Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Answers To Questions No-one Was Asking Dept. - Edit

Many seniors while away their declining years with jigsaws or puzzle books. Some stumble around the garden with secateurs, or take up scrapbooking. Still others dismember their victims in the basement, or expose themselves at kindergartens. It takes all types. Me, I like to cosplay a hotshot Art Director, working on dream accounts without any interference from clients, who are fucking nuisances.

Back in the day, I worked on the My Little Pony™ account, among other Big Brand Bullshittery. I sucked it up. The pay was good, but not enough to quell a wave of self-loathing. I assumed - mistakenly, as it turned out - that Brand Managers, in their black, shrivelled hearts, shared my cynical belief that the best that could be said of our efforts was that it would all be soon forgotten, and did little actual harm. And the pay was shamefully copious, for the amount of "work" we actually did in the studio, funding Hugo Boss suits and a Peugeot GTI 1.9. But I made nothing I was proud of, nothing I'd ever want to put in a frame.

Which is why I like to make pretend album covers. I miss the studio humor (I remember all of that, including the My Little Pony™ Glue Factory presentation), and I miss having somebody else do the actual work, but no Brand Manger is a blessed relief. And no client meetings. No 1.9 frothing over in traffic on the way to client meetings. No pay, either. But it's worth it.

Here's some Covers What Never Was what I done for SLN's superb Beach Boys' Albums What Never Was. You want the albums, head over there and wrestle with his weapons-grade download protocols - you'll never be irritated by a Stealth Link© again!

Sleeve Notes
Add Some Music uses a b&w outtake from the Sunflower shoot, laboriously hand-tinted with a vintage feel. We have to wait until the horse turns around to get Mike Love in the picture (LOL). SLN's meisterwerk Hubba Hubba uses a great image I used already for my Grammy award-winning Dennis comp, so I found this alternative. In my own fevered mind, this is how I should look. SLN loathes Adult Child. Harsh. My Land Locked uses the same basic layout of the "original" cover slick, coupled brilliantly with an image echoing the lyric insert of Surf's Up. See what I did there? Reverberation puts a twist into a familiar shot. No Photoshop involved anywhere.

EDIT: I'm going to add further Beach Boys Recovery projects to this piece, rather than give them another post and waste shrinking internet real estate. So if you're interested, check back from time to time. Here's today's project, Today! (LOL)The album was recorded early '65, when Pop and Op Art was bursting retinas everywhere but Capitol's Art Department, apparently. This design, using (treated) authentic '65 fabric design and authentic fab font, might have presented them as really contemporary, as the Rubber Soul cover did for The Beetles. Note vibrant colors. Note mugshot symmetry - Al, Carl, lean in. Bri, Mike tilt out. Dennis front n' center. Note subliminal hint of psychedelics, dynamic yet balanced proportions inspired by Golden Mean. Note song titles relegated to back cover.


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  1. Worst job you ever had? (Try not to quote Derek & Clive!)

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    1. Piece work churning out small steel pulleys on a capstan lathe.
      Holiday work when I wuz a stoont.
      It was not for me.

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    2. Moi: Parks Department. I had hippie notions of getting back to nature, but when I found out that timesheets had to be completed to the last square yard/minute I realised nature was being perverted. Mowing a spiral cricket square was the thing that got me booted off the force, though. Fucking squares, man!

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    3. I've been lucky with my work life. After my educashun I went into teaching in state schools for 20 years.

      Jacked that in and went into music full time - gigging and teaching guitar. Had a really nice tuition business and loved being self-employed.

      Then, ironically, I got teaching work in schools but as a self-employed peripatetic guitar tutor and loved it.

      I feel very blessed that I enjoyed my work.

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    4. Filing clerk for a minor charity for shell-shocked (as we called PTSD back then) ex-servicemen. My co-workers, all women of a certain age (i.e., my age now), included Patsy, who was the Captain's good lady wife. (The Captain was the Big Boss Man, the donations director, and a former Admiralty bean counter.) At 15-minute intervals, with the regularity of a chiming grandfather clock, Patsy would take a quick glug of her "medicine" from the brown bottle that she kept in her handbag. By 11 every morning she was slurring her words. My immediate line manager (as we didn't call them back then) was a battleaxe in the Peggy Mount mould, who, upon my arrival as a potentially threatening fox in her henhouse, put up a "modesty board" in front of her desk so I wouldn't be able to indulge my urge to perv at the sexy-sexy sight of her chunky surgical-stocking-clad calves. The water-cooler bonding banter was, shall we say, stilted.

      I lasted three weeks. When I told the Captain that I had, after thinking long and hard about my professional future, decided, with no small amount of regret, that it was time for me to move on, he just nodded wearily and said, "Yes, it had occurred to me that you might be under-employed here."

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    5. Sounds like there should have been a charity set up for ex-employees of this one. Thanks for the un-see!

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    6. i was a 12-year-old caddy. i hated golf. i hated golfers. i hated caddy yards. i hated caddies. i hated caddy masters. i hated country clubs. i hated my parents for making me do that miserable crap. quickly i learned that i could just tell them that i wasn't chosen so i didn't make any money that day. i spent my days hiding out in the library and browsing dirty magazines at the bus station. i learned almost everything i know at both locations.

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    7. At eleven, I was stealing dirty magazines from the top shelf of the newsagent. There'd generally be Three Or Four of us, one making a legit purchase as diversion. "Dirty" back then was a relative term - duotones of chesty ladies in bulky knickers posing with beachballs or at barbecue parties. Yet the illicit thrill was there, and later the sense of shame as you flung it into the bushes on the way home. Can't say I learned anything from it.

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    8. I was a "man from the motor trade" for fifty years. Interesting, but a totally wrong career choice, being ordered around by low level psychopaths and covered in shit. Did a computer programming course in Sydney but felt more at home on the outside of an office. When people couldn't afford to get their cars fixed, I would go for a surf.

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  2. Christmas at the Meat & Livestock Commission. The office was a repurposed abbatoir.

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    1. I lived there (that area) for almost 60 years!

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    2. Milton Keynes is to cities what Lymeswold is to cheese.

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    3. It's a great place to live if you have a reasonable income and can afford to choose where you live - like most places, I suppose. The older parts - what was there before MK - are very nice.

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  4. I used to own every BB% albums (almost), now I just have them in digital formats. Their album cover design has been hideous to say the least. Is it intentional? Pet Sounds! That album deserves much better graphics.
    They really should have hired you!

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    1. Thank you. I've had a few unsuccessful stabs at Pet Sounds. That album has the most jarring disconnect between substance and image I know. Yet that sleeve design has stuck through every reissue since '66. Books don't suffer in this way - new editions bring new covers - why albums?

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    2. They even carried the colour scheme and font over to the box set. If there was ever an opportunity to do something different, that was it.

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    3. The typeface ("iconic" Cooper Black) and the green/yellow color scheme were the only things they got right.

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    4. The Photo of the boys at San Diego zoo ( on a visit there via El Cajon Boulevard, on me bike. A baboon there took severe umbrage when I pulled a face at it) was a bit dippy, I felt but the green coloured layout made the album recognisable. there have been a few reconstructions, often with Brian's mug front and centre, but always the green which should be retained. the 1972 twofer was brown, but green is better, in my view.

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    5. I'd forgot that brown version. "Today" suffered a similar green to brown makeover for a Japanese release. That's another shit cover to a brilliant album. *cracks knuckles*

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    6. Yes,"Today" was a beautiful album and the precursor To Pet Sounds. That's why I particularly regard the made up album "Remember The Zoo" highly.

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  5. Plenty to choose from: a glass collector in Yate's Wine Lodge Blackpool, security man in a shoe shop or writing jokes for BBC Scotland's Rab C. Nesbitt TV show.

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    1. Mr or Mrs Unknown, I was watching Rab C Nesbitt, from pretty much the start (in England anyhow), and loved that programme, I've still got the vhs vids somewhere, so thank you for your work - Jamesie Cotter eh.
      For those who don't know the classic Scottish comedy, 50 second you tube below
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wP9y9iIiSNk

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    2. A Fine Old English NoblemonDecember 15, 2021 at 1:37 AM

      Yiha, we are amongst tv royalty, just bought the Rab C Nesbitt boxset for my wife for Christmas. You'll have to tell us which jokes to watch out for Mr/Mrs Unknown.

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  6. Teaboy for a bunch of Glaswegian building labourers building a supermarket & multi screen cinema opposite the pub featured in "The Youngs Ones"
    Firsy rule - never attempt to clean out that disgustingly filthy teapot or mugs unless you desire a square go withe ganger.
    Second rule - not matter how hard you try you are always going to be out of pocket when you go to the shop to purchase comestibles. Once again any attempt to convince fellow workers that your mathematical knowledge is superior to theirs could entail a vist to the casaulty ward.
    Notable quotes from the ganger
    " I thought that a wanker who went to fuckin`university could tell the difference between a fuckin`cream donut & a cream bun, you shithead"
    Later when we all became buddies & spent 2 hours everyday 7 days a week getting pissed at the aforementioned pub the ganger became more considerate & understanding as he was overheard telling the electrians ganger " You`ve gotta find out what drugs these fuckers have taken the night before so you know what to say to them otherwise they go fuckin`mental"
    It did enable me to save enough spondulicks to fly to Singapore & then a 2 week cruise to Sydney & the cost 108 pounds.
    Them waz the days.
    The Rev Dr Baz

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  7. I too worked in a design studio at an advertising agency, then later a design studio for the print industry, and although for the first fifteen years I enjoyed it, and the money was ok, the realization that it was rather parasitic and bosses/clients were just a pain in the ass, meant my last fifteen years was a case of 'grin and bare it'. It took a long time but I left that world behind a couple of years ago, and I'm so much happier, oh and the last ten years I worked for pennies, everyone wanted jobs done to an ever tightening budget.

    btw Farq your artworking skills are excellent. Oh no I think I just 'blew smoke up your ass'.

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  8. I think the worst job in the world would be - being Mike Love.
    Heres "The Long Promised Road" The Movie
    https://workupload.com/file/w6gEHdLEeFE
    A gift from a flower to a garden.
    Rev Dr Baz

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  9. [[1974 or so]]
    After college I stayed in Denver a few years and roomed awhile with a guy whose big brother was a lawyer, but whose fate was to not be an esq. but rather a private dick/process server [of legal documents--i know i know: scum de la terra] and i his default partner in crimestopping. We made a pretty good unlikely priv dick team sussing out hard-to-serve scofflaws and alimony avoiders, spouse-cheaters etc.

    I was enlisted to follow one hot twat cheating wife to her boyfriend's motel after her hubby had left for work [he had suspicions that he wanted confirmed] and a morn or 2 i was on her tail to the big motel next to a schoolbus parking lot where she hooked up with her out of state Romeo. Photos were desired to prove the cuckoldry, and my pard planned to put a call in to the boyfriend via the motel desk to lure him/her out of their last room near the lot fence and snap them together...
    So i had my camera and entered the bus parking lot drive and found myself not far from their door, with a chainlink fence between us. Sure enough the couple responded to the frontdesk page and cautiously/suspiciously peeked out then exited their door wondering what was up, looking in the opposite direction from where yrs truly stood snapping a few shots, feeling sure they'd hear the clicks at which point i'd try to run away back down the drive to my car, job accomplished.

    They were oblivious somehow to my mere-yards-away surveillance and i headed happily down the drive only to be approached by a guard in uniform steering me to the parking lot office, informing me i was trespassing on city property, seemingly photoing the schoolbus lot which had not long before seen arson vandalism to buses due to disgruntlement with mandatory bussing law changes.
    Luckily the official i sat down across from swallowed this unlikely collegiate/bohemian dick's alibi of "jes' doin' m' snoopin-snappin job, sir!" and I was let go to skedaddle outa there unbeknownst to the lovebirds.

    I gladly ditched that job & roomie situation soon and left for the Big Apple a year or so later hoping to become the 4th member of Talking Heads but rather started a band fated to be known as the Badfinger to their Beatles...
    wheeeeee

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  10. I think it was a couple of days ago that there was talk of Revolution. As a former Teenage DJ for The Communist Party & former White Panther (UK Chapter) busted by the man for fraudalent usage of the personal phone card of The Managing Director Of Shell Oil (provided by a Black Panther Sister UK chapter) I uphold the spirit oF the late Abraham Hoffman "Steal This Video".
    I believe these fillums (my grandchildren are Irish) were mentioned.
    James Brown famously pronounced "This Is The Revolution Of The Mind,Stay Away From Druugs" before he was esmaculated by those who reared his power over his brothers & sisters.
    These is different times,and as Chaplain Of The Cosmonauts Of Inner Space I ay unto you " Free your mind & your ass will follow, the kingdom of heaven is within"
    So here is The Sunshine Makers, Orange Sunshine & Trippin`to enjoy ( but only if you want to - spot the reference)
    Sorry for the ramblings but my medication has just kicked in.
    Bevakasha The Rev Dr Baz
    https://workupload.com/archive/kuh7jZYL

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    1. Thanks -- I was the culprit! This is a different Merry Prankster video though so another new one for me ("Magic Trip" is the one available on Tubi). Watching "Dirty Pictures" now about the lovely Shulgins.

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  11. After I retired from my proper job I thought I'd find a nice little number that could give me some cash and fill in the time.

    Being the guy that Tesco's supermarket call in to deliver their online grocery orders was not that number. It involved driving a van down endless Buckinghamshire country lanes looking for houses that were known only by their names. In pitch darkness. And the guy who had the van before me had let the torch batteries run down. This was pre sat-nav days. First time out I reversed hard into a customers new Volvo.

    It went downhill from then on. Naturally because I was only called in when everything had already gone tits up nobody got their deliveries on time and I was forever being moaned or shouted at. Even by the sods that lived in top floor flats with no lifts and no parking space that ordered a ton of fookin' water, Barstools.

    On the first day, the other new recruit already decided it wasn't his bag after collecting his van and loading it up drove it up to Amersham's main shopping street, parked it on double yellows, quit the job and walked off with the keys. Heroic. I didn't last long either, possibly after I mixed up the chilled with the freezer compatment and delived real sloppy ice-creams and real hard frozen lettuces.

    Evenn now I'm really smiley and pleasant to any delivery driver that comes with my stuff.

    Beachboys. Yeah I had lunch with Brian, Carl and Mike when they first arrived in London for their first visit/tour. I was driving a very flash Lambretta GT200 scooter, and me and my mate Dave went to Heathrow to join the crowd of fans that were there to wave and cheer them.

    Got back to the Lambretta and followed them up to London. Arrived at the Park Lane Hilton and the Boys clustered around the scooter, and Brian (bless him!) suggested we join them for some sandwiches in the Hilton. Stowing our parka's (Dave of Wembley, My Little GTO!)and helmets under the scooter we joined them at some Danish sandwich place in the Hilton, had a great chat with them. Really nice clean cut guys. The ONLY bit of conversation I can remember was Brian asking where the nearest Church was so he could go on the Sunday. Happpy days.

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    1. So sorry about the errant apostrophe, guy's. I'll try not to do it again.

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    2. That is a fantastic Beach Boys story. Applause, some whistles.

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  12. You talk about a revolution here is that Beatle Band reimagined by a New Zealand Hobbit & transmitted via Disney which was established by closet fascist Walt Disney.
    As an eudite assemblage you will know rumour has it that his body was deep frozen but later discovered to be a scam.My fave part of the story is the fraudulent companys slogan: "Many Are Chilled But Few are Frozen"
    So if you have 9 hours to spare, be my guest. Its probably not as good as "Fantasia but what is?
    https://workupload.com/archive/5vx5KuWb
    Tiocfaidh ár lá
    The Rev Dr Baz

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    1. Thank you Baz, I'm struggling with the format, but will persevere.

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  13. Worst job: In 1974, I taught Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry and Calculus at a quirky girls school in Bristol, England, called The Red Maids' School. Classrooms were damp and drafty, and incarcerated people enjoyed a better lunch. Also, every time I spoke, someone would repeat a word or phrase I said in a faux American accent. First and last teaching gig.

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  14. Very nice, all that (albums and covers).

    I even accept you taking McGuinn's old Notorious Byrd brother joke. Because it's fuckin' Mike Love.


    The worst job I ever had? After having finished yesterday's batch of correctiions, I'd say this one. I'm teaching this class for fifteen fuckin' months how to do an internship report and in the test exams two weeks ago about half couldn't tell me the proper word for the French "stage" (= internship). You know, a word we've seen and talked about, since forever. Half of them still don't know how to spell "company". And three quarters still, after fifteen freakin' months still have no idea how to do a greeting in a letter - not to mention the handful of braindead doofuses who thought "Mary Goodnight" is a dude - "Dear Mr. Goodnight", "Dear Sir Goodknight" etc.

    Some days, man...

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  15. First, Farq, thanks for prompting me to look up secateurs. I had no idea it was a synonym for a pair of pruners. Considering my enthusiasm for one-handed activities, I was surprised to not having stumbled upon the term sooner. My worst job: trainee in a donut shop. It was miserable in every respect and so was I. The reek of rancid oil. The impossibly difficult job of flipping the dozens of rapidly darkening rings of dough with a pair of chop sticks before they incinerated. Hopelessly failing this first task, I was put on a knee lever-actuated machine that injected pastries with a glob of a jam-like substance intended to emulate some sort of fruit. I couldn't get the timing right; either the buns were miserably under-filled or they exploded in my hands, creating a sticky mess. Yes, I know what you're thinking.

    In any event, by mutual consent I turned in my apron before the first break rolled around. And I've not eaten one of those greasy little buggers from that day in the early 1960s till this.

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  16. My job life has been pretty amazing; relatively few complaints and all were blissfully brief. In no particular order:

    *at 15, 2 days of breaking drywall for Mr. McCardle who then put me on 3 days of sweeping up and nicely fired me on Friday when he paid me.

    *at 16, shucking oysters (still have an oyster knife scar from trying to be cool and failing) and barbacking at Rueben's Seafood in BRLA

    *at 17-18, best worst job, backstage doorman and bouncer at The Kingfish in BRLA. The Neville Brothers, Irma Thomas, The Sex Pistols, Clifton Chenier, and so many more. Dealing with drunks and stoners and glass eaters. Still have the heavily dented, very large, very heavy metal flashlight. My pal.

    *at 22, two pre-dawn weeks at a German bakery in Georgetown, Washington, D.C. My mother, the refugee from Nazi Germany told me not to stand to close to the ovens. Funny gal. At 86 she just beat COVID. Let's hear it for monoclonal antibodies, which I swear was the name of a band I saw in 1977

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  17. My daughter - now 44 - still has her "My little Ponies". She didn't like dolls but loved the ponies.

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  18. I had a job back in college selling plastic bags of milk. One day, the bags were not sealed properly, & they broke open & flooded the store! Lol! Knee deep in milk! Hahah.

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  19. A Fine Old English NoblemonDecember 15, 2021 at 4:57 AM

    Since we are talking loosely about album cover designs and as I am a big fan of the two Ronnie's sketch "answering the previous question", I am going to shamelessly point you in the direction of Man's album cover for "Be good to yourself at least once a day" - see my comment in previous comments or if you can't be arsed then look here :
    https://www.imagenetz.de/bUtrC
    And if you can't be arsed to look there then just be happy to know that you missed the worst video of the best album artwork in the world ever, and all you'll ever need to navigate your way round Wales whilst reciting the Man family tree.

    If anyone knows a better album sleeve then I'd like to see it bygad and forsooth.

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    1. I for one saw your previous comment. It is certainly the best album cover design in the world to feature a fold-out map of Wales, and why it remains also the sole example is one of those mysteries we'll never understand in this lifetime.

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    2. A Fine Old English NoblemonDecember 15, 2021 at 7:15 AM

      Excuse me, Mr One Eleven, I think you are in danger of underselling the beauty of this. Can you think of any other album that had a map of anywhere else?

      Did Tales From Topographic Oceans dain to map out said waters? Did Electric Ladyland provide you with an underground map of how to get there? Did Abbey Road show you how to cross... Well OK I've maybe been hoisted by my one thingymy there but you get my drift.

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    3. From an internet:

      Behind “drift” is the venerable English verb “to drive,” which sprang from ancient Germanic roots and has dozens of meanings today, from the early literal sense of “forcing a living being to move” (e.g., “driving” cattle), to more figurative senses, such as “driving a hard bargain.” One such figurative use, which emerged in the 16th century and is still common, is “to proceed with a definite intention; to mean or intend,” often used in the context or argument or advocacy (“Their intent drives to the end of stirring up the people,” John Milton, 1649).

      This sense of “to drive” is the key to “drift” meaning “intended meaning.”

      I like to think we've all learned something today. Isn't words wonderfully?

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    4. A Fine Old English NoblemonDecember 15, 2021 at 8:14 AM

      Words, ha, I've heard of them. So are you telling me that Ben E King and his chums were driving herds of cattle under the broadwalk, down by the sea? But which sea? Where's the map? See what I mean?

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    5. Farq? Seen or heard this Monkee album?
      http://allmusic-wingsofdream.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-monkees-kirshners-revenge-320.html

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    6. It looks like a comp of the Unsurpassed Masters set, which I have.

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    7. Noblemon, you try telling the young people of today about Mans' Be good to yourself at least once a day album art, and they wont believe you - in homage to the Monty Python 4 Yorkshiremen sketch

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    8. A Fine Old English NoblemonDecember 16, 2021 at 5:21 AM

      I'll say it again, When I were a lad things they were bad, but not quite as bad as when me dad was a lad
      The Lancastrians said it just as elegantly as the Yorkshireman, they could all whinge for England.

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  20. On a bit a a roll now. I have been listening to the Pet Sounds 50th set. As with most of their Outtakes etc, we are listening to Brian giving instructions, which can be a tad annoying, So I feel we can toss Disc 2 and half of Disc 3 into the bin with gay abandon just like that....Not like that, like THAT! So we have the mono and stereos, plus the alternates. Disc 4 is just live stuff. I would like to have a listen of the 2017 version as it's supposed to be the bees knees in sound quality, but not pretending to be pitch perfect, For me, the original 1966 release would suffice.

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    1. My go-to PS is the stunning Mark Linnett stereo version, and I also have the (antecedently FoamFeatured©) Pet Sounds Instrumental album. If you need either, shout out.

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    2. Yes Please. I would love to hear both of these. Thank you.

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    3. Somewhere in this flurry of Yuletide snow:
      *************
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    4. Thank you Farq. If I were standing in a flurry of Norwegian snow, or wood, I'd wish you God Jul!

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  21. I must confess thay I have not seen or heard any of these motion pictures as I have been deprived of 40% of my hearing - the result of 60 years of loud, louder & even louder music.
    Babs, I see we share time spent in Bristol. I remember RedMaids but as a working class apprentice revolutionary I treated it with disdain. Didn`t it have a massive wall surrounding it to keep the hoi polloi out.(not that any lived in that surburb).I have a vision that every item of their uniform was red.
    But I digress, I have one of those convertors so if you specify the format you require I expect I can supply it.This offer is, of course. open to any member of the congregation.
    I apologise for my verbosity which is due to the inordinate amount of drugs I consume daily 90% legal 10 % not.
    Incidently my Zen Alienist is named Dr Wu so I`m pretty chuffed to be treated by a Steely Dan song plus he prescibes me amphetamines, which probably explains a great deal.I have a hearing test this afternoon & hopefully will receive a brand new earhorn.
    I look forward to listening to all the music that has been generously shared on this forum.
    Dont forget to ask for a format of your choice - ask & ye shall receive.
    Toodle pip
    Votre ami sincere
    Stilton Cheeseworthy a.k.a The Rev Dr Baz

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    1. I try to keep commenters away from detailing their personal/medical problems (there are better forums, and we all have them) but you comment whenever and however and wherever you feel like it, Mr. Mania. This is one place where the act of thinking generally accompanies writing and reading, so length of comment is never, ever, a problem.

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  22. I had a bunch of shit jobs the worst of which was probably telemarketing tickets to the "Fireman's Ball" one summer which was basically giving people a guilt trip and scamming them out of their money.

    Another summer a friend and I delivered the Yellow Pages around our college town which basically meant sparsely spreading some phone books around and piling 100s of others behind our fence (since we were paid by the quantity not time)! That one was kind of fun.

    Working at a small plastic forming manufacturer and a substitute teacher for several years were also shit jobs.

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