WAKE UP THE NATION

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seems a lifetime since i played my first guest dj sets at a Rock And Roll Lounge gig, just over five years to be precise as you can see above, but i have done so many times since, and not just as a guest, for a while now i have been the official number two, assisting the boss man on every occasion where possible and alone at separate gigs.

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but now, The Generalissimo has got The Rock and Roll Lounge a weekly residency at the Frog And Parrot in Sheffield. a venue close to our hearts as he has played at least one friday a month there for ages and we have done loads of successful bank holidays there together (see above), but now weekly. every friday is a Rock And Roll Lounge takeover between 9pm and 1am.

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and sensibly we (he) has decided that it is beyond the scope of one person to do every week, so we are splitting it, and last night i did my first solo set. odd thing is, i have played there so many times before, but as my first time on a friday night, on my own, i was bloody nervous! however, the place was pretty busy and as always there, a very receptive crowd. so i plugged in and got em groovin’.

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for those who may be interested, here is last night’s setlist.

 
(I’m A) Road Runner – All-Stars/Junior Walker/Junior Walker
Going to a Go-Go – The Miracles
Dirty Water – The Standells
96 Tears – ? and the Mysterions
I Fought The Law – Bobby Fuller Four
The Letter – The Box Tops
Respect – Aretha Franklin
My Guy – Mary Wells
Heaven Must Have Sent You – Continental Four
Makin’ up Time – The Holidays
Check It Baby – Willie & The Mighty Magnificents
Mickeys Monkey – Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
The Onion Song – Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
My Girl – The Dualers
Till the End of the Day – The Kinks
Sha-La-La-La-Lee – The Small Faces
Valleri – The Monkees
Sorrow – Merseys
Honky Tonk Woman – Rolling Stones
Green Onions – Booker T. & the MG’s
Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) – The Doors
Zoot Suit – High Numbers
Grooving With Mr Bloe – Mr Bloe
Face Of A Loser – Tom Jones
Open The Door To Your Heart – Darrell Banks
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Diana Ross
Spinnin Top – The Orlons
You Can’t Sit Down – The Dovells
Mr Big Stuff – Jean Knight
I Can’t Turn You Loose – Otis Redding
Licking Stick-Licking Stick – James Brown & The Famous Flames
Got to Give it Up – Marvin Gaye
It’s Your Thing – The Isley Brothers
Pump It Up – Elvis Costello
Gimme Shelter – Merry Clayton
Tighten Up – Archie Bell and the Drells
I Thank You – Sam & Dave
Too Much Too Young – The Specials
Missing Words – The Selector
Special Brew – Bad Manners
The Horse – Cliff Nobles
I Believe in Miracles – Jackson Sisters
Thank You – Sly & the Family Stone
Parrty, Pt.1 – Maceo & the Macks
Kools Back Again – Kool & the Gang
Get Down With It – Little Richard
I Know You Got Soul – Bobby Byrd
Geno – Dexys Midnight Runners
Should I Stay or Go Now  – The Clash
Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t Have) –  The Buzzcocks
Pretty Vacant – The Sex Pistols
Going Underground – The Jam
Teenage Kicks – The Undertones
There’s a Ghost in My House –  R. Dean Taylor
Green Door – Wynder K. Frog
The Snake – Al Wilson
Tainted Love – Gloria Jones
Jimmy Mack Martha Reeves/The Vandellas
Just a Little Misunderstanding – The Contours
Snatching it Back – Clarence Carter
I Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) –  Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings
Blow Your Head –  Fred Wesley & the J.B.’s
Brothers on the Slide – Cymande
The World (Is Going Up in Flames) – Charles Bradley
Ordinary Joe – Terry Callier
Better Man – Leon Bridges
Love Of The Common People –  Nicky Thomas
Guns of Navarone – The Skatalites
Monkey Man – Toots & the Maytals
Rudy A Message To You – Dandy Livingstone
The Harder They Come – Jimmy Cliff
Return of Django – The Upsetters
Liquidator – Harry J All Stars
Israelites – Desmond Dekker & The Aces
Long Shot Kick de Bucket – The Pioneers
Red Red Wine – Tony Tribe
Young, Gifted and Black – Bob & Marcia
Double Barrel – Dave & Ansel Collins
Wonderful World, Beautiful People – Jimmy Cliff
Louie, Louie – Toots & the Maytals
Sympathy for the Devil – Sandie Shaw
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction – Incredible Bongo Band
Killing – The Apples
see you at the next one?
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Sime.
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WHERE I SHOULD BE: Ace Things Coming.

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I’ve started to blog again. “about bloody time” and “you’ve said this before fatty” I hear you all shout. yeah, I know, but this time I mean it. I have been asked to contribute to a local production studio’s website with my own views on music and the culture around it. the first few are all about me, not in some ego driven “aren’t I amazing” way of writing, more in a “here I am, this is WHY I am like I am” way.

I shall be posting the links to the entries here also, so you can get to read them too (obviously you COULD subscribe to the Ace Things site) I have already had two published, just sent the third.

so that’s that, but before I leave I shall ask you to go to the Ace Things website anyway and have a look at what it is they actually do. you won’t regret it.

PART ONE: REMEMBER HOW WE STARTED

PART TWO: I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT YOU

ACE THINGS WEBSITE

 

SLOW DOWN

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plenty of people are asking, so let me get one thing straight. I AM NOT DYING. i’m not 100% but i am NOT DYING. YET.

well, in so much as we all are from the moment we are born. but i have NOT had a heart attack, i am fine. ish.

we’ll go back a bit. i’ll explain.

Barnsley played Huddersfield in a pre season friendly. i walked down with the boy, and after the match we walked home. i stopped once to catch my breath and give my back a rest. not unusual in itself, other than i only stopped the once whereas i normally have two breathers.. then we played Ipswich. walked down with the boy, no problems, then we walked home. five tines i stopped. this time not just the usual back related issue (consequences of a fused ankle and being fat). no, this time my chest felt as though it was being ripped open. i finally got back in the house, and after a minute in the kitchen i went to the bathroom. after doing what needed to be done, i then went and lay on the bed for a short while. The Enemy went to pick the dog up from her mums/drop the boy off at work/get some shopping and by the time she got home the pains had subsided sufficiently enough for me to say “yes, i am ok” when she came home. watched some telly, went to bed.

during the night the pains came back, kept me awake most of it and made me feel bloody nauseous to boot. at the time my alarm should have been going off ready for me to go to work i was in no state to get up and go, so i rang to tell them. a few hours later it was decided i would/should call the doctor. my own surgery being shut (sunday) i rang the out of hours NHS line (BLESS THE NHS!) and answered so many questions i thought i was being interrogated! they then told me a doctor would call me back within the hour, which he did. and asked me all the questions i had just been asked. he determined that it was “unlikely” that i had suffered a “cardiac event” (a phrase that was to become familiar in the upcoming few days). he advised a course of ibuprofen and gaviscon. yup, that’s right. i took some, and it DID ease the pain. how odd. he also said to rest, so it was decided i would have the monday off too and return to work tuesday.

monday came around and something in me made me want to actually see a real doctor face to face. you know, to get the old stethoscope treatment, just to be safe. so i rang and made an appointment, which meant speaking to the receptionoist, who got the doctor to call me back to “discuss if he NEEDED to see me”. apparently this is how it is done now. he called, i was asked all the questions yet again and he agreed i needed to visit, so a date was made for friday (day off).

tuesday morning came, off i set to work, got there, started to set my stuff up for the day and the familiar pain started to appear again. went into the office with my manager and told her what was up, and to her credit she suggested i went to the hospital and got checked out. so i went home, rang The Enemy, then rang the parental unit to take me.

got to the hospital, they took me in and eventually i saw a succession of experts who wired me up, took blood, asked countess questions, pressed on my chest and used a stethoscope. the ECG came back normal, the bloods came back normal. but they wanted a second lot. in three hours. so, to wait i was admitted onto a ward. and waited. eventually the second lot of bloods were taken. then we waited for the results. all clear yet again, probably a muscular skeletal strain. BUT…. there is always a but, they wanted me to go to a RAPID ACCESS CARDIAC ASSESSMENT CLINIC for tests. according to what they told me, the numerous tablets i take each day for my diabetes can sometimes mask the symptoms of angina, so they needed to rule that out. here you go Sime, take this letter to your doctor and get him to refer you. no, we can’t. no we have no idea why either, sorry. oh and take a few days to rest yourself.

so i went friday, to the appointment i had already made monday. he got his stethoscope out. he asked me all the questions. he agreed i need the RACAC. gave me something to give the receptionist so she could book me in. and so i could get some more bloods done there and then. appointment booked for thursday afternoon.

so yesterday i went. got hooked up for an ECG, had a very nice chat with a doctor who asked me all the questions again and many more. he’s prescribed me more tablets, an under the tongue spray and is referring me for a cardiac CT scan to check my “pipes” to make sure i don’t have angina (see above reasons). at present purely precautionary measures, but you know, let’s make sure. so i await that date. well, two dates as i have to a have a pre assessment.

so that is where we are. as it stands right now, i am NOT DYING.

thanks to all who have asked after me and shown concern, means a lot. i shall of course keep you up to date, but you know as much as i do now.

 

ttfn

sime

LULLABY FUR KINDER

the boy is at Leeds Festival this weekend.
he will see Muse tonight (his favourite band). or The Hunna, a new fave. or both. i dunno.
he and his friends went and saw the Pigeon Detectives last night on my recommendation.
he loved em. says he was in the mosh pit.
i WAS tempted to tell him who to see today, but HE needs to decide, not me.
i am missing him like mad, worried that he is ok, jealous that he is there with his mates and not me, and not looking forward to being at Oakwell without him tomorrow. sounds daft, but feels like i am losing him. spent so long on nights and missed so much that the time we HAVE spent doing stuff, especially these last 16 months, seems to have been so shor and gone by so fast.
that is my fault, not his, and i know that i could have also probably made a bit more effort, but thats too late now.
it’s little things like coming home this monday and NOT watching Game Of Thronesat half four, before his mum gets in and disturbs us, because his girlfriend was here. don’t get me wrong, she is wonderful and i am glad he has her and that happiness in his life, but we’ve ALWAYS done it!
anyhoo, i can’t wait to see him monday and hear all his tales from the weekend. maybe over a drink.

ttfn

sime.

UP THE DOSAGE


​so…

saturday walking home from Oakwell it felt like my chest was being ripped open. bad night.

sunday rang 111. answered SO MANY questions. out of hours doctor rang. answered SO MANY questions. advised that probably a strain/muscular. better night.

monday rang  my doctor. booked in for friday.

today. woke up in pain. went to work. came straight home. then i have spent most of the day at the hospital. had two blood tests, an ECG and lots of waiting.

bloods normal. ECG says my heart is fine and i have NOT had a “cardiac event” but rather it looks like it is muscular.

friday i have to still go see my doctor and he will book me into a clinic where they’ll put me on a treadmill and see what is what. (imagine the episode where Homer is on one, being watched by Mulder and Scully)

until then been told to relax, take it easy for a few days.

there you go.

HELLO? IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE? JUST NOD IF YOU CAN HERE ME.

hello it’s me, how can i help?
whine & groan & moan & chelp.
“there’s summat up, it’s all your fault, sort it out or face a revolt.
i’ve been with you for years and years”
sad sob story, sniffles and tears.
“gimmee summat new, best that you’ve got, all bells and whistles, i want the lot!”
“but not reyt pricey, good deal, you know? paying just the same as five years ago.”
“and i want loads of freebies, chuck em all on, and if tha can’t, that’s it i’m gone!”
“tha wants HOW MUCH? tha’s gorra be mad!”
“i’m off to your rival, telling thee lad”
“they’re one pound cheaper, hundred up front” (he’s not done the maths, the tight fisted….. pillock)
“so cancel me now, or i’ll start to yelp”

new call,
hello it’s me,
how can i help?

11/04/17.