Here’s to you Mrs Robinson

Life laps gently at my feet. I don’t want it to carry me way or knock me over. Lapping is good.

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Last night, as My Geek travelled home, there was a scene to behold. Two ladies, one large, sat on the train. They were in their early forties. They were nourishing two lads, twenty years their junior, with beer.

"You are going to fuck us when we get home, aren’t you?" the larger lady said quite lucidly.

The lads looked sheepish. They gave a noncommittal response in the positive.

"I want you to fuck me hard"

Let’s hope her dreams came true.

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Life knocks some people over.

Sometimes I want to write about my day job. I meet fascinating people. The grit of life forms words that whisper in my ears. Tissues wet. Plans form to stop the deluge. I believe in confidentiality. The best stories fade away.

The stories keep coming and they keep fading.


Fabpants Recommends: We are all machines. We just don’t know it.

Download MP3: Machine Boy – Jamie (sorry, this link has died)

My mum dusted him every day.



Download MP3: Passion Pit – Sleepyhead (courtesy of indiemuse.com)

I have a sleepyhead today. The Passion Pit 'Chunk of Change EP' has been with me since last November, and is still getting regular airplay. Let this song build before you decide whether you like it or not:

My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead




Download MP3: Passion Pit – I’ve got Your Number (courtesy of kissatlanta.com)

I’ve always felt so scared of all this needing
Everyone that I’ve met has been somewhat mistreated




Download MP3: The Low Anthem – Charlie Darwin (courtesy of fensepost.com)

Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower
Haven from the world and her decay

'Charlie Darwin' is not indicative of The Low Anthem’s 2008 release 'Oh My God, Charlie Darwin'. It’s a rather gruff affair, with some gut pummelling shanties and late night tales.

As a whole, the album does not gel. For 'To the Ghosts who write History Books' I felt the wince reaction. Crooner Alert.

'Champion Angel' is wailed in that "For some odd reason I think wailing is heartfelt" kind of way. Wailing is never sincere, as much as the wailer might try.

I fear that the worst of the 80s has inspired parts of this album.

All the same, 'Charlie Darwin' is a truly brilliant track and I must share it. It's the best of the tracks that I'm recommending today.




As I’ve started, I may as well continue with this 'has potential, but sadly fails' diatribe. No offence to anyone concerned. The fact I listened to your full release means that you tempted me with talent.

I have been listening to the new album from 'Here We Go Magic'. In their words, "It is a lovely ruckus." I listened to the album three times and it got worse with every listen.

The brain says, this is different, how avant-garde, I should like this. Then there is this smell of shit that gently wafts from the speakers. To start with, it’s subtle. Then it takes over. Some of these tracks may have lived up someone’s bottom.

The track I’d recommend, if any, is called 'Everything’s Big'. It isn’t available to stream online, but I’m sure that you can find it on torrents.

Some people love the 'Here We Go Magic' album. It’s one of those divisive releases. Brooklyn’s contribution to popular music continues.

For gigs, perhaps I should have visited Brooklyn in 2008 or 2009, and not in 2004. Tom's Diner, Brooklyn Botanic Gardens and The Union Club, were as rock 'n' roll as Brooklyn got for me. My trip to the States was pretty rock 'n' roll though. Don’t get me wrong.

If I went now, I wouldn’t be able to recall Asbury Park, aka 'Beirut by the Shore', as it was five years ago. The Great Bamboozle was the name of a festival in Asbury Park, New Jersey (a short hop from New York). M Ward and Sonic Youth played in 2004.

The Great Bamboozle describes the whole day. It started with a suicide on the railway tracks. Asbury Park. What a town. The American dream is this town. Gay pride, a small and sedate affair, sat on a grass square next to The Stone Pony music bar and festival venue. The town owes its resurgence to gay pride.

Asbury Park was a mess. The powers that be charged a fee to walk on the cold and windswept beach. The promenade, the shops and the attractions were long dead.

There was something quite beautiful about the crumbling buildings, the potholes, the struggling, but aspirational gay community, and the well-dressed African American’s heading to and from church.

Today, I am going to finish with something that’s light and cheery, but strangely sad. It’s from Mali, Africa.

I have no idea what the song is about, but, in my mind, it’s like the dreamy sister of Paper Planes (M.I.A.). Maybe it’s just that 2008 sound. Why am I still in 2008? What is this hold that it has on me? This is one of those tracks that I downloaded and then forgot about. There are a lot of them.

Download MP3: Amadou & Mariam - Sabali (courtesy of theyoungturks.co.uk)



For your information, someone is singing in the flat upstairs and it sounds bloody awful.