1. The best ever and 2. the most overrated
2009 June 15
As set-lists go, they don’t get much better. Roll on Hyde Park.
http://www.nme.com/news/blur/45329
And for those of you awaiting a Stone Rose reunion, this http://www.nme.com/news/the-stone-roses/45350 would appear to be pretty definitive. Although Angie’s brother John said that Saturday’s Dailyt Record said they WERE reforming and doing a tour later this year, with date(s) in Glesgei.
Go figure. My bad.
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Rating (out of 10):
1 ‘She’s So High’
7 ‘Girls And Boys’
5 ‘Tracy Jacks’
7 ‘There’s No Other Way’
6 ‘Jubilee’
7 ‘Badhead’
3 ‘Beetlebum’
7 ‘Trimm Trabb’
5 ‘Coffee & TV’
3 ‘Tender’
3 ‘Country House’
5 ‘Charmless Man’
6 ‘Colin Zeal’
1 ‘Oily Water’
5 ‘Chemical World’
5 ‘Sunday Sunday’
3 ‘Parklife’
5 ‘End Of A Century’
2 ‘To The End’
6 ‘This Is A Low’
6 ‘Popscene’
5 ‘Advert’
7 ‘Song 2′
0 ‘Out Of Time’
? ‘Battery In Your Leg’
1 ‘Essex Dogs’
6 ‘For Tomorrow’
3 ‘The Universal’
Average rating (not including ‘Battery…’): 4.44
Rating (out of 10):
1 ‘She’s So High’
9 ‘Girls And Boys’
3 ‘Tracy Jacks’
3 ‘There’s No Other Way’
1 ‘Jubilee’
6 ‘Badhead’
7 ‘Beetlebum’
5 ‘Trimm Trabb’
8 ‘Coffee & TV’
7 ‘Tender’
1 ‘Country House’
2 ‘Charmless Man’
1 ‘Colin Zeal’
1 ‘Oily Water’
1 ‘Chemical World’
1 ‘Sunday Sunday’
2 ‘Parklife’
7 ‘End Of A Century’
7 ‘To The End’
4 ‘This Is A Low’
3 ‘Popscene’
1 ‘Advert’
7 ‘Song 2′
5 ‘Out Of Time’ (never a zero!)
6 ‘Battery In Your Leg’ (quite alright)
1 ‘Essex Dogs’
2 ‘For Tomorrow’
7 ‘The Universal’
Average rating (including ‘Battery…’): 3.89
Not sure exactly how you came to that conclusion, but the one for Stone Roses is much easier.
1. Elephant Stone 9/10
2. Fools Gold 7/10
3. Everything else 1s and 2s
Average: Must be about 2 or 3
9 ‘She’s So High’
10 ‘Girls And Boys’
7 ‘Tracy Jacks’
6 ‘There’s No Other Way’
6 ‘Jubilee’
10 ‘Badhead’
10 ‘Beetlebum’
7 ‘Trimm Trabb’
7 ‘Coffee & TV’
10 ‘Tender’
6 ‘Country House’
6 ‘Charmless Man’
6 ‘Colin Zeal’
9 ‘Oily Water’
8 ‘Chemical World’
4 ‘Sunday Sunday’
9‘Parklife’
8‘End Of A Century’
10 ‘To The End’
10 ‘This Is A Low’
11 ‘Popscene’
7 ‘Advert’
9 ‘Song 2′
8 ‘Out Of Time’
1 ‘Battery In Your Leg’
1 ‘Essex Dogs’
7 ‘For Tomorrow’
10 ‘The Universal’
Correct average: 7.6
Just for the record, these are marks out of 10 in comparison to all songs. Not just between Blur songs. Therefore, you are saying that ‘This Is A Low’ is up there with the best songs ever written.
Songs such as:
Tangled Up In Blue – Bob Dylan
A Case Of You – Joni Micthell
Street Spirit (Fade Out) – Radiohead
Life On Mars – David Bowie
Wild Horses – The Rolling Stones
Suzanne – Leonard Cohen
Us And Them – Pink Floyd
You Win Again – Bee Gees
Nothing Compares 2 U – Prince
What’s Going On – Marvin Gaye
Fast Car – Tracy Chapman
Based on this information, do you want to re-score? Or are your scores out of 100? I noticed you gave an 11.
I realise that that’s what I am saying. Popscene is an exception on the basis that it is THE best song ever written. It is the only song written which is an 11. This is how your ‘golden greats’ score.
Tangled Up In Blue – Bob Dylan – 7 (not even one of his best)
A Case Of You – Joni Micthell (never heard it but based on other JM songs, sadly it’s a 1)
Street Spirit (Fade Out) – Radiohead 4 (one of their mediocre efforts)
Life On Mars – David Bowie 10 (give you that one)
Wild Horses – The Rolling Stones 9
Suzanne – Leonard Cohen 2 (rubbish BTW)
Us And Them – Pink Floyd (again never heard, but using the default based on other PF songs I’ve heard – 4)
You Win Again – Bee Gees 0
Nothing Compares 2 U – Prince 7 (Sinead O’Connor version, 3 Prince version)
What’s Going On – Marvin Gaye 4 (vastly overated)
Fast Car – Tracy Chapman 2 (liked it when a child, has not aged well. Also find fact Tracy looks like Desmond Tutu distracting)
Nothing to trouble the mighty Blur there really.
Wikipedia:
“Tangled Up in Blue” is a song by Bob Dylan. It appeared on his album Blood on the Tracks in 1975. Rolling Stone ranked it #68 on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
“Popscene” is a song by English alternative rock band Blur. It was released 30 March 1992 as a single, charting at #32 in the UK Singles Chart. The low chart placing came as a confidence blow for the band, who were struggling financially at the time.
Just checked said list by Rolling Stone magazine. What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye is ranked the number 4 best song of all time.
Blur dinny get a mention.
Britain’s Got Talent is the highest rated show of the year.
True art cannot be measured by bean counting. Shame on you.
10 Tangled Up In Blue – Bob Dylan
7 A Case Of You – Joni Micthell
8 Street Spirit (Fade Out) – Radiohead
8 Life On Mars – David Bowie
8 Wild Horses – The Rolling Stones
7 Suzanne – Leonard Cohen
8 Us And Them – Pink Floyd
9 You Win Again – Bee Gees
5 Nothing Compares 2 U – Prince
10 What’s Going On – Marvin Gaye
5 Fast Car – Tracy Chapman
Agree with the sentiment tho mormanski
Rooch and Mormanski – It’s disappointing that your views are both so very mainstream. I had thought you might be more free thinking.
Is your favourite band The Beatles? Is Your favourite film The Shawshank Redemption? Is your ideal woman Cheryl Cole?
Doesn’t it bore you to run with the pack? It’s safe, for sure. But don’t you feel it’s waste of time?
I don’t choose the songs I like based on “the pack”. I choose the songs I like based on the songs that I like. It is of no surprise to me that other people may feel the same, in fact I’m surprised when they don’t.
If you choose to like songs disliked or ignored by “the pack” then whether you know it or not, it is you who is influenced by “the pack”.
Songs I am surprised “the pack” don’t seem to like.
The Electrician – Scott Walker
Mountains and Castles – AI Pheonix
Surf Song – James Yorkston and the Athletes
La vie en rose – Grace Jones
Something Big – Jim O’Rourke
Easily resolved via Last FM’s number of artists listened to:
Mav 200+
Mor 700+
Roo 1000+
The sentiment I agree with is 10 rating = perfection.
Closest Blur got was Entertain Me and Yuko & Hiro, neither of which they play noo.
With the Rolling Stone / Blur chart placing I dinny agree.
Noo that’s baith yez telt…
5 of my criminally ignored classics (all 5* on itunes):
A Foggy Day – Barney Kessel
Suzanne – Moose
Lady Love Your Cunt – S*M*A*S*H
Your Class – Television Personalities
The Lights – World of Twist
Jist wan minuto Roochero.
Surely the number of Artists listened to isnay the right way tae measure these hings. Cos some of us huv listened tae mare tracks than others…
May I suggest the concept of the diversity percentage.
Number of artists listened to / total tracks played X 100 = diversity percentage
Roochero
1054/41434 X 100 = 2.54
Mormanski
756/15106 X 100 = 5.00
Maverickmcp
269/2987 X 100 = 9.01
On second thoughts screw that, it makes Maverickmcp win and any system which may give Blur a semblance of credibility outside the tiny world of mid 90′s uk art school wank cannot be allowed to stand. God bless you diversity quotient, we hardly knew ye.
I dinnae even understand it, but was going to add that have to discount about a half of the artists Roochero listens to because they are French and how can ye like something if you dinnae ken what they’re singing about? (the two exceptions to this being Joe Le Taxi and Voyage Voyage. And the French version of To The End by Blur.
Adieu.
mormanski, your percentage indicates the likelihood of listening to a new artist per track played, not diversity.
Diversity is the difference to what is normal.
Our “normal” for range of artists is
(269 + 756 + 1054)/3 = 693
therefore our diversity ratings are:
Mav (269/693) = 0.39
Norm = 1
Mor (756/693) x 100 = 1.09
Roo (1054/693) x 100 = 1.52
Mav,
This from the man who once told me that this line from To The End:
“en plein soleil”
Was translated to:
“f*ck off son”
Vert sheet pour tu:
I must not talk merde… I must not talk merde… I must not talk merde… I must not talk merde… I must not talk merde… I must not talk merde…
I never did tell ye that. Sacre bleu.. zut alors!!
(I learnt when watching a copy of Rambo in a bar in the Costa Brava that was subtitled in Dutch that ‘Fuck you’ in Dutch is ‘Val Dood’. So I used to write adventure stories in English and called the hero Val Dood. Yes. I’m a bit sad.)
Roochero,
of your 5 criminally ignored classics, only one is on spotify, making you both ersehole of the century and erchie extraordinaire!
Mav, ye did… in The Croon/Moschk and I remember bein surprised that, that bein the case, it was receivin so much airplay.
Morm, what better exemplifies their “ignored” status than not bein on Spotty?
ps. Mav, likin the sound of the Val Dood adventures. Git them posted.
I’ll see if I can dig oot Val Dood. He wis ace.
Cannae mind saying that about To The End so musta been in a booze fuelled state. What am I like, eh? Mental me.
Furthermore…
Val Dood = Fall Dead
Is it? Actually, that’s still a kinda cool hero name.
Put ‘Fuck you’ into Babelfish and translated to Dutch. Comes out (I shit you not) as ‘Fuck U.’ Excellent. So the only different between English and Dutch is that they use texting slang all the time.
Translation of ‘voyage voyage’ to English: ‘travel voyage’. Whaaaat? How come the second one’s nae different? It’s the same word twice?
Saké de baise!
Sometimes you don’t want a literal translation as it might not make sense. For instance ‘Sacre bleu’ would literally translate as ‘sacred blue’. This is meaningless in English and so a much better translation would be ‘Holy shit’. Of course, one can only guess what the French would make of the literal re-translation to ‘Sacre merde’…
True. In Rambo, they must have intrepreted him as saying ‘Drop dead’. Pretty gay by Rambo’s standards though.
I think I saw a film recently called ‘Sacred Shit.’ Wisnae French tho. Japanese.
Paris. 1964. Revolution was in the air.
Val Dood emerged into the morning sunlight. He could still taste the sweat of that poor, double crossing bitch he’d disposed off not 12 hours earlier on his lips.
He flicked the cigarette from his mouth onto the cobbled Parisien street. God how he hated the shit these Frenchies smoked. Fucking animals.
He breated a heavy sigh, a cocktail of cheap red wine, tabacco, and regret. The Dutch agent was late. He didn’t much care for lateness.
Then behind his, he heard a shrill voice. He didn’t like being crept up on.
“You’re late”, he spat at the blonde bobble hatted girl, “Now where the fuck’s my passport?”
The Dutch girl’s face turned rose, and her teeth bared. He was starting to like her already.
“Val Dood!” she barked at him, as she slipped him the coffee envelope.
“Yep”, he whispered, as he turned and walked off into the busy traffic.
She turned and watched him disappear. And he always did. She started to think crazy thoughts. Thoughts of how good they could be together. And then just as she began cursing her own foolish imagination, a bullet ripped through her forehead. Her body smacked against the pavement, dead instantly.
Val Dood… what a guy.
Wait a minute, wait a minute…
Val Dood? What/ho/why is this? Please explain.
read back up the posts Mormanski. Will all become clear. Much like Val Dood’s mind did as the drugs that has been slipped into his Cointrea was beginning to wear off.
How did he get here? What happened last night? And why was there a dead midget lying on a floor wearing a Mickey Dolenz mask?
‘Shoot’ mused Val Dood, ‘here we go again…’
Conspicuously little defence of mormanski’s “diversity principle”. He’s not the first to use Val Dood as cover. He won’t be the last.
Has the penny finally dropped?
Has the penny finally dropped thought Val Dood. He topped up her glass with more cheap bordeaux and felt a vague sense of nausea and arousal as he looked at her aged face. She had been beautiful once, but that was a long time ago, before the war and before all the shit.
He caught a glint in her eye as she lit yet another cigarette and that’s when he realised, they knew everything. The prostitute in Cannes, the smuggling operation in La Rochelle and the Moroccan connection.
‘Shall we meet again tomorrow, same time?’ he asked.
‘Yes, why not?’ she shrugged.
Val Dood’s hand reached down and felt reassuringly at the blade strapped to his leg. He knew by morning that one of them would be dead.
Rio, September ‘65.
The gambling room air was a heavy concoction of cigar, thick perfume and the sweat of the luckless. Val Dood sat at the bar, a vision of stone. In his hand a double Scotch, on his shoulders the freedom of the western world.
An over-rouged parlour girl swayed across the room, her assets close to overspill. Mid 30s. Close to losing her looks. Close to looking her shape. Val Dood’s type. She sat on the stool beside him. Lighted a cigarette.
“Esperanto is due in on The Gravitas at Guanabara Harbour tomorrow at 0600 hours.” She blew, and with smoke whisps spiralling from her nostrils, she rose, pulled at her dress, swayed from the room.
Tomorrow would be a bloodbath. That much was clear. Val Dood drained his glass. A matchbook lay on the bar. He picked it up. Flicked it open… ‘Rm. 215’
“Hell” thought Val Dood “It’s all gravy”.
Val Dood did it again!
I think we need a Val Dood page for Val Dood related stuff.
Boys, you did me proud. Val Dood lives!!!!!!
I propose a Val Dood play list!
http://open.spotify.com/user/mormanski/playlist/1Y8wi9vQnrSeBmYyxHTuAL
Not sure on the rules, maybe if you come hame steaming on whisky, all the songs on this play list should make you hink eh Val Dood…? Or no.
Sing is the best blur song ever written – i wid give it 10 out of 10
however I feel the moment has now passed.