The Playlist Episode 27
27 January 2012
8 from 1990 – a Fallow Year.
I don’t know what it was, but 1990 was a pretty grim year what with one thing and another. There must have been more hood stuff around, but maybe I just didn’t buy any of it.
Dub Be Good To Me
Beats International from “Let Them Eat Bingo”,
Norman Cook post-Housemartins pre-Fat Boy produced an interesting rang of radical beats of which this re-arrangement improves on the SOS Band’s original.
“Songs for Drella”
Lou Reed and John Cale
Touching if bleak heartfelt tribute to Andy Wahol by two of those who knew.
Step On
The Happy Mondays from “Pills and Thrills and Bellyaches”
A harmless bunch to everyone but themselves. Their best song by a long way.
November Spawned a Monster
Morrissey from “Bona Drag”
No doubt some politically correct tosser tried to ban it.
Twin Peaks Theme
Angelo Bandalamenti from the TV soundtrack
Wonderful, haunting ambient stuff from a damn good show.
Bossanova
The Pixies
The Frontiers of rock at the time.
Fear of a Black Planet
Public Ememy
Appearing for the second time this month.
Justify My Love
Madonna
Hard to believe now that MTV banned the video – not such enlightened times.
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12 January 2013
They came again a week, I think, later.
It was the middle of the afternoon. Sue had taken some leave to stay with me. Jules would come the following week. Josh had stayed with his girlfriend wherever it was in the frozen North. It was probably for the best.
Sue brought Sergeant Sohal into the kitchen.
“Professor Madison”.
“So what happened?”
“Look, I hope you are getting through this, but you want me to come to the point. We are still taking the view that there are no suspicious circumstances. The toxicology tests in the pathologists report indicate a substantial quantity of Phenobarbital in the bloodstream. It’s a barbiturate, sleeping …”
“I know what Phenobarbital is, I’m a fucking chemistry professor for fuck’s sake.”
“How much?”
“I don’t have the exact amount…”
“Then who does?”
“As you know it’s always hard to say exactly what a lethal dose might be, but Pete also had been drinking – he had a bottle of wine at dinner and may have had more …”
“It’s hard to tell, I suppose.”
“It’s hard to be precise at this stage.”
“Then when?”
“We would need some further analysis.”
“Would?”
“Will, I should say. But I have to tell you at this stage that we are treating your brother’s death as suicide. But whatever we think there will have to be an inquest.”
“Did it kill him outright, or did he drown in his own vomit?”
“Sorry, I don’t…”
“I want to know if he went out like a rock star.”
To be continued …