Someone you know.
Will be worrying right now.
Yet they won’t tell you they’re worried.
Because they won’t want to worry you.
Nice.
If you think you know someone like this.
And you want them to know you’re thinking of them.
Send them this.
And ask them to listen to listen to the words: https://www.50odd.co.uk/nice-3/.
Here’s the world’s greatest ever band.
Smoking tabs.
And singing one of the world’s greatest songs.
With no backing track.
(I also think that John Lennon’s mobile phone goes off 48 seconds in.
In 1965.
8 years before Motorola’s first mass produced mobile phone hit the market in April 1973.
Weird).
Here we go: https://www.50odd.co.uk/help-2/.
‘For No One’.
Is a Beatles song you may not have heard before.
But I’d wager that whoever you heard singing it.
You’d know it was by the Beatles.
Paul McCartney.
Credited to Lennon and McCartney.
‘For No One’ was actually written by living legend, Paul McCartney.
And here Paul is.
Singing it for others.
For one of the very first times.
Strumming his guitar.
And mouthing the french horn part.
Lovely.
Go here: https://www.50odd.co.uk/living-legend/.
Lorde.
On Later with Jools Holland.
In 2013.
Performing ‘Royals’.
Is uniquely.
And single-mindedly.
Brilliant.
Play loud: https://www.50odd.co.uk/lorde/.
If you are worried about the world.
Worried about how we treat each other.
And worried about how we treat it.
This is a good song to listen to.
As you pause.
And ponder what we all could do to make things better.
Antony and the Johnsons.
I find most music by Antony and the Johnsons very thought provoking.
Because each time she sings.
It’s like she is telling me how she feels.
I feel like this about a song called ‘Another World’.
Live.
Here’s a live version
From 2009.
https://www.50odd.co.uk/another-world/
I thought this chappy was good at The BRITs.
Not necessarily for anything political.
Or sensational.
Music can be (and has been) used for this kind of messaging for decades.
I simply thought this was a smart piece of work.
Nicely conceived.
Well executed.
So.
Mr. Dave.
Thank you.
Here we go: https://www.50odd.co.uk/dave/
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five released ‘The Message’ in 1982.
Loads of Lyrics.
Super-sexist imagery.
Sweary words.
A great melody.
And a couple of chap nearly actually singing.
‘Shouldn’t work really.
But it does.
Lyrics.
If you want to sing along.
Here we go.
LOTS of lyrics:
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underBroken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my carDon’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying
Not to lose my headIt’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underStanding on the front stoop, hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
A crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
Was circon princess, seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Social Security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her ownDon’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying
Not to lose my headIt’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underMy brothers doin’ bad, stole my mothers t.v.
Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy
“All my children” in the daytime, “Dallas” at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife, when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station
Neon king kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A midrange migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!Don’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying
Not to lose my headIt’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underMy son said, daddy, I don’t wanna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think, I’m a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy after the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a seesawDon’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying
Not to lose my headIt’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going underA child is born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you, but he’s frowning too
Cause only God knows, what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The place, that you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I’m cool, I’m no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you’re unemployed, all null ‘n void
Walking ’round like you’re pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you’re a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused and served like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
So, don’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying
Not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Here we go.
Marvellous: https://www.50odd.co.uk/flash/
In the early days of an embryonic Always Wear Red.
So around February 2015.
I watched this film a lot.
It is a docufilm called ‘Gimme Shelter’.
About The Rolling Stones.
And for some reason.
The Rolling Stones wear red scarves ever such a lot.
So I took a look.
Gimme Shelter.
‘Gimme Shelter’ was released in 1970.
The music is great.
And an enigmatic and brilliant Mick Jagger.
A man with a birthday on the same day as mine.
Takes centre stage.
(Yes.
I know.
Mick and I have many similarities).
Disastrous.
This film is amazing.
Its focus is the disastrous Altamont Free Concert that took place on December 6th 1969.
They planned for an audience of 20,000 – 30,000.
And a third of a million people turned up.
The lead singer of Jefferson Airplane was punched unconscious mid-performance.
Hells Angels paced the stage as Mick Jagger sang.
The Grateful Dead refuse to take the stage at all.
And.
(And this was caught in the footage).
A man in the audience was shot dead.
Insight.
It is a film directed by Albert and David Maysles and Charlotte Zwerin.
And it an insight into another time.
In this amazing world of ours.
A brilliant 90 minutes.
https://www.50odd.co.uk/gimme-shelter/.