the sound of music

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i've known from the very get-go that this would happen. in his defence he was brutally honest, he told me he was leaving for pastures new at the end of june. i thought he was full of shit, everybody i've ever known has been leaving for pastures new at the end of june for the last thirty years or so. it must be a weather thing. or some thing.


at this juncture i would like to say a resounding and unconditional thank you to weezle mcweezler for his invaluable contribution to this podcast over the last fourteen weeks. absolutely effing priceless! little over three months ago, robin jackson had a brilliant idea in the garden of sudley house, the ancestral pile of the famous and influential holt family, now a gallery and ornate garden.


the brilliant idea was this: "you should do a radio show on the internet, it'd be really good and if only we listened to it, it would still be ace just because it's there." or words to that effect. when people say things like that to me i tend to ignore them and hope they'll go away. remember, i am one of life's great lazy bastards and hitherto don't let anything get in the way of my easy life and/or countdown. this brilliant idea may very well have gone to the wall had i not stumbled upon weezle looking longingly in a tattoo studio window. i told him the gist of robin jackson's brilliant idea, he picked up my ball and ran with it. he so fast and far i couldn't keep up, i had to concede, we were gonna have to act on robin jackson's brillliant idea.


so we did.


fourteen weeks later we're still on-line every week, never missing a beat and nearly always on time. if you listen to this nonsense regularly, you'll notice that i'm constantly amazed by the reaction i receive to this, the amount of love shown can be disproportionate to the amount of work i put in. and the work i put in can never over-shadow the hard work and effort and time weezle has put in to make these broadcasts entertaining and listenable from the raw materials i pass on to him. i myself, marvel at his skills in turning potential shite into base metal into gold, and for that i will be eternally grateful.


it really was one of my favourite fortuitous meetings ever, bumping into weezle like that, he had the software, know-how and the will to get it started asap and get this show soaring skywards. i'll miss his presence here every monday, and even though i have a new 'knob-twiddler' beginning next week -the incomparable and more than capable, sike upstairs- the first stage of the sound of music has flashed by in the batting of an eyelid and has proved a success we never could have imagined and the weezle is every bit as responsible as i am.


thank you weezle, without you it would never have existed. there would be just silence.


this week: we lost a weezler and gained a sike. or something.


WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY FROM POP MUSIC.


beach baby.....first class.
city for sale (beat pharmacy dub).....floppy sounds.
skunk (sonically speaking).....mc5
life's a gas (dub).....black mustang/kerrier district.
melody.....serge gainsbourg.
bring on the love (why can't we be friends again).....gloria jones.
with a little help from my friends.....chris clark.
robot eyes.....chicken lips presents 'zeefungk'.
big gay heart.....the lemonheads.
washing machine.....mr fingers.
let's stick together.....wilbert harrison.
when the levee breaks.....led zeppelin.
don't let the sun catch you crying.....gerry & the pacemakers.


presented in abstract form by mr bernard connor. deconstructed to tiny bits and reassmbled with all the zeal of a five year old child by weezle von weezlestein. for the last time.




welcome sike upstairs. he shall lead us into future battles. long may he reign.