New facts don’t emerge

I just asked Siri to ‘Play the album New Facts Emerge by the Fall’.

According to the on-screen text, she understood my instructions perfectly. But, instead of playing the album New Facts Emerge by the Fall, Siri played the album Buddhist Liturgy of Tibet by the Monks of Namgyal Monastery.

For album artwork, she displayed the cover of ALIVE 1997 by Daft Punk.

The concept of an imminent Technological Singularity frankly terrifies me.

Talking of Daft Punk, here’s some LCD Soundsystem:

Wall of sound

For many years, the late tosser Fitz and I would retire to his house after our weekly Tuesday-night pub session to drink loads of coffee and listen to music. Fitz was a big folk music fan, so he would invariably end up playing some Blowzabella. Blowzabella was a British folk band that specialised in playing droney instruments: violins, bagpipes, hurdy-gurdies, that sort of thing. They were pretty magnificent.

I write in the past tense, because I always assumed Blowzabella stopped making music years ago. Imagine my surprise and delight earlier this week, therefore, when I learnt they're still going strong, and churning out magnificent rackets like this:

You can thank me later.

Cheryl Ladd turns 65

Cheryl Ladd

Cheryl Ladd in 1978 recently.

Fifteen years ago today, I noted in utter astonishment that Cheryl Ladd had just turned 50.

I'm no mathematician, but I reckon that makes Cheryl Ladd 65 years young today.

And I'm now 51, which makes me older than Cheryl Ladd was when I was astonished at her being 50 just a few short years ago.

None of this makes any sense.

Anyway, in celebration of this remarkable event, here is what was always my favourite track from Cheryl's eponymous first album.

The track is called Skinnydippin'.

To be honest, that is almost certainly why it was my favourite.

Many happy returns, Cheryl.