everywhere

Jenny Everywhere is everywhere (via Plums). I feel like saying "oh Parker, well done!", 'cept that'd be silly.

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Been listening to the Pogues this morning, strangely enuf. In the early '90s I had some dealings with some earnest types who thought the glorious socialist future would be heralded by Celtic folkpunk and a bit of Billy Bragg. How wrong they were. Upon relistening, none of it's bad at all -- it's just the constellation of all that stuff as a kind of nostalgic identity politics that's so lame, and almost offensive. (I can just see those clueless boys, after a good day's macho antics to cover up their faithful tailing of social democracy, gazing into the distance and musing, "I just wanna find a good working class gell" in some fake "socialist worker" accent, and then start quoting tearily from Trotsky's last testament: "Natasha has just come up to the window from the courtyard.. I can see the bright green strip of grass beneath the wall...". Feh.) Although now the songs play in my head rather differently:

Kissed a grrl by the factory wall
Dirrty old town
Dirrty old town

And I hear "Will chop you down like an old dead tree" as "I'll shut you down like an old touchscreen". Huh? It reminds me of the time I went to see Billy Bragg (yes, I saw him live), and he was actually quite funny, talking about his favourite misheard Bragg lyrics, like "With the money from the accident she bought herself a mobile phone" from "Levi Stubbs' Tears", and being on tour in the US and getting the crowd to sing along to the chorus of "The Marching Song Of The Covert Battalions": "Ta-run-ta-ra, ta-run-ta-ra, We're making the world safe for capitalism -- except when they were singing along, they fucking meant it!".