Connolly’s Corner

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Two Souls – Ed Corrado

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Two Souls – Ed Corrado

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ฌ๐™ค ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™จ – ๐™€๐™™ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ง๐™–๐™™๐™ค


    Charles unconsciously lies to himselfโ€ฆ


    Love is heaven. Love is bliss. Love is life. Love is everything. Love is hell. Love is cruel. Love is a curse. Love is the death of a heart gone cold. One never knows how anything is going to turn out, but one always hopes for the best. Sometimes though, it is not hope that we feel, but โ€œfactual knowledgeโ€. For the sake of simplicity, letโ€™s keep this heterosexual. Somewhere in the world, there is a man. Somewhere else in the world there is a woman. Neither knows the other, but each has one thing in common: they are alone. They muddle through in the way that we do. The travelator of life. The zombie conveyor belt. For without love, there is little but this. For the sake of argument, letโ€™s call these two souls Brian and Ethel. Brian likes gardening. It keeps him busy, and takes his mind off the loneliness of life. The flowers are his friends. The crops are his sustenance – in more ways than ones. But ultimately he is numb. He is empty. He is also lazy. He just doesnโ€™t put himself about. In the words of Arctic Monkeys: โ€œBrian, top marks for not tryinโ€™โ€. And so, the beat goes on. Ethel, on the other hand spends most of her time in the kitchen. A plump lady, who likes to bake cakes. But with no one to bake for, it feels like a foolโ€™s errand. She simply gets a little more plump. When she can eat no more, she sits at the kitchen table, smoking (she has the idea this will make her lose weight), and staring out of the window at the neighbourโ€™s garden (for her own leaves much to be desired). She sighs and puts the kettle on. Or the Kethel. While coffee enriches and invigorates the soul, tea was invented to pass the time. Fact. As the water is brought to the boil, the whistle tells her so and insistingly prompts her to remove the kethel from the hob. She does so. But as she does so, she catches a glimpse of a shiny bonce. A polished noggin. It belongs to the body of man busy pruning. How had she not noticed Brian before? Had she been too busy staring at his roses? Was she pondering on her doubts about the quantity of flour? Be it flour or flowers, the tea is now far down on her to-do list.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Woman – The Striders

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Woman – The Striders

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ – ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ


    Charles knows what women are likeโ€ฆ


    Women. Letโ€™s talk about women. โ€œYou sexist, chauvinist pig! How dare you-โ€ WAIT!!! I havenโ€™t said anything yet. Damned trigger people. You see a man talking about women, and instantly youโ€™re on the alert, ready to pounce. โ€œBut youโ€™re obviously going to be saying something negative, otherwise why would you-โ€œ WHY am I OBVIOUSLY going to say something negativeโ€ฆ? What makes you think that? Am I that pessimistic that I only speak negatively of things? โ€œA woman is not a THING!!โ€ Yes, yes, I know that. Thatโ€™s not what I meant, and you know it. Simmer down, and let me speak. Good God, if I said I was going to talk about black people, is that instantly no-go territory because Iโ€™m white? What if I was going to praise Marvin Gaye, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Dr. Dre and John Legend? โ€œOh, well thatโ€™s okay thenโ€. So let me say something first. THEN you can decide whether pouncing is the necessary action. So. Ahem. Letโ€™s talk about women.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Vacant Dream – Love Crumbs, Cloudbelly

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Vacant Dream – Love Crumbs, Cloudbelly

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‘๐™–๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ข – ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐˜พ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™จ, ๐˜พ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ช๐™™๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ


    Charles explains, for folkโ€™s sake…!


    I have heard that foreigners learn English from songs. Whilst I can see this being a sensible technique – โ€œbetcha by golly, wowโ€ – it can have its drawbacks. I am he as you are he, as you are me and we are all together. Wise words. But complicated words, nevertheless. And it probably doesnโ€™t really help muchโ€ฆ There is you, and there is me. And there is them. There is a person, there are persons. There are people and there are peoples. And I would imagine this at times to be rather confusing. There is singular, and there is plural. Take a sheep, for example. Just hold it for a moment. Heavy, right? Now imagine carrying two of them. Two sheeps? Nope. Two sheep. Why? Because it is. Okay, you can put them down now. What about a fish? Well, what ABOUT a fish? Certainly lighter than a sheep. No legs to kick you in the groin. Have another one. Two fishes? Nope. Two fish. unexplainable, but thatโ€™s how it is. How about when you go on holiday and youโ€™re still waiting for your two suitcases to โ€˜ker-chunkโ€™ on to the sturdy conveyor belt at the airport. Surely thatโ€™s two luggages, no? No. You might even have 10, but it will always be luggage. This comes under a peculiar term called โ€˜uncountable nounsโ€™. Other such uncountable nouns include water, bread, flour, rubbish, research and sand. Put all these together and you get a recipe to avoid. In fact, it can be so confusing that even native speakers have started changing the language and incorporating the foreign way of speaking. Pluralising everything. One such example that IS correct though, comes back to where I started. We say โ€œtheyโ€ when we donโ€™t want to mention a specific gender. Despite โ€œthemโ€ being one singular person.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wonderful You – Frank Joshua

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wonderful You – Frank Joshua

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™›๐™ช๐™ก ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช – ๐™๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™…๐™ค๐™จ๐™๐™ช๐™–


    Charles speaks franklyโ€ฆ


    Throughout the noughties and early tens, I was obsessed with one particular producer. It seemed to me like he was capable of anything. Whatever he got his hands on, he would turn to greatness. He would make a good thing better. He would make it his own. I also wondered if the artists he worked with minded that each record he produced sounded very much like a โ€œhavenโ€™t mentioned his name yetโ€ album, rather than an album by that particular artist. His stamp. I donโ€™t think they minded though, because if he was involved it was pretty much a guarantee that the record would be fabulous, popular and reviewed well. Praised to the skies, even! The artists he has worked with include Radiohead, Beck, Zero 7, Travis (never mind), Air and a slightly more obscure artist by the name of Paul McCartney. There are of course others, but this is enough to be getting on with for now. While these artists are hugely different from one another, there is something warm and cosy, yet grand and impressive about all of them. This is what this producer manages with everything he touches. His name? Nigel Godrich.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Villain – Bernice Marsala

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Villain – Bernice Marsala

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‘๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ – ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™˜๐™š ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ง๐™จ๐™–๐™ก๐™–


    Charles rises aboveโ€ฆ


    Something came to my attention a few weeks back. I am not universally loved. I know! Quite impossible to believe, but there you have it. You can close your mouth now; the shock has passed. But let’s delve. Those of you who weren’t shocked by this news are probably already swearing and shouting at the screen that my arrogance knows no bounds: “He actually thought everyone LOVED him!! Twat”. And these are the very people who seemingly very much misunderstand me. Itโ€™s a joke (laugh with me?)! But they wish not to understand me, of course, because then they couldn’t continue enjoying the private maligning of moi. It seems that some people believe I am against them. That I am above them in some way or other. Just because I was educated somewhat decently and Iโ€™m able to express myself with words, I am seen to some as being some sort of snobby toff. Or toffy snob, but that sounds like a sweet Yorkshire treat from the 1950s: a Toffee Snob, probably nicknamed โ€˜a Londonerโ€™.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Viva La Vita – Gayle Skidmore

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Viva La Vita – Gayle Skidmore

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™‘๐™ž๐™ซ๐™– ๐™‡๐™– ๐™‘๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™– – ๐™‚๐™–๐™ฎ๐™ก๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ ๐™ž๐™™๐™ข๐™ค๐™ง๐™š


    Charles lives life to the maxโ€ฆ


    โ€œLife is for livingโ€! We have heard it all too many times. But letโ€™s be realistic here. Most people donโ€™t actually really think like this. The more standard approach is probably: life is fine for some, but weโ€™ve got to pay the bills and sort out tax returns. Or as Lennon put it, โ€œLife is what happens to you while youโ€™re busy making other plansโ€. This is all so wrong. I mean Lennon is right, but you hopefully know what I mean. Despite what the believers say, we only have one shot at this. And although life is famously โ€œtoo shortโ€, we are quite generously given around 80 or so years these days in which to โ€œdoโ€ it – not really THAT shortโ€ฆ I have always found it rather ironic that when weโ€™re young and agile most of us sit at a desk and work for most of our lives, but as soon as we hit around 65, we are allowed to stop working and enjoy the rest of our lives. By which point you are unable to do anything you might still wish to do because your limbs are aching and you canโ€™t see or hear properlyโ€ฆ It would almost make more sense to do it the other way around. To do everything you might want to do in life while young, and then sit at a desk and work when youโ€™re older. The mind is usually more experienced and wise in the latter years – if it hasnโ€™t gone completely, of course. Sitting is no problem at age 75. So easy, I could do it standing on my head! Or maybe not. The vital flaw in this theory is that it would be somewhat of an anticlimaxโ€ฆ One has to have something to look forward to. Wheelchair races, perhapsโ€ฆ? Perhaps not. This theory will forever remain a theory and is not going to happen. So the point is, we must USE life. It is there for the taking! It could be anything from travel to challenge to mastering an art or craft. Just anything, really. The important thing is enjoyment and fulfilment. A sense of accomplishment is ideal, but if one even has a smile on oneโ€™s face, a goal has been achieved. Life is not something to have been resentfully โ€œgot throughโ€. As Lennon said, we often plan to do things, but rarely actually get around to doing them. Thatโ€™s not enough. Unless you particularly enjoy planning, in which case you should consider a career in management or as a P.A. I personally do not want anything to do with management. Planning is good, but there is a tendency to have a forever growing bucket list (thereโ€™s that word again – always with the bucket).


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Proof – Patrik Ahlm

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Proof – Patrik Ahlm

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™‹๐™ง๐™ค๐™ค๐™› – ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™  ๐˜ผ๐™๐™ก๐™ข


    Charles dons his helmetโ€ฆ


    Among episodes of Cheers, House and Malcolm in the Middle, I have recently been watching a BBC documentary series called Simon Reeveโ€™s South America. In as few as 5 episodes, Reeve covers everything from the beauty to the chaos of the entire continent of South America. We started atop a tepui (pronounced correctly) in Guyana. Its footage was truly staggering, it barely looked real. It was a breathtaking experience even on the smallest of screens. But as with most things these days, the plot didnโ€™t stay picturesque for long. We were taken slightly further East and South, where rainforests had been ripped apart due to the greed of man. The hunt for gold. Mining is both for the rich and for the poor. For the rich, to get richer. For the poor, out of sheer hope and desperation. But it was only after episode 3 (my journey thus far), that I realised the extent of the mess in South America, and more specifically, Bolivia. Cocaine is the problem. Well, really, corrupt embezzling government not governing, is the problem. It showed us an elderly female poverty-stricken farmer having to strip 28 kilos of coca leaves with her bare hands in the burning sun to make a total of around ยฃ3.50. Iโ€™m not going to bother translating into other currencies, because you know this is not much. In fact, it is around half the price of a pint in London. There is nothing more these farmers can do in the burning sun, and so they are forced to feed the ongoing worldwide drug problem. Cocaine and gold fund most of the continent – not the best national strategy. The worst point though was in the highest inhabited town in the world. So high that altitude sickness is common. Ungoverned La Rinconada has raw sewage spilling across mud “roads”. It has sprung up in recent decades with peopleโ€™s desperate hope of finding golden nuggets. A truly inhospitable, extremely dangerous place, as it snows ferociously with strong winds, still people keep digging and breaking rocks. You can see in their eyes that they know they will never find anything. Or anything that will make a difference. It was as if watching a soul wither and die inside a wandering corpse, wasting energy on nothing but cold toil and hot tears. I was left quiet, sickened and saddened. Did I therefore start an immediate protest stream on Twitter? No, because that is not what I do. Because it has little point other than creating awareness. It does not help anything. It would only make others feel miserable. Besides, who would listen to ME? So what did I do? I thought. And I felt. And I realised how damned spoilt we all are in the modern western world.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Waiting for a Train (feat. Per Alexanderson) – Mats Dernรกnd

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Waiting for a Train (feat. Per Alexanderson) – Mats Dernรกnd

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™– ๐™๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐™‹๐™š๐™ง ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™š๐™ญ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ) – ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐˜ฟ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™–ฬ๐™ฃ๐™™


    Charles is โ€˜appy with his choiceโ€ฆ


    Mobile telephones. We all have one. I mean we ALL have one. It doesnโ€™t matter if youโ€™re 14 or 82. Rich or poor. You most definitely have one. You may not use it much; it may never leave your hands. But you have one. It might be over a decade old; it might be the very latest model. But still, you have one. Do you charge it 3 times a day or once every 3 days? Whatever your charging regime, you have a mobile phone. Do you strictly use yours for calls and texts? Just like the days before phones got smart? Those simpler, dumber days? Are you thumbing away on work emails? Are you still adamant that Temple Run is the coolest game known to man? Perhaps youโ€™re addicted to Googling random facts? Do you find your life being sucked down the drain by social media feeds? Is your scrolling thumb feeling positively arthritic? Or how about music? Do you crave the latest hits by the biggest stars? Are you still searching for โ€œthe new soundโ€? What about the mighty array of camera lenses residing grumpily on the back of the electronic slab? For those with an older machine, let me tell you that modern phones have more than one lens on the back – I know; crazy. So yeah, are you obsessed with taking snaps yet despising people who call them โ€œsnapsโ€ (because theyโ€™re โ€œworks of artโ€)? Are you the type to take one photo, pause for mild contentment, then put the phone back in the pocket? Or are you the type to take a whole series of photos, then plop them into an album labelled โ€œTo Be Editedโ€โ€ฆ? Do you then open your Photography Folder to browse the plethora of photo and video editing apps? Do you stare into the abyss that is YouTube? Maybe youโ€™re simply addicted to โ€œwindow shoppingโ€, but never actually buy anything? In other words, living in a dream worldโ€ฆ All this barely scrapes the surface of modern mobile phonesโ€™ capabilities.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™”๐™ค๐™ชโ€™๐™ง๐™š ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™Š๐™  (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐™๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฎ) – ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™˜๐™  ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ


    Charles is getting on with itโ€ฆ


    What is comfort? Is it cushions and ice cream? Or how about an evening with the lads? Maybe itโ€™s an idyllic day in the countryside? Could it be that you just like to sit secluded in your car, listening to the best of The Carpenters? Well, comfort can be all these things and more. But there is one thing these all have in common, They are short-lived. Itโ€™s not a way of life. You know when someone asks โ€œHow are you?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it going?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s life?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it hanging?โ€, โ€œYou all right?โ€, โ€œWhatโ€™s happening (man)?โ€, โ€œYou good?โ€, or โ€œWhat a gwan?โ€? You habitually and automatically reply something along the lines of Fine, Good, Okay, All right, Alright, Canโ€™t complain, Not too bad, Could be worse, Surviving, You know how it is, Muddling through, Mustnโ€™t grumble, Getting on with it, and so forth. On the surface, these are all pretty positive replies. But the underlying feeling is stagnancy or worse. Iโ€™ve always wondered about the expression โ€œNot too badโ€. Itโ€™s meant to be positive, but if you think about it, itโ€™s overwhelmingly negative. โ€œThings are bad, but not TOO badโ€โ€ฆ! Anyway. To be fair, one main reason for an answer like this, is to cut things short and be modest. After all, they only asked out of politeness. They didnโ€™t want a genuine reply! The French have it perfectly: โ€œร‡a va?โ€ – โ€œOui, รงa va?โ€ – โ€œAlorsโ€. Thatโ€™s โ€œHow are you?โ€ – โ€œYes, how are you?โ€ – โ€œSoโ€. They donโ€™t even bother to answer the question, Itโ€™s just a case of getting through the mandatory chit-chat as quickly and efficiently as possible.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: WAKE UP! (& Smile) – Franklin & Bell

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: WAKE UP! (& Smile) – Franklin & Bell

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™†๐™€ ๐™๐™‹! (& ๐™Ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š) – ๐™๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ & ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก


    Charles loses an idolโ€ฆ


    Monday morning. For Mondays are when I write these things. I woke up – an achievement in itself. Quick scan of the phone before making breakfast. A sensible person would perhaps make breakfast first, but ya know – I’m just so young and modern! Bleary eyed and stumbly (I would say zombie-like, but those scary days are behind us), I look at the messages that I know I will have to read again when I am awake enough to reply. Get rid of the red dots all over the screen (those with iPhones will know the curse), and so to the ritual of the coffee. Quite amazing what that smell does for oneโ€™s soul. NOW I am ready to start the day. Time to look at the โ€œpaperโ€. Itโ€™s an app (ugh). What news lurks in store for me? What shenanigans have people been up to? What catastrophes have encroached on our peaceful land? Ugh: Trump, Harris, Harris, Trump. NEXT! Politics politics. Economy economy. NEXT! Baby switched at birth. NEXT! Oh come on, there must be something. Oh JESUS!! Ah gawd. And I am stopped mid slurp. That hollow feeling, as if my chest holds only lungs and nothing more. Our great gilt past continues to evaporate, leaving little but a plastic, mediocre present. Quincy Jones has died. He was 91.


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