Music sounds great to me...although after the concert I went to last night everything is now in left channel mono. I stood too close to the speakers on my right side and that ear has been ringing since the music stopped. Still, if you get a chance to see Josh Ritter in concert a bit of tinnitus is worth it. He is an incredible songwriter and performer and playing in his hometown makes it all the more special.
But that isn't who I'm here to talk about today. I'm here to tell you about a Jamie T, an amazing and frenetic songwriter from South London. Anyone who can take the stage solo with nothing but a bass guitar and keep a crowd in rapt attention is worth a listen. And unravelling his amazing and convoluted English slang is worth a listen as well.
Here are two songs from his debut CD Panic Prevention. The first is a great song called, "If you go the money", which isn't so much about sex as it is about all the clueless jerks out there who manage to attract gorgeous girlfriends who would probably be much happier with someone a bit more interesting...someone like me, or Jamie T! I love the video.
If you've got the money
I think it would be funny oh ohoh
To take your girl,
spend a bit of your cash for me!
'Cause then she might be happy
No longer lonely oh oh oh
And I could take her out the next day
for pretty much free!
if you got the money
And finally the second song..."Sheila" wich is really pretty sad but such a great piece of songwriting. And who can resist a video of macaques destroying a house??
Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night
she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that
fellas will be fellas till the end of time
(good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the english tongue)
Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
and jay went the same way as mickey and dan
a pen to mans upon the arrow wans
and man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,
well done jack, glug down that cider,
your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her
not like what he stopped so shocked
cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
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