I have been challenged by Sarah at Mum of Three World to choose my desert island discs. When you love music it is a remarkably difficult feat to pick just 8 songs, but I shall give it a go, on the proviso that if you ask me tomorrow, or next week, you will probably get a different eight tracks…
Cardiacs – To Go Off And Things….
I am not a person who thinks ‘Ooh, being trapped on a desert island would be lovely’. I don’t do beach holidays, I like life and bustle – something I struggle with just by living in a small town these days, let alone a beach with nobody in sight. This song will remind me of the joy and horror of town life. ‘Squalor is at large in tidy suburbia….’ and that is how I like it. Plus it is one of the best weird videos ever made, by one of the best weird bands ever to exist. I love them.
The Stranglers – Always The Sun
It is a hot desert island right? So in order to appreciate one of it’s only redeeming features beside the lack of McDonalds, this song should chirp me up a bit, in a mellow sort of a fashion. Although I will require some shade…..I need more info on this desert island. Is there a spa? A bar? A pool?
Queens of the Stone Age – Make It Wit Chu
Phew, this song is smoulderingly good. It reminds me of getting together with my other half. See, I can be romantic sometimes….
Peter Cook – The Ballad of Spotty Muldoon
Syd, bless him, had a bad case of baby spots when he was a newborn, and being horrible people, we used to sing this all the time. It made him smile though, so it isn’t all bad, plus it is by the genius that is Peter Cook.
X-Ray Spex – Oh Bondage, Up Yours
The first time I realised girls could totally kick rock’n’roll arse too was when I heard this. Pure undiluted awesome sauce. How can you argue with a song that starts with this line:-
“Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think
Oh bondage up yours!”
Billy Bragg – No One Knows Nothing Anymore
I love Lord Billington of Bragg, have done since my teenage years. Great song writing with amazing lyrics, and a great speaker too. Have seen him many times over the years, most recently at the nearby Tolpuddle Martyrs Festival, where it was also my pleasure to listen to another hero’s speech, Tony Benn. RIP Mr Benn, have never listened to a wiser man speak, but Mr Bragg is close behind you, and this more recent track by him is a current favourite.
Green Day – Brain Stew
There is no way I could leave this band out, and if possible can I just sneak in their entire back catalogue?! If I am only allowed one song then I will have this song, as it is a dual purpose song- not only is it by my favourite band, it also reminds me heavily of being a first time Mum, a magical and sleep deprived time.
Adam Ant – Stand and Deliver
My first and most enduring musical love. The first record I bought was by him, I still have his picture on my bedroom wall, and I am already getting excited about going to see him live next month. Here he is in iconic Highway Man garb. I always did like a bad boy.
So that is my 8 songs. Or today’s 8 songs at least. Apparently I can have a bible, and the works of Shakespeare. Hmmmm. Not overally enthralled by either of those, but they are at least big books, and paper is handy for starting fires. My own book of choice would be The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams- a brilliant, brilliant book, and handily emblazoned with the words ‘Don’t Panic’ on the cover – useful advice indeed when one finds oneself marooned.
We are allowed a luxury item too. You know what has puzzled me all these years, they never say how you are supposed to listen to all these songs. Are they just dumping you with a stack of vinyl and no deck? I guess records could make a useful sort of roof tiling for ones hut?! I assume though that they are providing us with a record player or some sort, and the electricity needed to power it. In which case, can I have my phone too – so I can call for a lift home. I am not really an outdoor sort of a girl, I mean, a couple of days at a festival is fine, but then I want a hot bath followed by my sofa, so I would definitely be ringing for rescue. No phone signal you say?! OK, a lifetimes supply of biscuits then please. Can’t stomach eating fish.