They win awards all over the shop.
Like best album at The Brits and the Grammy’s.
They win most critics’ albums of the year time after time.
They perform concerts that blow people away, but they are either mostly unheard of or dismissed.
Come on world…
Funnily enough, The Brits was good tonight.
OK, so some/most of the music wasn’t great.
I like that big Tiny Tempah song, “Pass Out” (I suppose) but everything else he does bores me to tears.
But 17 million YouTube hits is kind of impressive
Mostly what was good about the Brits tonight was that it genuinely was a celebration of music.
Adele was wonderful, as were Arcade Fire; Cee lo Green was cool as…
Mumford and Sons nearly pulled off one of the most amazing acapella performances ever (but Adele beat them to it and she was better).
James Cordon, mostly, didn’t try to be too funny.
All in all a good show.
What’s more, Arcade Fire won best international; album to follow up their top billing at The Grammy’s on Sunday night and now we (Me , Jeana, Ria and a n other) are going to see them at Edinburgh Castle Esplanade on 1st September.
Surely the world’s best band at the moment. Equivalent, whether you like them or not, to Radiohead, U2, REM, Bruce and The E Street Band, The Clash and Bowie in each of their days?
We are blessed.
Jonathan Coe has had me rolling in the aisles in his previous books (The Rotters Club, House of Sleep and What a Carve up) and I’m grateful to Ian Dommett for pointing me in his direction; so The Rain Before It Falls really took me off guard.
For a start, it’s not funny, not funny at all.
And then, I’m not entirely convinced it’s well written. Or is it brilliantly written?
Let me explain.
It’s entirely narrative, in the style of a memoir from an ‘ordinary person’ (persons actually) and so is not about flashy prose.
I cannot honestly work out if this is the book’s great strength (it held me and it was a page turner from start to finish) or dissapointed me in the extreme. (It’s kind of so banal.)
So, I’d welcome elucidation.
The premise is interesting enough; dying old lady reveals life of lesbianism and occasional fostering of neices and blind kids, her life is unfulfilled so she tops herself but not before instigating a mini detective story searching for a strangely loved potential benefactor.
Is it good?
Did I enjoy it?