Showing posts with label Fab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fab. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Album (January)


Album is Latin for white. No-one knows who called it The White Album. My turntable copy crackles and undulates in the January of Planet Nine, a great accidental classical pun of modern music. Album was a white board on which Romans placed public notices. Only cheeky chaps of Albion jested at the USSR or said of revolution, that won’t help make it with anyone anyhow. The White Album remains a chronicle of 1968. The Fabs almost called it A Doll’s House, but it’s an album in the very Victorian sense, a collection of varied stuff stuck onto white white spaces.

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Fab


Fab

                 adolescent adulation
        brilliant b-sides
cavern crescendos
                          drug dreams
        electric etudes
                     fab four
     george's gifts
hamburg hell
                   indian instrumentals
     jealous john
                       king kite
lysergic london
                       mister moonlight
       nowhere now
           ob-la-di ob-la-da
     paul's pathos
                       queen's question
     ringo's revolutions
stadium screaming
                 television twist
    unrehearsed universe
                              varied volumes
           worried walrus
   deluxe tax
                   yoko yeah
  z-cars zoetrope