We should say this.

It was only when I heard the @500songspodcast.bsky.social on Creedence Clearwater Revival that I learned this wasn't written for A Charlie Brown Christmas at all, but for an unreleased 1964 documentary about Peanuts. It was reused for the special the following year.

As a couple of people mention in the comments, watch how he uses the heel of his left hand at the very start: marking the downbeat with a little bass cluster. Those little details that make the groove work! (... that I'd never noticed before)

Vince Guaraldi’s first television performance of Linus and Lucy, from 1964. youtu.be/9EMfA5_tm8Y?...

Young Punctum is fantastic from end to end and this is a magnificent and moving conclusion. Most of my minute readership doubtless already know this but if you don’t, my goodness get on to it.

Confused and disturbed by being made to laugh out loud by Sting.

Good god is Owen Jones still going.

Mary of Scotland

Today this is a “The Byrds went off the boil when they signed with Columbia” account.

Unexpected excitement in my Quality Book Club edition of E.S. Turner’s Call the Doctor: A Social History of Medical Men.

I was never younger.

I’ve listened to it while at the library and am pleased to confirm that it is also library music in that sense.

Did you know you can buy my FULL digital discography over at Bandcamp? From the 2012 single, Searching For The Summer, right up to this year's Library Music, it's a wild ride from an artist who can't make his mind up. Spiky Mod stuff, power-pop, disco, experimental synth work and library music.

It would be really cool to see some of this *actually* being used like library music in a film or on TV. 'Jaunty Jack' is my favourite.

I never remember until the fever is upon me that this is deranged online second hand book buying week.

He wouldn’t have survived A.H. Gilkes.

The Jam’s Direction Reaction Creation features a different Rickenbacker leaning against an amp on every disc. Horrifying.

If I’d made Everything Flows I’d spend so much time admiring my handiwork I’d never get anything else done.

Fain would I kiss my Julia’s dainty leg Which is as white and hairless as an egg

Hang on, that’s what I use this for.

Chucked work to spend the day with my Telecaster. Carpe diem, motherfuckers.

Important political fact: José "Xanana" Gusmão, current Prime Minister of East Timor and its inaugural President when it regained its independence from Indonesia in 2002, is nicknamed after Sha Na Na.

Acclaim for this 1959 Air Force comedy: “Perhaps its principal distinction among British films is that it has three scenes set in men's lavatories” - Monthly Film Bulletin.

I didn’t get where I am today by not endorsing Tony Molina.

I agree that a TV critic should have a working knowledge of why Friends was fucking horrific and its creators and audience should have been ejected into space.

Say what you like about cricket, at least it’s not fucking rugby.

Robert Plant, in his just-now Tiny Desk, talks about looking forward to catching up with Bob Mosley and for some reason that thought just fills me with joy.

All my opinions are unhinged.

If it’s the Doctor and your granny on bongos, it’s Doctor Who.

If excerpts from GBV’s forthcoming Thick, Rich and Delicious are representative, somebody’s surreptitiously replaced Bob’s copy of Who’s Next with a copy of All Mod Cons.

Ripping TV version of ripping tune. youtu.be/gnWq_bgS8yU?...

Is she one of these moody, genre-defying singer-songwriters? I find it hard to keep up with them.

I’d always uncritically accepted the “Love underperformed commercially because Arthur wouldn’t tour” narrative but as Johnny Echols points out, much of the US wouldn’t have booked “a bunch of race mixing California hippies” in 1966 in any event, so I feel like an idiot now.

If “strangely hypnotic recurring musical guest on early 70s sketch comedy show” is your bag, Darren is your man.

I vigorously recommend this to lovers of the 1991 everything-including-the-kitchen-sink aesthetic.

Repost with a cool song that’s under two minutes youtu.be/AlpJFdMLIr4?...

I’ve been waiting for this to come for fifteen years or something with little confidence that it ever would, and yet here it is, more extravagantly bonkers and replete with piercing insights than I could possibly have hoped. Magic indeed.

It’s got quite busy here while I was painting the garage. Has something happened?

Her voice was as dead as the summer before last.

“When you see me coming out for Jesus you’ll know they really have something on me.” - Hunter S. Thompson, Songs of the Doomed. t.co/9f81U7EPJt

Good morning. Here is Prince doing Train in Vain because WHY NOT EH.

I haven’t had much to say because I’ve been tormented for weeks by trying to decide whether to list singles that are better than album versions or the other way around.

Great admirer though I am of Philippe Wynne’s outro ad lib work, I think my all time favourite might be when Billy Davis busts out “I want you to sing along with the 5th Dimension” at the end of Let the Sunshine In.

Stan Newsletter #1: I’ve been doing a lot of soldering.

Elliott Erwitt, cairn terrier enthusiast.

I’d like to take this opportunity to endorse toast.

Akira Kurosawa and Toshiro Mifune in Venice, I think, and looking sharp.