<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656</id><updated>2012-01-23T07:09:32.257+11:00</updated><category term='&quot;'/><title type='text'>Farmer In The City</title><subtitle type='html'>(not his real name)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4001863397914465904</id><published>2012-01-23T07:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:09:32.278+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Moondance", by Blondes.

Nothing whatsoever to do with Van Morrison.

You would think I would be totally sick of that arpeggiated blissed-out space disco shit by now. Apparently not.



(Admission: I sat on this for too long. I had lumped them in, unheard, with any number of Brooklyn lo-fi indie bands with interchangeable names. My bad.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4001863397914465904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4001863397914465904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/song-of-day_23.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0gZ6S7hYiLQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-613379173380818284</id><published>2012-01-21T15:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:32:14.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Leave It", by Mike McGear.

Listen to this song without context. Without knowing who Mike McGear is. (YouTube spoiler alert.)




You hear echoes of the vocal stylings of both Ferry and Eno, mixed with a pinch of UK Squeeze, and filtered through a Beatles prism. You detect more of 1982 than of 1974.

Then check out the story of Mike McGear. And be amazed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/613379173380818284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/613379173380818284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/song-of-day_21.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cIX_KY57DKI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7182316485645925871</id><published>2012-01-06T16:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:44:57.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wot no album of the year?</title><summary type='text'>2011: it's been and gone. I haven't kept a list of albums that might be considered "of the year", because the passage of time frequently proves my snap judgments to be wrong, and because I am not good at keeping lists. (I am good at starting them.) Most of the records that have caught my ear have been mentioned in these pages. Those I don't think I have acknowledged, but which deserve a nod (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7182316485645925871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7182316485645925871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/wot-no-album-of-year.html' title='Wot no album of the year?'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Otu3sZOT88o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2156576253564929982</id><published>2012-01-06T16:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:10:18.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Walking in the Rain", by Grace Jones.



A wise man once said that you learn something new every day.

I was drawn back to this song by its appearance in the rather glamorous Peugeot ad that is currently appearing during the cricket. What caught my ear in the ad was the voice that comes in at the end: not Grace Jones, but someone who sounded suspiciously like whichever of Harry Vanda and George </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2156576253564929982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2156576253564929982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/song-of-day_06.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ifhcWeXIOZs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1271900648638183912</id><published>2012-01-05T12:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:03:53.158+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words about "Bad As Me", by Tom Waits</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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It is a commonly held belief that the mid-1980s were a fallow time for music. And yet it was a period that gave us a whole slew of great albums, from "Daydream Nation", "Psychocandy", "The Perfect Prescription", via "Treasure", "The Firstborn Is Dead", "Secrets of the Beehive", "Diamond Life", to "Rain Dogs", "The African Man's Tomato", "This Nation's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6948313895010216139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6948313895010216139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/song-of-day_05.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k6_MLzj_l7A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1609123229638251992</id><published>2012-01-03T16:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:16:56.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Sa Sa Samoa", by Korallreven.




Here is a band that has given more than the casual nod to New Order. You wouldn't call a song "The Truest Faith", and sounding as it does, by accident.
On "Sa Sa Samoa", though, the pan-African vibe that also permeates their music is more to the fore. I can also hear elements of the classic 4AD sound (or maybe that is just because I have been lately immersing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1609123229638251992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1609123229638251992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2012/01/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rnJkd3kWtOQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-914125689285465429</id><published>2011-12-30T16:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:41:45.178+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Beeroth", by Masada.

All roads, it seems, lead me back to Masada. I am so loving this song today. It first appeared on the fifth Masada studio album. I also have a version recorded live in Seville in 2000. This one, though, simply rocks. Playing at Tonic, on home turf, they are very relaxed and comfortable. Joey Baron seems to have taken his happy pills, to no ill effect. You cannot sit still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/914125689285465429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/914125689285465429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day_30.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YtyA_s0JNg8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8899407251129248533</id><published>2011-12-28T16:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:26:17.932+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Sister", by The Black Keys.

On the other hand, sometimes simple is best.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8899407251129248533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8899407251129248533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day_28.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8kC6Rl3HXaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2757373342929041981</id><published>2011-12-22T07:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:38:06.944+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>""Hello Shadow", by Pluramon.

The album this song comes from, "Dreams Top Rock", has been very close to the top of The List ever since I bought it, unheard, on the strength of recommendations, first by Marcello Carlin, and then by Oren at Metropolis Books in Melbourne, back in the days that they also sold music. (It probably wouldn't sell many copies just on the strength of the cover art.)

This</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2757373342929041981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2757373342929041981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day_22.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1569449398413454313</id><published>2011-12-15T06:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:55:36.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This does not go with this</title><summary type='text'>The hardest of the hard waxing lyrical about two modernism pioneers? You better believe it.

YouTube makes for strange bedfellows.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1569449398413454313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1569449398413454313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-does-not-go-with-this.html' title='This does not go with this'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FRWatw_ZEQI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-779235395117146764</id><published>2011-12-11T15:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:39:26.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Video Games", by Lana Del Rey.



No matter how much the video screams "David Lynch, you want me for your next movie". No matter how much the song screams mock/retro/pseudo/meta/haunto/crypto/whatevah*. Neither of these things can hide the fact that this is a stunning piece of music. Seriously. Melancholy can so easily slide into maudlin. Not here it doesn't. To say, as I never thought I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/779235395117146764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/779235395117146764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day_11.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HO1OV5B_JDw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-5016498717403134271</id><published>2011-12-07T07:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:53:18.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Nuclear Seasons", by Charli XCX.

I know it's wrong, but I just can't help it.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/5016498717403134271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/5016498717403134271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day_07.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TGmM2l39LEs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4384435149065187917</id><published>2011-12-06T07:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:23:34.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"How To Be Invisible", by Kate Bush.

In preparation for the arrival in the letter box of the new Kate Bush album, I have been listening to "Aerial" quite a bit. (Not that that's any kind of burden.) I am always nervous when a new Kate album comes along. She seems always to be in danger of flipping over the edge into embarrassing excess, but somehow she never does.

I particularly love the guitar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4384435149065187917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4384435149065187917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zAUOd5OjYC8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4223598407962301355</id><published>2011-11-26T16:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:00:48.067+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTubes of the day</title><summary type='text'>One:



(In this century of Internet memes, where the TroLoLo guy can conquer the planet in a way he never could have before the Wall came down, you could imagine a song like this going the same way. What is even harder to imagine is that this was a real life hit single back in 1982. Which, in this country at least, probably demonstrates the power that "Countdown" -- or, really, one man, Ian "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4223598407962301355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4223598407962301355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/11/youtubes-of-day.html' title='YouTubes of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZviYmTMpBXE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4668214439280370240</id><published>2011-11-19T16:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:35:34.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day: overload edition</title><summary type='text'>"Halleluwah", by Can

While we are on the subject of long songs, "Halleluwah" is the jam to end all jams. Liebezeit's drumming grabs you from the outset and doesn't loosen its grip for the next 18 minutes. How does he keep it up? If they had performance-enhancing-drug testing for musicians he would be high on the list of likely suspects.

I am not sure whether I am allowed to say that I find "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4668214439280370240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4668214439280370240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/11/song-of-day-overload-edition.html' title='Song of the day: overload edition'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2dZbAFmnRVA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6362922101578758133</id><published>2011-11-16T10:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:59:36.849+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Check ... one ... two ...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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So, like I said, I wasn't expecting the new album by The Bats. Well, I -- LIKE TOTALLY -- never imagined, when I woke up this morning, that I would discover that The Apartments, after a hiatus of 13 years, had released a brand new seven-inch single. It's enough to make one believe in miracles.

Peter Milton Walsh's voice seems to have fallen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2423290268685404211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2423290268685404211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-of-day_23.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mTqal8FgsW8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1871464591007438479</id><published>2011-10-22T16:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:15:11.120+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did I come from?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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I neither expected, nor had knowledge of, a new album by The Bats. And yet, lo (behold, even), here one is: "Save All The Monsters", on the resuscitated Flying Nun label. (Nor did I know that they were playing Melbourne and Sydney last weekend, or I would have urged you to get out and see them.) With the exception of a relatively fallow couple of years in the early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3557673591017894614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3557673591017894614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-of-day_17.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PevQ7JjQ1uY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-561947528221743333</id><published>2011-10-13T21:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:32:28.904+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Terrible Angels", by Charlotte Gainsbourg.

As good as this song is (and it really does bounce along), you can see why it wasn't included on her last album, "IRM". While that album was in name and execution a Charlotte Gainsbourg album produced by Beck, this song is almost pure Beck, save for the vocals. If you close your eyes, you might think you are listening to something from "Modern Guilt". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/561947528221743333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/561947528221743333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-of-day_13.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3T8FEy08z4s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8807641352925987561</id><published>2011-10-06T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:43:32.248+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not every coincidence is a happy one</title><summary type='text'>During the weekend I intended, but ran out of time, to make a Song of the Day entry for "Lyke Wake Dirge", a song off Pentangle's "Basket of Light" album. I was going to make some light-hearted crack about how it reminds me of the scene in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" where the monks are walking along, chanting and hitting themselves on the head with wooden planks.

And then I woke up this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8807641352925987561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8807641352925987561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-every-coincidence-is-happy-one.html' title='Not every coincidence is a happy one'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0Vl-gMo1NY0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4909252027343886102</id><published>2011-10-06T21:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:20:46.364+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Still Cold", by Mazzy Star.



I have always secretly loved the way that at around the 3'30" mark this song finally does what it has been threatening to do all along: morph into Boston's "More Than A Feeling". Only for a fleeting moment, really, but it's enough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4909252027343886102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4909252027343886102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/10/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6UFxYYd62Aw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2494619714896494588</id><published>2011-10-02T15:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:44:35.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'>John Zorn 2010 - Third Quarterly Report</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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Veronica Falls sound variously like The Raincoats, The Wedding Present, The Cannanes, The Bats (and if you are going to do a song in homage to that particular pocket of the Flying Nun sound, you might as well call it "Stephen") and The Ampersands (the Melbourne ones). But what they might lack in originality they certainly make up for in verve. Their just-out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6346032362068664141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6346032362068664141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day_29.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x780htBjH5g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-719982754639775787</id><published>2011-09-21T21:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:12:15.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Penobska Oakwalk", by Quilt.



The best that I can say about this song, which is quite new although it doesn't really sound it, is that it starts off good and gets better. I think what really won me over is how, tucked away in the dusty corners of their sound, you can hear the faintest trace of Galaxie 500.

Downloadable from Altered Zones. Take note of the obligatory band photo: at least two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/719982754639775787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/719982754639775787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day_21.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AlsJM4u0-KM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6599652520828532379</id><published>2011-09-18T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:28:46.672+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Caught in a Landslide of Love", by Debra Jackson.

Here is a curious thing. The first 38 seconds suggest nothing you would ever wish to listen to again. But then it turns on the head of a pin and becomes something that, if you were able to blot out the entirely inappropriate piano, and replace it with some charmingly rudimentary guitar playing, might well have come out of the "twee" side of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6599652520828532379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6599652520828532379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day_18.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8021821796668141197</id><published>2011-09-12T16:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:19:15.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Kick The Can", by The Junior Boys.



Isn't it strange how, the first time you hear a song, all you can think of is "Smalltown Boy", and yet by the tenth time you have heard it, "Smalltown Boy" no longer registers at all, the trace of melody (okay, in this case a bit more than a trace) having been absorbed into the fabric of this new song. It is probably the music fan's equivalent of composting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8021821796668141197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8021821796668141197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day_12.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A6xpVFhjtoU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4316683313282507533</id><published>2011-09-10T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:12:33.552+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"One Million Year Trip", by Laetitia Sadier.



I have been listening to quite a lot of the elaborate prog-pop of Elektra-era Stereolab recently. I always assumed that Stereolab operated a bit like I understand Portishead do, in that the guys (or "guy" in the case of Stereolab, that guy being Tim Gane) came up with the music and, at some point thereafter, Laetitia Sadier threw down some kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4316683313282507533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4316683313282507533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day_10.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6NRVM1rMN-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7492805805318240685</id><published>2011-09-08T07:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:06:58.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"The Town Halo", by A C Newman.



This song has some of the most rockin' cello since the golden days of ELO. That's all you need to know, really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7492805805318240685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7492805805318240685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KntdgqByqYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7335349109768877898</id><published>2011-09-01T19:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:15:54.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy theory of the day</title><summary type='text'>We haven't received an issue of the New Yorker for over a month. This is bad. (Adrienne is climbing the walls over the sudden absence from her life of "Talk of the Town".)

Now I notice the following two documents, which I have liberally borrowed from Sasha Frere-Jones's tumblr.



I have put two and two together, and reached the following conclusion:

OUR POSTIE IS A SC**NT*L*G*ST!!!

[editor's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7335349109768877898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7335349109768877898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/09/conspiracy-theory-of-day.html' title='Conspiracy theory of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJFqySJznOc/Tl9LfR58IpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qXShT7YpcAQ/s72-c/sfj1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-647809461471941582</id><published>2011-08-31T07:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:17:35.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where It's At</title><summary type='text'>People like me: you have my sympathy. You should also read this recent Pitchfork column by seemingly erstwhile scribe William Bowers. You will recognise many of the thought processes, anxieties, petty rationalisations and antisocial tendencies contained therein. (You will also note, with misguided satisfaction, that you are not the only person to obsessively alphabetise your "collection", and to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/647809461471941582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/647809461471941582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-its-at.html' title='Where It&apos;s At'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8013618624439621622</id><published>2011-08-30T07:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:48:32.145+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Trilogy", by Sonic Youth.

There can be nothing more pathetic than the sight of a wizened 47-year-old man in a nondescript gray suit, standing at a bus stop in Canberra, playing silent air guitar like his life depended on it, to a song that is going on 25 years old.

Reader, that was me.

Fortunately the bus arrived before things got too out of hand.

The first part of the trilogy you can see/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8013618624439621622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8013618624439621622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day_30.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xD8UaWDqvUI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8192971299845323081</id><published>2011-08-28T15:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:41:38.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Be All Be Easy", by Woods.



"Elegant Chaos" may have been a song by Julian Cope, but it also neatly sums up what you get with Woods: more or less classic pop stylings wrapped up in ramshackle instrumentation and deceptively absent (but in a good way) production, uh, "values". All of which is on offer here. What I like, in particular, are the keyboards that quietly sneak in towards the end of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8192971299845323081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8192971299845323081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day_28.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NXw4ontGyR0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-3665715696040691479</id><published>2011-08-16T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:19:03.172+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Candyskin", by Fire Engines.

Where is the YouTube love for this song? Come on you guys. In the meantime direct download it here.

Anyway the lame excuse (if one were needed: NOT) for posting this song is that we had two fire engines at our house on Sunday night, on account of smoke in the living room and some kind of electrical smell. It must have been a false alarm (the house is still standing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3665715696040691479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3665715696040691479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day_16.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7494914587577692831</id><published>2011-08-03T07:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:19:15.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Come On", by Melted Toys.

There is something particularly endearing about this song. It's a bit like if you took The Cat's Miaow, added a couple of extra guitars and tripled the length of their songs. It has a bit of that good ol' understated charm about it.

Here they are doing it live:



Style note: it would appear that floppy fringes are back. Perfect for hiding behind if you are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7494914587577692831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7494914587577692831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jvp2YwSYPbs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1321784713856234357</id><published>2011-08-02T07:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:12:15.418+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>This is a long clip of Battles doing a song called "Wall Street" live in a big old building somewhere in Paris.



Sometimes you have to watch a band in order for them to make sense. Battles on CD can be somewhat less than transparent. It helps to discover, or be reminded, that all that sound, with its fragile structures and thrilling runs, is being made by three guys. And man, that drummer.

The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1321784713856234357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1321784713856234357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/08/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d-o5TRmiDIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1106684454842550750</id><published>2011-07-28T07:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:06:18.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>The video for one of the finest songs of the twenty-first century, rendered entirely in Lego (albeit with digital effects, purists):

For comparison purposes, here is the original:


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1106684454842550750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1106684454842550750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x8a1_tXINWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-5623840959647491189</id><published>2011-07-23T16:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:15:03.444+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished Business</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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"Torch", by Soft Cell.



"Temptation", by Heaven 17.



"Confusion", by New Order.



"Stool Pigeon", by Kid Creole and The Coconuts.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4592324086835738226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4592324086835738226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-thing-led-to-another.html' title='One thing led to another ...'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1WhhSBgd3KI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-9014152664325009941</id><published>2011-07-20T19:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:01:00.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Mind Your Own Business", by Delta 5.



aka more words of advice Rupert Murdoch would have done well to follow.

Be sure to stick around for the very Gang of Four guitar slashing at the end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/9014152664325009941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/9014152664325009941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-of-day_20.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ggBQC52SLis/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1797497358026116644</id><published>2011-07-09T16:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:01:22.457+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><summary type='text'>We are heading off down the highway for a few days, so it figures that things will probably be a little quiet over here at Farmer In The City Central. Chances are that we won't so much be having a holiday as packing up our troubles and taking them to another location, but a change is as good and all of that.

What we won't be doing is travelling in one of these:


(Right click etc to enlarge.)

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1797497358026116644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1797497358026116644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFuEZP-ErnQ/Thftt5FYMFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Rsg6FHBcnN0/s72-c/Kombi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4353773794263963030</id><published>2011-07-08T19:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:55:57.154+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"News of the World", by The Jam.



Or maybe you would prefer "Sunday Papers", by Joe Jackson.



Or, and this is particular favourite that needs no bogus topical excuse, "Rupert Murdoch", by The Reels. I couldn't find it on the 'Tube, but it's short and it's sweet and you can download it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4353773794263963030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4353773794263963030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-of-day_08.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UTbPnOZYxl8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7701905469798216782</id><published>2011-07-06T07:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:26:12.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"I Might", by Wilco.



Hey kids, it's a new song by Wilco.

One of the things that has impressed me about the last couple of Wilco albums (both, in my opinion, essential purchases, although many would disagree) is the way they have managed to do so little with so many. In a good way. Once again, there is a lot of space in this song, but everything that needs to be there is there, and your brain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7701905469798216782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7701905469798216782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-of-day_06.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nNs7NLwuHx0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6763175021208437873</id><published>2011-07-02T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:35:29.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Keep You", by Class Actress.

In the chilly bleakness of another Canberra winter, this is a song that will warm your heart. The only thing I know about it is that it is brand new. Can't even find it on the 'Tube. You can (= should) download it here. (Right-click etc.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6763175021208437873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6763175021208437873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/07/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-972974979920191561</id><published>2011-06-30T19:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:21:20.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>News item of the day</title><summary type='text'>From Harper's Weekly Review:

[A] woman driving down Vroom Street in Jersey City fell asleep at the wheel and crashed into a mattress store.
Isn't that just a little too perfect?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/972974979920191561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/972974979920191561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/news-item-of-day.html' title='News item of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1485673560233003754</id><published>2011-06-28T20:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:42:29.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Moog-y</title><summary type='text'>Even in your darkest hours, you can find enlightenment in:

cover versions of early 70s songs played by John Keating on the Moog.

Such as:



And:



And:



And if you were wondering whether you needed to own the entire album: you probably don't. Much of the rest of it comprises original compositions, which generally speaking haven't survived the passage of time as well as the covers have. Plus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1485673560233003754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1485673560233003754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeling-moog-y.html' title='Feeling Moog-y'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MH_-D1M9DqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7792951202955351948</id><published>2011-06-27T22:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:13:30.099+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Adams New Yorker cover of the day</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7792951202955351948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7792951202955351948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/charles-adams-new-yorker-cover-of-day.html' title='Charles Adams New Yorker cover of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReoEdTQgNfI/Tghzn0u3y9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WqXEUKoUpYw/s72-c/Addams+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-846033712443507580</id><published>2011-06-26T12:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:56:42.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence of the day</title><summary type='text'>I read both of the following sentences within the last 72 hours.

From "Dream Machine", by Rivka Galchen, in the New Yorker, 2 May 2011, page 39:

In the early nineteenth century, a "computer" was any person who computed: someone who did the math for building a bridge, for example.
From "Cryptonomicon", by Neal Stephenson (1999), page 827:

At this point in history (April of 1945) the word that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/846033712443507580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/846033712443507580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/coincidence-of-day.html' title='Coincidence of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2884514629104860191</id><published>2011-06-22T20:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:38:15.825+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"That's What I Heard", by Robert Scott and Adalita Srsen.



While we're on a bit of a Dunedin kick, here is a rather nice little song of recent vintage by Robert Scott, he of The Bats, The Clean, Magick Heads, and assorted solo projects, and Adalita Srsen, who is evidently the singer for Magic Dirt. (I know nothing about Magic Dirt.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2884514629104860191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2884514629104860191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-of-day_22.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wmriu2Rs_Aw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4441928080103133216</id><published>2011-06-21T07:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:23:01.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Tangled Line", by Brave Irene.



Brave Irene are Rose Melberg's new band. Rose may be best known to you as a member of the too-short-lived K Records band Tiger Trap. Or as one half of The Softies. (Sigh.) But here she is, many years after her last "band" project, bringing together a bunch of like-minded dudettes in order to channel the sound of 1980s Dunedin as if she owned it.

I wouldn't be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4441928080103133216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4441928080103133216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-of-day_21.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I0th-vzknB8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-3778954952494541307</id><published>2011-06-18T16:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:39:27.424+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want The One I Can't Have</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
There are four stories of The Smiths.
The first is that of the improbably iconic rock band, fanatically embraced by a legion of hyper-loyal followers. Rarely could even an English football team have been supported in such a partisan, proprietary manner. Hordes of teenage and post-teenage males (in a kind of gender-reversed Beatlemania) lost their bearings over either the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3778954952494541307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3778954952494541307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-one-i-cant-have.html' title='I Want The One I Can&apos;t Have'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7782807626526287799</id><published>2011-06-14T21:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:18:57.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>I seriously don't know what to make of this.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7782807626526287799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7782807626526287799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1yPu58c13Yg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7786786540320006611</id><published>2011-06-11T13:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:05:20.094+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Robot High School", by My Robot Friend.



Just for fun.

There is a little bit of Devo in there somewhere, I suspect.

I find the video a bit disturbing, but you can always listen with your eyes closed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7786786540320006611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7786786540320006611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-of-day_11.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cVFVKE440Ls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8748030057120956233</id><published>2011-06-08T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:53:44.667+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Message To Pretty", by David Kilgour and Martin Phillipps.

One of my favourite Dunedin records (I have a lot of favourite Dunedin records) is the self-titled five-song CD by a one-off sixties covers project called Pop Art Toasters, spearheaded by David Kilgour and Martin Phillipps. Thus I was surprised, nay, delighted, to discover recently the existence of another sixties cover (the original is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8748030057120956233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8748030057120956233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-of-day_08.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6606027204988382121</id><published>2011-06-07T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:19:58.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The other Martin</title><summary type='text'>Martin Rushent died last week. If you are 47 years old, and maybe even if you aren't, his name will appear on more of your favourite records than you would expect. "Dare" is the obvious one, and enough of a feather in the cap for any one person on its own. But if you add to that crucial records by The Stranglers, The Buzzcocks, XTC and Altered Images, plus reputedly coming up with the concept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6606027204988382121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6606027204988382121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-martin.html' title='The other Martin'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2192637756008449685</id><published>2011-06-06T07:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:19:39.582+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;'/><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Tijuana Taxi", by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass.



Hours, well at least minutes, of mirth at our house yesterday morning, thanks to the "random" (boys' word) saxophone honk that appears intermittently throughout this song. Now it's your turn.

Honk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2192637756008449685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2192637756008449685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GzWD4rW_fcg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1457658226042715110</id><published>2011-06-02T07:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:31:25.462+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Music sub-genre of the day</title><summary type='text'>Denis and I spent some productive time yesterday trying to come up with names of bands that released songs that had the same name as the band itself. We didn't get very far. I know there are quite a few out there.

The story so far:

"Laughing Clowns" by Laughing Clowns.
"Talk Talk" by Talk Talk.
"Radio Heart" by Radio Heart. (Technically by "Radio Heart featuring Gary Numan" but what the heck.)
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A sad end to a sad life. I read a New Yorker profile of the man last year. He still had dreams and ambitions, but he also couldn't move too far from his crack pipe. I can't recall any other New Yorker profile where the subject had a crack pipe in his living room. Drugs might screw you up, but if it is the music industry that hooks you on those drugs, what (or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3725597776841055377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3725597776841055377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/youtube-of-day_31.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_b2F-XX0Ol0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1614945250054781633</id><published>2011-05-29T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:02:18.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Evergreen", by John Foxx And The Maths.



In which John Foxx, who has been quietly making records for much of the time since he disappeared from the scene in the mid-80s, teams up with a guy calling himself Benge (not to be confused with the similarly named Benga, dubstep artist; nor, presumably, with Mrs Robert Wyatt), who seems to have accumulated an arsenal of what would appear to be called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1614945250054781633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1614945250054781633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day_29.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M52KKk_kxQ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8189788584001246505</id><published>2011-05-27T07:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:16:07.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan: scaring the children since 1961</title><summary type='text'>As well as being the year of Bob's seventieth birthday, this year marks the fiftieth anniversary, give or take, of his emergence onto, uh, "the scene".

But kids' music?

And yet here he is, doing "This Old Man" (right click etc to download; normal click to listen), taken from a Disney compilation released to raise money for children with AIDS. A worthy cause, indeed, but I'm not entirely sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8189788584001246505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8189788584001246505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/bob-dylan-scaring-children-since-1961.html' title='Bob Dylan: scaring the children since 1961'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-9122753247580150356</id><published>2011-05-24T07:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:02:33.531+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy seventieth birthday, Bob</title><summary type='text'>"Dylan's music is not inspired. His melodies and arrangements are derivative, and his one technical accomplishment, a vivacious, evocative harmonica, does not approach the virtuosity of a Sonny Terry. His strength as a musician is his formidable eclecticism combined with a talent for choosing the right music to go with a given lyric. The result is a unity of sound and word that eludes most of his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/9122753247580150356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/9122753247580150356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-seventieth-birthday-bob.html' title='Happy seventieth birthday, Bob'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4948262495850634462</id><published>2011-05-21T15:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:41:10.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammond be thy name</title><summary type='text'>Jimmy Smith.

Mission Impossible.

QED.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4948262495850634462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4948262495850634462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/hammond-be-thy-name.html' title='Hammond be thy name'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tbaimyg_MW4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-3027699474132029161</id><published>2011-05-20T07:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:22:38.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Satellite (The Bug Remix)", by The Kills.



I don't know squiddly-did about The Kills, but I have a hunch the original sounds very little like this. The Bug, aka Kevin Martin, has been pushing the boundaries of sound, often in several directions at once, for as long as I can remember. Here, he sends the concept of dub out somewhere towards the stratosphere. Bass is the place.

Hands up anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3027699474132029161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3027699474132029161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day_20.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n9q31kh_E9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-5105087057036749137</id><published>2011-05-19T07:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:10:24.208+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Record cover of the day</title><summary type='text'>It's not just a record cover ...

... it's a philosophy.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/5105087057036749137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/5105087057036749137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/record-cover-of-day.html' title='Record cover of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ihqCXbZXM0/TdQ0grW30WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8D-STGEd1Vc/s72-c/dsc04680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8611948533725278180</id><published>2011-05-15T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:55:11.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Look Back In Anger", by David Bowie.



I can't recall ever having seen this video before.

The thing that makes this song transcendent, aside from the very sprightly drumming, is the guitar riff that comes in just before the half way mark. Sublime.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8611948533725278180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8611948533725278180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QEJjASV20kc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4894227470651494161</id><published>2011-05-15T15:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:18:56.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 is not 1961 - or is it?</title><summary type='text'>The first thing that strikes you about this advertisement is how it could have been written in 2011. (It, and the following two ads, actually appeared in the New Yorker magazine in May, 1961.)

The second thing that strikes you is how nice the graphic design is. (This was the era of "Mad Men".)


(Click on the pictures for bigger versions.)

When you have finished providing clean drinking water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4894227470651494161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4894227470651494161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/2011-is-not-1961-or-is-it.html' title='2011 is not 1961 - or is it?'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxU2EDk26rI/Tc9fSU9IbsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XQQDKEWp1zw/s72-c/Fresh+water+from+the+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8677275485486410591</id><published>2011-05-14T16:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:55:02.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day (6)</title><summary type='text'>Whether by intent or necessity (it was later revealed that at this time Neil Young was coming to terms with being the parent of a seriously disabled child; and we have some knowledge of how draining, physically and mentally, that can be) "Hawks &amp; Doves" bears the devil's mark of "contractual obligation". Not without some justification: it was to be his final album for Reprise before jumping ship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8677275485486410591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8677275485486410591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/neil-young-song-of-day-6.html' title='Neil Young song of the day (6)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2458864998747939757</id><published>2011-05-14T16:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:11:26.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Undeadman, ReMMix by Mordant Music", by Shackleton.



Cabaret Voltaire for the 21st century.

Specifically, the Cabaret Voltaire of "2x45".

Mind you, Cabaret Voltaire were so far ahead of their time that they themselves might as well have been called "Cabaret Voltaire for the 21st Century".

In which case, what would you call this? Yesterday's tomorrow's music today? My brain hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2458864998747939757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2458864998747939757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day_14.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Shtj6deg3Uk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-8536386382128343999</id><published>2011-05-12T08:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:44:13.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it "irony"? Or is it just sad?</title><summary type='text'>From Harper's Weekly Review:

"Two imams en route to a North Carolina conference on anti-Muslim prejudice were removed from a commercial flight because their manner of dress was making the pilot uncomfortable".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8536386382128343999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/8536386382128343999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-irony-or-is-it-just-sad.html' title='Is it &quot;irony&quot;? Or is it just sad?'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6159382034597517487</id><published>2011-05-11T07:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:15:26.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Blue Star", by Seapony.



Those roads from today's music that don't lead back to Look Blue Go Purple seem to lead back to somewhere not far away from The Cat's Miaow. Which, obviously, can only be a good thing. It's just kind of funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6159382034597517487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6159382034597517487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day_11.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b2wA4Q6QHAU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2823112193946795310</id><published>2011-05-10T18:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:31:24.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Mubu", by Alberto Baldan Bembo.



You are sitting in a discreet corner of a dimly lit piano bar. You are with your new friend. His name is James Bond. He is drinking a martini. His martini is shaken, not stirred. You, too, are drinking a martini. Your martini, too, is shaken but not stirred, because you are drinking with James Bond. This might well be the music playing in the background.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2823112193946795310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2823112193946795310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day_10.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/URrJKESfnuc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4642029165992888346</id><published>2011-05-09T07:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:09:38.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Le Coeur au bout des Doigts", by Jacqueline Taieb.



A fine little song to get you moving on a Monday morning, and perhaps to start you thinking about the excitement machine that is Eurovision 2011, coming to a telly near you this weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4642029165992888346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4642029165992888346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dy2grbcEBiA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7091935970671939310</id><published>2011-04-27T21:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:32:31.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day (5)</title><summary type='text'>It was as if, after spending the entire ten years since "Rust Never Sleeps" wandering along diverse musical paths by turn moribund and bizarre, embracing everything from electronic music to rockabilly and all (disap)points in between, as if by a miracle all of Neil Young's stars fell into perfect alignment, because in 1989 he delivered "Freedom", a record that surprised everybody by being a Very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7091935970671939310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7091935970671939310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-young-song-of-day-5.html' title='Neil Young song of the day (5)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KKM1TRl6-FU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6797946132793539770</id><published>2011-04-27T07:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:29:30.614+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes another veteran of the punk wars</title><summary type='text'>RIP Poly Styrene.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6797946132793539770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6797946132793539770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-goes-another-veteran-of-punk-wars.html' title='There goes another veteran of the punk wars'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DGROSJbCPV8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7653855249245373064</id><published>2011-04-25T18:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:51:17.327+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day (4)</title><summary type='text'>On the other hand, some Neil Young songs are just good wholesome fun. This is as close to punk rock as Neil ever got, I think: even "Hey Hey, My My (Into The Black)", which famously name-checks Johnny Rotten, is more black sludge than punk (but in a good way). And so what if it was "only" 15 years after the event; and anyway it's not as if he wasn't listening).

"Piece Of Crap".

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7653855249245373064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7653855249245373064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-young-song-of-day-4.html' title='Neil Young song of the day (4)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Um6rDf6k2l4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7807927347016946033</id><published>2011-04-24T13:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:01:07.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day (3)</title><summary type='text'>Neil's 2005 album, "Prairie Wind", harks back to acoustic country-folk outings like "Comes A Time". But you would probably be happier going back to "Comes A Time" itself, given that this time around the acoustic-guitar-driven ballads, though of a uniformly high quality, are interspersed with, uh, other types of songs. One comes across as some kind of a paranoid-conspiracy song. One is, let's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7807927347016946033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7807927347016946033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-young-song-of-day-3.html' title='Neil Young song of the day (3)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-3009944699097481336</id><published>2011-04-23T20:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:34:45.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day (2)</title><summary type='text'>It would be wrong to call "Trans" Neil Young's most divisive album, because pretty much everybody agreed that it was awful. Including his record company. I hadn't listened to it until last week. I would like to be the one to tell you that it has improved with age, that it is not as bad as people have made out. But I really can't. What was he thinking? We can only guess. Young seems quick to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3009944699097481336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/3009944699097481336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-young-song-of-day-2.html' title='Neil Young song of the day (2)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eblFQppJfyg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2143716501691843547</id><published>2011-04-22T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:58:59.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Young song of the day</title><summary type='text'>Astute readers will remember that a couple of years ago I almost got lost in a spiral vortex of Neil Young obsession, specifically 1970s Neil. Conventional wisdom (which is sometimes correct, just as cliches had some meaning before they became cliches) has it that "Live Rust" was the end of an era, and that from that point on Young lost his way, if not entirely then for the most part. (One listen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2143716501691843547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2143716501691843547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/neil-young-song-of-day.html' title='Neil Young song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7019859954324772786</id><published>2011-04-21T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:26.457+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Blitzkrieg Bop", by The Ramones.

Punk rock barrage? Not a bit of it. This is pure pop.


Happy Easter. May all your bunnies be made of Haigh's chocolate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7019859954324772786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7019859954324772786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1911376819030454212</id><published>2011-04-14T07:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:12:58.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Department of Nobody Tells Me Anything</title><summary type='text'>What? Charles Shaar Murray has discovered the internet and I didn't know about it?

(I wonder how long he will keep it up.)

Along with Paul Morley and Ian Penman, CSM's writings for the NME in the early eighties turned me into the hairy brute I am today.

I'm optimistically adding a link over there on the right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1911376819030454212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1911376819030454212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/department-of-nobody-tells-me-anything.html' title='Department of Nobody Tells Me Anything'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6960816280150075174</id><published>2011-04-09T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:45:06.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day (3)</title><summary type='text'>"All I Want", by LCD Soundsystem.



Last weekend I was lucky enough to catch, by chance, the last three songs of the last LCD Soundsystem concert, which was streamed, in a somewhat professional manner suggesting DVD release in the near future, on Pitchfork. This song, fittingly, was one of those last three songs.

LCD had a fascinating career arc, going from total non-"band" in the early '00s to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6960816280150075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6960816280150075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/song-of-day-3.html' title='Song of the day (3)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MLPeQ9U_f-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7831897819269686301</id><published>2011-04-09T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:16:24.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day (2)</title><summary type='text'>"Saga Of The Ageing Orphan", by Thin Lizzy. (NOT "Saga Of Ageing Orphans", as the YouTube says. Also, this is a different version from what appears on the album, but I think I quite like it.)



This one is dedicated, well, I could just as easily dedicate it to myself, I suppose, but this time it is dedicated to my cousin Gay, whose mother, my Auntie Margaret, died last week. I wrote at some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7831897819269686301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7831897819269686301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/song-of-day-2.html' title='Song of the day (2)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w1oSy36puvE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1261455071181493896</id><published>2011-04-09T16:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:01:21.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day (1)</title><summary type='text'>"Deeper Understanding", by Kate Bush.



It's not every day that you get to say "Here's a new Kate Bush song." And I suppose you can't quite say it here, as what this really is is New Kate Bush For Old. Her forthcoming album is a reworking of old material, but what is particularly exciting for this listener is that the two albums that she is revisiting, "The Sensual World" and "The Red Shoes", </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1261455071181493896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1261455071181493896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/song-of-day-1.html' title='Song of the day (1)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H5UsjqXXcZ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-7584601237080357050</id><published>2011-04-06T20:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:22:06.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Clowns times two</title><summary type='text'>Found a link to these high-quality live Clowns tunes on the Prince Melon website. This is living.

"Everything That Flies":



"Come One, Come All":

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7584601237080357050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/7584601237080357050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/found-link-to-these-high-quality-live.html' title='Laughing Clowns times two'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xGqPficOydE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-725723652508571733</id><published>2011-04-05T08:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:15:47.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Safety Net", by The Shop Assistants.



This song is as strong a blast of fresh air today as it was 25 years ago.

I actually saw someone wearing one of those Boy George caps the other day. I guess everything comes back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/725723652508571733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/725723652508571733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MugWrKFcGS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6107207541585380585</id><published>2011-03-29T07:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:29:52.069+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Smoking Her Wings", by The Bats.



Let's take a trip back to 1988, a time when Dunedin bands were capable of unfeasible greatness. (And haven't New Zealand done well in the cricket World Cup? Cue the immortal words of Mike Williamson, in a different sporting context: "I tipped this!")

I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it, to the extent that if I ever get back to the list of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6107207541585380585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6107207541585380585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-of-day_29.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2ZstJxLW5WM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1982726983184241219</id><published>2011-03-26T08:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:49:52.261+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The hot new thing that's got the whole world talking</title><summary type='text'>The only thing better than listening to The Beatles is listening to The Beatles In Mono. (Hint: click on the cover pictures for more of what you fancy.)

Ever since I bought my first complete set of Beatles albums on vinyl, in the early eighties, I have been vaguely troubled by the fake stereo separation evident on, particularly, the early albums. You kind of knew that Ringo wasn't really sitting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1982726983184241219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1982726983184241219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/hot-new-thing-thats-got-whole-world.html' title='The hot new thing that&apos;s got the whole world talking'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6062449609910365681</id><published>2011-03-20T15:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:56:54.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This goes with that (antipodean edition)</title><summary type='text'>The second album by Grinderman is, to my ears, far more satisfying than the first. The perceived intention behind the first album was to locate the precise nature of the change in direction forced upon the Bad Seeds by the departure of Mick Harvey. The brilliance of that plan was borne out by the success of "Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!!", the resultant Seeds record. Thus, in a sense, Grinderman's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6062449609910365681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6062449609910365681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-goes-with-that-antipodean-edition.html' title='This goes with that (antipodean edition)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/30U1-5-k1P4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1247188321916702345</id><published>2011-03-16T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:19:08.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Three songs</title><summary type='text'>One:

"Calamity Song", by The Decemberists.



This is perhaps the least representative song on their new album, and it doesn't include what, for me, is the record's main drawcard, viz., the backing vocals of Gillian Welch. What it does have is Peter Buck on guitar, and, for all of the band's protestations that they weren't going for an REM sound as much as a "Peter Buck" sound, this song carries</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1247188321916702345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1247188321916702345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-songs.html' title='Three songs'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lcGSEbfegrs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1041140922536129989</id><published>2011-03-13T13:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:34:49.307+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"The Great X-1", by The Informatics.

(Click to play. Right click to download.) (Somebody please let me know if this works. I am experimenting with something.)

With synth wave, cold wave, minimal wave or whatever wave being one of the flavours of 2010/11, it is worth remembering that Australia had a very strong synth-band contingent back around the start of the 80s.

Imagine: the small bar at an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1041140922536129989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1041140922536129989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-of-day_13.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hgKKKaU6nKY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4971919577678614597</id><published>2011-03-12T15:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:45:25.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><summary type='text'>"Sticky Music", by Sandii &amp; The Sunsetz.



Some things just stick in your mind.

Surprisingly, this was something of a hit in Australia. Surprisingly not because it isn't a very catchy song (it is), but because Japanese acts (I think it's fair to say; no research undertaken) tend not to do well here. Which is our loss, considering that they are at least the equals of anyone else in the world in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4971919577678614597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4971919577678614597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AxSV8Xu0RUk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-4758633441733236143</id><published>2011-03-09T20:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:49:24.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTubes of the day</title><summary type='text'>Comic Relief edition.


In which Noel Fielding channels his inner Kate Bush:





and Adrian Edmondson portrays the dying swan (with some help from another familiar face):

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4758633441733236143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/4758633441733236143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtubes-of-day-comic-relief-edition.html' title='YouTubes of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/du4uH1fC9B8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6470717246383499903</id><published>2011-03-07T07:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T07:22:56.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Zone</title><summary type='text'>Get these while they're hot.


























Always check the asterisk.

Found in the New Yorker, early 1961.

Click to enlarge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6470717246383499903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6470717246383499903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/commercial-zone.html' title='Commercial Zone'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LFE-NQ_57FU/TXPsItwodoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T0vqgfXTBMk/s72-c/Mantovani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2617314631100170260</id><published>2011-03-05T07:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:29:09.072+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we said goodbye to Ella, the little black St Kilda street cat who has been with us almost forever. She has been an integral part of our family for all of the boys' lives, and well before that, and we will miss her. We were lucky to have her around for so long, I suppose, but just now that's not how we are feeling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2617314631100170260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2617314631100170260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/aint-no-sunshine-when-shes-gone.html' title='Ain&apos;t no sunshine when she&apos;s gone'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-6815211257660362977</id><published>2011-03-04T07:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:18:14.969+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube of the day</title><summary type='text'>"United Provinces of India", by Cornershop.



You may have thought that Cornershop released "Brimful of Asha" back in 1996 and then stopped. You would be wrong. They have released two albums and several singles since then, all of them excellent. They might have raised a middle finger to the music industry, but that's not the same thing. This clip would appear to be a track from their forthcoming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6815211257660362977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/6815211257660362977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-of-day.html' title='YouTube of the day'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V-S_plBC1BQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-2520888309857891025</id><published>2011-02-26T15:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:19:13.104+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted Scenes</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
Longstanding readers will be aware that I have, from time to time, replayed on the pages of this blog mundane and uneventful episodes from what might at a stretch be called my life and times. The following unconnected snippets represent the scenes that presently lie on the cutting-room floor, perhaps one day to be retrieved and turned into their own little short film, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2520888309857891025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/2520888309857891025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/02/deleted-scenes.html' title='Deleted Scenes'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269656.post-1092547624743339364</id><published>2011-02-25T11:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:07:05.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This goes with that (sleight return)</title><summary type='text'>"Hark, The Herald Angels Sing", a Peel Session recording by The Fall, and "Pretend We're Dead", by L7. Strange bedfellows indeed, but there it is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1092547624743339364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269656/posts/default/1092547624743339364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sendinthecows.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-goes-with-that-sleight-return.html' title='This goes with that (sleight return)'/><author><name>stan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
