reminder that the sun is still up there somewhere. I don't mean Caligula-style decadence or anything. A hot country, a sun-lounger, a tall drink and some decent reading matter would do the trick. For now, the nearest I get to a glam-fix is watching Madmen every Wednesday night.
That said, February, apart from being the coldest month, is also the one when thoughts turn to sunnier prospects, and an end to hibernation-mode seems that bit closer. I even bought a pair of anticipatory flip-flops today from Primark. £1.50 well-spent. There's no harm in being prepared I always say.
On another topic, I've had numerous queries concerning the non-appearance of a new Live at Chéz Sonique set. Apologies music-lovers, but the hold-up is due to a few tech-problems I've been having. One was with my domain-hosting company; their server got hacked and they had to change all the log-in passwords. The email that notified me of this got spam-filtered by AOL (see previous post) so I was offline for a while there when I needn't have been.
Also, most of the tracks I use in the Chéz Sonique broadcasts are digital-transfers from my vinyl collection. The software I use for this went into mutiny mode and caused further hold-ups. Yessir, the machines sure are revolting.
Anyhoo, with a bit of luck I'm now on top of these gremlins so another musical despatch from Chéz Sonique will be with you very soon.
Peace, out.

Happy New Year one and all. Yes, 2009 is finally behind us, and a new decade beckons. I've never known a year that so many people claimed to be their worst. Say what you like but there's definitely something astrological going on there pop-kids. As is my custom I stayed at home on the last night of 2009. Apart from my aversion to Auld Lang Syne-orientated revelry it didn't seem like a good idea to give whoever's in charge Up There one last chance to rain down misfortune on my year. Thus fine wine, pizza and a Robert De Niro flick sealed the deal for me last night. That said, I still do the flinging-the-front-door-open-at-midnight thing, and watching the fireworks etc, so I'm not a complete New Year party pooper. Right boys & girls, helmets on and here we go into the Great Unknown...