Scotch up yer iPod ya schemey wee radge!
Dec. 29th, 2004 08:55 pm
Momus wanders around his home city of Edinburgh, Scotland waffling about bagpipes, heads on stakes, a painting called 'Bling Bling', the new parliament building, sheep and ghost droppings, and how he once stuck his tongue, for erotic thrills, into an Oxfam worker's tea. Finally he asks his mother to rebirth him and she says no.
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Date: 2004-12-30 05:22 am (UTC)You almost have a Tony Blair Scots accent. Hee hee.
My grandfather had the thickest Glasgow brogue up until the day he died and he had lived in the U.S. since he was 16. He stubbornly held onto that accent to the very end. The funny thing is he taught English and choir at a private school in New Jersey. His students could barely understand him. I would have loved to have sat in on one of his classes.
I went back and listened to XTC's Apple Venus vol. 1 and noticed the Wicker Man references that appear masked as pastoral pleasantries. A surprising discovery because I had no knowledge of the Wicker Man film when the album first came out.
I never got much of a Wicker Man feeling from your and Laplantine's Summerisle work. I never got to the bottom of that album. I need to go back to it.
My name is Leith like your river and seaport.