Had a rummage in a charity shop vinyl section at the weekend.  Naught but Mrs Mills at the piano, Golden Parade of Pops 1976, Val Doonican and Orchestral Sounds of Tijuana. There was me ready to splash a small amount of cash too. But no. The crates have all been dug.


No garden today. Today I had to work. Periodically, ‘they’ let the boarding school students out to see the real world, and buy stuff.

As duties go, getting what was effectively five hours to wander round Leeds city centre browsing in record shops and going for a big bowl of spicy chicken noodle soup has to rate among my Most Preferred.


Mmmm…  Bún gà Huế… Just delicious, from Pho, in Trinity Kitchen

Music finds, courtesy of Crash Records: Du Blonde (the continuing wonders of Beth Jeans Houghton), and Nozinja:

Coaches, headcount, bosh. “Not a bad shift…”
Back to the shovel next week.

Selling some vinyl records online this evening, which has taken up most of my online attention. Ah, lovely vinyls. I’ll miss you, but times are tough, now, just getting tougher.

Here is Macka B offering praise to the 7″ record format, ‘Never played a 45’:

Note to self: must earmark proceeds for children, not Prince records.

Prince Rogers Nelson has died.

Listening to records this evening.


Today, we celebrate the jazz musicians Miff Mole and Bennie Moten.

It’s not Mole’s birthday, although we are at least in the same month he died, but I like an opportunity for alliteration, as afforded yesterday by Loretta Lynn’s birthday. Also, we have a ‘pick a record’ pre-bedtime dance with the kids, and tonight our young one’s choice was Miff Mole and his Molers.


Which led to some intense interpretive dance manoeuvres, as well as inspiring this post.
The tracks below are late-ish – 1929 – but you can hear Mole’s distinctive trombone style.àembed/fqIn9TUlnHY?rel=0

Next to Miff Mole and His Molers among the jazz on the shelves is another 1920s innovator,  Bennie Moten.


There’s a fantastic looking playlist on YouTube that’s totally unavailable in the UK – boo! BOO!! – so you shall have to make do with these til I get a satisfactory means of ‘archiving’ my own copies.

First, the legendary composition by Moten and Thamon Hayes (his trombonist, coincidentally), South:

Elephant’s Wobble:

The sleeve notes on pretty much all my Moten records single out the ‘irritating’ mute clarinet effects for displeasure, although I think they’re hilarious. Given the rest of the band are doing quite as much fucking about, it seems more a mark of po-faced jazz beard strokery than there being a ‘correct’ way to which Woody Walder was not adhering. Not sure of the significance of the image of the baseball players here, but it’s the best sounding version. The raggediness of the timing on this makes my brain giddy.

Closing with this later entry from 1929…

THAT’S what I’m talking about!

First day of Easter holidays today, with the earlier finish coming not a moment too soon. Plenty of activities plotted, including an exciting project coming to fruition in tomorrow’s ‘Sunday in the garden’.

This evening, it’s ‘taking it easy with digital tunes to alphabetize records by’.


The disks’ve been shelved fairly haphazardly since we moved again in October, but after trying to locate a record for about 10 minutes just there, something’s got to be done…

Following an interminable six day working week, we have an old pal coming round for some libations. We’ll be mostly chattering and listening to records.

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Hope you too have a lovely Saturday.