"don't understand who they thought i was supposed to be. look at me now a man who won't let himself be"
it's a common misconception that there's no such thing as the truth. the trouble is that everyone has a different truth and they can be incompatible. like extreme said - the three sides to every story are yours, mine and the truth. in reality its more like that fable of the blind men and the elephant. there is an absolute truth but for the most part we don't have the ability to perceive enough of it at once to understand it. concentrating too hard on the bit of the truth you can see will stop you understanding that the bit someone else can see can still be the truth.
i think this is even more true about roles. nobody else's idea of who and what you should be is right, but in all honestly yours probably isn't either.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
"ten shades of grey" - terrorvision
"it's night again all the time - shadows are lurking but i can't find mine"
one of the times i came closest to losing respect for a friend was when fred claimed that in his opinion regular urban survivor was a better album than how to make friends and influence people. its not just because he was clearly wrong, but because that album holds a special place for me. even though i have heard it and played it many times in many situations it will always be the summer of 1995 to me. on holiday without my family i was finally - at not quite 15 - able to step away from the roles i had been cast in in my normal situations and start to become myself. making friends, flirting outrageously with girls (by my standards) and generally not being dismissed by people out of hand gave me a boost of self-worth that was severely lacking in my life around that time. this album was everywhere that summer, and its bouncier songs like oblivion and time of the signs set the soundtrack for a slight tempo shift in my life.
one of the times i came closest to losing respect for a friend was when fred claimed that in his opinion regular urban survivor was a better album than how to make friends and influence people. its not just because he was clearly wrong, but because that album holds a special place for me. even though i have heard it and played it many times in many situations it will always be the summer of 1995 to me. on holiday without my family i was finally - at not quite 15 - able to step away from the roles i had been cast in in my normal situations and start to become myself. making friends, flirting outrageously with girls (by my standards) and generally not being dismissed by people out of hand gave me a boost of self-worth that was severely lacking in my life around that time. this album was everywhere that summer, and its bouncier songs like oblivion and time of the signs set the soundtrack for a slight tempo shift in my life.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
"the sound of silence" - simon and garfunkel
"people writing songs that voices never share and no one dared disturb the sound of silence"
i don't get the graduate. there's nothing sexy about it. hoffman is too old looking at 30 to convincingly be young. bancroft at only 6 years older is too similar an age for the age gap thing to be believable. i know the jumpyness is part of the mood but it just irritates me - as does the whole formality of pretty much noone having a first name. far be it from me to disregard what is widely regarded as a classic - but i honestly don't understand what all the fuss is about.
and then there's the soundtrack. maybe my modern ear expects too much from a soundtrack but it mostly seems to consist of variations on mrs robinson and sound of silence over and over again - doing nothing to enhance for me the viewing experience.
but here's the kicker. i don't get simon and garfunkel. i don't understand why anyone would choose to listen to them - let alone get excited about them. i'll give you that paul simon is a talented songwriter with a pretty good voice - but i'm not really sure what garfunkel is for. the pretty much live versions of the same songs on "the paul simon songbook" are much more listenable. but i still don't really like that material. his eponymous album, or even graceland, are so much better and have videos where he takes pride in beating children at baseball or pretending to be chevy chase.
and if i never hear bridge over troubled waters again it will be much too soon.
i don't get the graduate. there's nothing sexy about it. hoffman is too old looking at 30 to convincingly be young. bancroft at only 6 years older is too similar an age for the age gap thing to be believable. i know the jumpyness is part of the mood but it just irritates me - as does the whole formality of pretty much noone having a first name. far be it from me to disregard what is widely regarded as a classic - but i honestly don't understand what all the fuss is about.
and then there's the soundtrack. maybe my modern ear expects too much from a soundtrack but it mostly seems to consist of variations on mrs robinson and sound of silence over and over again - doing nothing to enhance for me the viewing experience.
but here's the kicker. i don't get simon and garfunkel. i don't understand why anyone would choose to listen to them - let alone get excited about them. i'll give you that paul simon is a talented songwriter with a pretty good voice - but i'm not really sure what garfunkel is for. the pretty much live versions of the same songs on "the paul simon songbook" are much more listenable. but i still don't really like that material. his eponymous album, or even graceland, are so much better and have videos where he takes pride in beating children at baseball or pretending to be chevy chase.
and if i never hear bridge over troubled waters again it will be much too soon.
Friday, February 16, 2007
"hedonism (just because you feel good)" - skunk anansie
"how do you remember me, the one that made you laugh until you cried. i hope you're feeling happy now"
stuck in a traffic jam on the south circular and this came on xfm. i had no choice but to crank it up and sing along (though i have to drop out the really high bits). hours later i was still singing it. it probably only just scrapes into my top 10 tracks of theirs but its great. the band is great. the songs are great. if you don't own either of their first two albums then shame on you.
i used to be really bothered about how people remembered me. surprisingly much more so than what people thought of me in the moment - which i never really cared about. i remember writing long quasi-deep meanderings in the school leaving books of people i had barely given a second thought to most of the years we had coexisted. it always meant more to me if someone mentioned a long time later that they enjoyed one of my gigs, rather than straight after which meant quite little. being memorable was its own way of ensuring i was being significant. being memorable is a far greater aspiration than being popular, or even than being liked.
go out there and be memorable, readers, go.
stuck in a traffic jam on the south circular and this came on xfm. i had no choice but to crank it up and sing along (though i have to drop out the really high bits). hours later i was still singing it. it probably only just scrapes into my top 10 tracks of theirs but its great. the band is great. the songs are great. if you don't own either of their first two albums then shame on you.
i used to be really bothered about how people remembered me. surprisingly much more so than what people thought of me in the moment - which i never really cared about. i remember writing long quasi-deep meanderings in the school leaving books of people i had barely given a second thought to most of the years we had coexisted. it always meant more to me if someone mentioned a long time later that they enjoyed one of my gigs, rather than straight after which meant quite little. being memorable was its own way of ensuring i was being significant. being memorable is a far greater aspiration than being popular, or even than being liked.
go out there and be memorable, readers, go.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
"all your way" - morphine
"i was raised with the strong of heart but if you touch me wrong i fall apart. i found a woman who's soft but she's also hard, while i slept she nailed down my heart"
there's something deeply attractive about a strong woman. i don't mean by that that i get off on images of female bodybuilders or have an obsession with world's strongest woman contests. the strength i'm referring to is something less physical. she and her strength may take many forms but the beauty is still there. it may be some form of emotional strength, mental strength, sexual strength, strength of character, strength of will, strength of determination, or some combination of the above. its the spark of controlled power. she knows how to destroy you but chooses not to.
that's probably what sea bass is about.
there's probably something attractive about a strong man as well but i've never met one.
there's something deeply attractive about a strong woman. i don't mean by that that i get off on images of female bodybuilders or have an obsession with world's strongest woman contests. the strength i'm referring to is something less physical. she and her strength may take many forms but the beauty is still there. it may be some form of emotional strength, mental strength, sexual strength, strength of character, strength of will, strength of determination, or some combination of the above. its the spark of controlled power. she knows how to destroy you but chooses not to.
that's probably what sea bass is about.
there's probably something attractive about a strong man as well but i've never met one.
"sea bass" - monsters4GODS
"my makeup will etch my sorrow on your face. you're smiling, telling me they're just laughter lines"
i never really knew what this song was about, even the bits that i wrote, yet at some level it always meant something to me. it definitely wasn't about seabass though. he came from uruguay, and there are rumours of his immortality.
i never really knew what this song was about, even the bits that i wrote, yet at some level it always meant something to me. it definitely wasn't about seabass though. he came from uruguay, and there are rumours of his immortality.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
"monstarr" - bis
"can i not be normal cos i'm not a size ten. play music, be in films or even show my face. should i be embarrassed if it's such a crime. funny how yr life depends upon yr waistline."
i must be getting old. it's a sure sign when my 31" jeans now fit me less well than my 34" jeans. when, like me, you are scrawny and unfit putting on weight is a weird experience. it just seems to arrive in bits that don't fit with the rest of your body - making me feel even less proprtionate than i ever did. a man this scrawny should not have a face this fat. don't expect me to do anything about it thou, i'm just too lazy.
partly because of my grunge casualty status, i often used to wear 2 or 3 pairs of jeans. this has the added effect of making your waist look really narrow in comparison to your hips and thus your reflection seems a bit slimmer. but then i usually used to wear 3 t-shirts and 2 shirts as well. this is mostly because this is a good look. just you wait, one day the fashion cycle will complete and looking this 1992 will make me cutting edge again. but i did always feel a lot better knowing that my body was a long way inside what you could see. hiding in plain sight.
i must be getting old. it's a sure sign when my 31" jeans now fit me less well than my 34" jeans. when, like me, you are scrawny and unfit putting on weight is a weird experience. it just seems to arrive in bits that don't fit with the rest of your body - making me feel even less proprtionate than i ever did. a man this scrawny should not have a face this fat. don't expect me to do anything about it thou, i'm just too lazy.
partly because of my grunge casualty status, i often used to wear 2 or 3 pairs of jeans. this has the added effect of making your waist look really narrow in comparison to your hips and thus your reflection seems a bit slimmer. but then i usually used to wear 3 t-shirts and 2 shirts as well. this is mostly because this is a good look. just you wait, one day the fashion cycle will complete and looking this 1992 will make me cutting edge again. but i did always feel a lot better knowing that my body was a long way inside what you could see. hiding in plain sight.
"white chocolate space egg" - liz phair
"i'll see you around. every hollow has its favourite sound and my heart is holding on"
something of a shortage or earworms lately. lots of those self-soundtracking scraps of song that fly into your mind with powerful urgency and then flit off forgotten, and several ghost earworms (where something that was an earworm recently comes back for a bit even though you thought you were rid of it - which doesn't count as a new earworm), but no genuine unshakable, barely-able-to-think-of-anything-else earworms.
until this hit me and i had to fight from singing it aloud
i can't stand white chocolate. don't get me wrong - i am a fan of most things that fall under the category of confectionery and if offered some white chocolate would not be churlish enough not to accept it and obtain some enjoyment from its consumption - i just can't bear its intrinsic untruth. how can anything containing no cocoa solids or cocoa mass have the gall to call itself chocolate? (i have a similar gripe against red liquorice - but don't want to get distracted mid-rant) if i wanted the taste of milk i would drink some milk - good grief, if i wanted a confectionery taste that was reminiscent of milk i would eat milk duds - but when i eat chocolate i want it to taste of chocolate. i want it to be dark brown and laden with cocoa solids. i want it to scream "CHOCOLATE" at my tongue. i want it rich, dark and aromatic. i want to savour the subtle interplay between sweetness and bitterness. if i'm going to destroy my vocal chords i want it to be worth it.
and don't get me started on the milky-bar kid.
something of a shortage or earworms lately. lots of those self-soundtracking scraps of song that fly into your mind with powerful urgency and then flit off forgotten, and several ghost earworms (where something that was an earworm recently comes back for a bit even though you thought you were rid of it - which doesn't count as a new earworm), but no genuine unshakable, barely-able-to-think-of-anything-else earworms.
until this hit me and i had to fight from singing it aloud
i can't stand white chocolate. don't get me wrong - i am a fan of most things that fall under the category of confectionery and if offered some white chocolate would not be churlish enough not to accept it and obtain some enjoyment from its consumption - i just can't bear its intrinsic untruth. how can anything containing no cocoa solids or cocoa mass have the gall to call itself chocolate? (i have a similar gripe against red liquorice - but don't want to get distracted mid-rant) if i wanted the taste of milk i would drink some milk - good grief, if i wanted a confectionery taste that was reminiscent of milk i would eat milk duds - but when i eat chocolate i want it to taste of chocolate. i want it to be dark brown and laden with cocoa solids. i want it to scream "CHOCOLATE" at my tongue. i want it rich, dark and aromatic. i want to savour the subtle interplay between sweetness and bitterness. if i'm going to destroy my vocal chords i want it to be worth it.
and don't get me started on the milky-bar kid.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
"london's brilliant parade" - elvis costello
"the lions and the tigers in regents park couldn't pay their way and now they're not the only ones"
"the lovely diorama is really part of the drama"
"i'm having the time of my life or something quite like it when i'm walking out and about in london's brilliant parade"
arriving too early for a jazz band rehearsal i decided to have a wander. in and out of brick lane past the boasts and come-ons of the curry house pimps, up and down the side roads with their road signs i can't understand, onto the outskirts of the mildly intimidating estate with its small clusters of bored youth, into the ethnic grocers where the smells instantly bring back memories of amman foods. i'm a south london boy and i wouldn't want it any other way, but i'm glad the east end is there.
my dad is a big elvis costello fan and i grew up with his albums on in the background and his songs part of my understanding of music - not this track so much, obviously since it wasn't released til the mid 90s. i still struggle not to rip him off too much as a songwriter as i find myself always wanting to slip a nice pun, triple rhyme or clever piece of wordplay into the middle of the second verse. and importantly he was one of the main bonds i had with glyn that i didnt really have with anyone else - part of the sharedness of where we were trying to come from and where we were trying to go.
"the lovely diorama is really part of the drama"
"i'm having the time of my life or something quite like it when i'm walking out and about in london's brilliant parade"
arriving too early for a jazz band rehearsal i decided to have a wander. in and out of brick lane past the boasts and come-ons of the curry house pimps, up and down the side roads with their road signs i can't understand, onto the outskirts of the mildly intimidating estate with its small clusters of bored youth, into the ethnic grocers where the smells instantly bring back memories of amman foods. i'm a south london boy and i wouldn't want it any other way, but i'm glad the east end is there.
my dad is a big elvis costello fan and i grew up with his albums on in the background and his songs part of my understanding of music - not this track so much, obviously since it wasn't released til the mid 90s. i still struggle not to rip him off too much as a songwriter as i find myself always wanting to slip a nice pun, triple rhyme or clever piece of wordplay into the middle of the second verse. and importantly he was one of the main bonds i had with glyn that i didnt really have with anyone else - part of the sharedness of where we were trying to come from and where we were trying to go.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
"police officer" - smiley culture
"me and my colleagues have got a few questions to ask ya. you'll be on your way as soon as we get an answer"
walking home from the pub. outside selhurst park a pair of cops are hassling some drunk, scratty woman. all i can think about is this song. if only that woman had recorded the song cockney translator she could have gotten away with anything.
this song has a special place in the hearts of everyone who lived at byron acres. it was the highlight of vh1's worst videos countdown and we all loved it. many's the time we drunkenly acted out the comversation from the middle eight, though i think we usually got the words wrong.
walking home from the pub. outside selhurst park a pair of cops are hassling some drunk, scratty woman. all i can think about is this song. if only that woman had recorded the song cockney translator she could have gotten away with anything.
this song has a special place in the hearts of everyone who lived at byron acres. it was the highlight of vh1's worst videos countdown and we all loved it. many's the time we drunkenly acted out the comversation from the middle eight, though i think we usually got the words wrong.
"sleep to dream" - fiona apple
"i tell you how i feel but you don't care. i say tell me the truth but you don't dare. you say love is a hell you cannot bear so i say give me mine back and then go there for all i care"
i got into fiona apple simply on the recommendation of some guy on the old nirvanaweb board known as apple. his opinions on everything else were pretty much spot on, and he loved her, so she had to be worth checking out.
when i finally got my hands on a copy of tidal i was blown away. the whole thing is good, but there are 4 or 5 tracks with real emotional power i could happily listen to round and round.
i don't seem to dream much any more. i guess i mostly just go to sleep to sleep.
i got into fiona apple simply on the recommendation of some guy on the old nirvanaweb board known as apple. his opinions on everything else were pretty much spot on, and he loved her, so she had to be worth checking out.
when i finally got my hands on a copy of tidal i was blown away. the whole thing is good, but there are 4 or 5 tracks with real emotional power i could happily listen to round and round.
i don't seem to dream much any more. i guess i mostly just go to sleep to sleep.
"mr blue sky" - elo
"running down the avenue see how the sun shines brightly in the city on the streets where once was pity mr blue sky is living here today"
i hate getting this song as an earworm. it never never goes away.
and the weather is a dreadful thing to have a conversation about, so how much worse should it be considered as a subject to write a song about.
it's probably a euphemism though, right
i hate getting this song as an earworm. it never never goes away.
and the weather is a dreadful thing to have a conversation about, so how much worse should it be considered as a subject to write a song about.
it's probably a euphemism though, right
"white wedding" - billy idol
"it's a nice day to start again"
i think this was my unconscious mind's idea of a pun as, barely awake, i trudged through the virgin snow trying to keep each crunching footfall on the snare drum beat.
i am cold
the only thing that might make snow less than perfect for a white wedding would be that the desire to remain sufficiently warm not to die would necessitate the bride wearing something other than the traditional styles of wedding dress. i'm sure there would be a sartorial way around this. a bit like when you see cheerleaders at snowy american football games in costumes that still try to look slutty without the unpleasantly unattractive possibility of losing an extremity to frostbite.
im sure there are people out there who would quite like to see slutty cheerleaders with missing fingers and toes, but im pretty certain its a small enough minority for it not to be worth catering to.
i think this was my unconscious mind's idea of a pun as, barely awake, i trudged through the virgin snow trying to keep each crunching footfall on the snare drum beat.
i am cold
the only thing that might make snow less than perfect for a white wedding would be that the desire to remain sufficiently warm not to die would necessitate the bride wearing something other than the traditional styles of wedding dress. i'm sure there would be a sartorial way around this. a bit like when you see cheerleaders at snowy american football games in costumes that still try to look slutty without the unpleasantly unattractive possibility of losing an extremity to frostbite.
im sure there are people out there who would quite like to see slutty cheerleaders with missing fingers and toes, but im pretty certain its a small enough minority for it not to be worth catering to.
Monday, February 05, 2007
"today" - the smashing pumpkins
"today is the greatest day i've ever known"
today is one of the best songs about suicide ever written. it is also right up there on the list of songs that people misunderstand and like for the wrong reasons. these are mostly about suicide or drugs. i think the way that song about heroin by the las keeps getting used on adverts probably puts it at the top of that list though.
almost every day i read emma kennedy's great blog which today featured the recounting of a dream she had. the line of dialogue "i will never be as happy as i am today, i am going to die" was one of those step-back-and-say-whoah moments of random beauty that spark off strange thought processes and cause earworms.
as well as this song i also have the opening to this poem punctuating it in my head. i wrote it when i was 17, so please forgive the mawkish angsty romance
when i die i want to be
happy. when you're with me
i feel happier than i ever have before
so let me walk down to the shore
of your cheeks and drown my-
self in the ocean of your eyes
my love
let me drown in the ocean of your eyes
the really sad thing is that there were originally several stanzas of this drivel i can no longer remember
today is one of the best songs about suicide ever written. it is also right up there on the list of songs that people misunderstand and like for the wrong reasons. these are mostly about suicide or drugs. i think the way that song about heroin by the las keeps getting used on adverts probably puts it at the top of that list though.
almost every day i read emma kennedy's great blog which today featured the recounting of a dream she had. the line of dialogue "i will never be as happy as i am today, i am going to die" was one of those step-back-and-say-whoah moments of random beauty that spark off strange thought processes and cause earworms.
as well as this song i also have the opening to this poem punctuating it in my head. i wrote it when i was 17, so please forgive the mawkish angsty romance
when i die i want to be
happy. when you're with me
i feel happier than i ever have before
so let me walk down to the shore
of your cheeks and drown my-
self in the ocean of your eyes
my love
let me drown in the ocean of your eyes
the really sad thing is that there were originally several stanzas of this drivel i can no longer remember
"when i argue i see shapes" - idlewild
"i'm not really sure of all this pressure. i'm never going to lose any of my old letters"
i think this is the best idlewild song. by a long way. every other song of theirs ive heard just makes me wish they could do something this good again.
my favourite solid shape is the rhombicosidodecahedron. i think its great. by which i dont mean i think its a "great rhombicosidodecahedron" which is what some people call a truncated icosidodecahedron because although they both have 62 faces theres something about the decagons i really dont like. although strangely the truncated cuboctahedron is much better than the rhombicuboctahedron.
anyway, im getting distracted. the point is that the best archimidean solid is definitely the rhombicosidodecahedron, though i can see why someone might try to argue for the more familar truncated icosahedron.
search the interweb, find yourself a rhombicosidodecahedron net and make yourself one. it might start off looking like a fairly random assortment of hexagons, squares and triangles, but theres beauty in the end product. and, i suspect, a sense of achievement also. its many years since i made one
here, look, ive even done the searching for you
i think this is the best idlewild song. by a long way. every other song of theirs ive heard just makes me wish they could do something this good again.
my favourite solid shape is the rhombicosidodecahedron. i think its great. by which i dont mean i think its a "great rhombicosidodecahedron" which is what some people call a truncated icosidodecahedron because although they both have 62 faces theres something about the decagons i really dont like. although strangely the truncated cuboctahedron is much better than the rhombicuboctahedron.
anyway, im getting distracted. the point is that the best archimidean solid is definitely the rhombicosidodecahedron, though i can see why someone might try to argue for the more familar truncated icosahedron.
search the interweb, find yourself a rhombicosidodecahedron net and make yourself one. it might start off looking like a fairly random assortment of hexagons, squares and triangles, but theres beauty in the end product. and, i suspect, a sense of achievement also. its many years since i made one
here, look, ive even done the searching for you
Sunday, February 04, 2007
"bastardo" - charlotte hatherley
"and in the morning when i woke there was no antonio, just some money that he’d left for the memory of me. and oh my beautiful guitar, that’s what really broke my heart, had been stolen by the two-faced lothario"
when i saw charlotte hatherley in the carling tent at reading festival a couple of years ago it was at least partly just to kill time before something i really wanted to see. i had never heard her solo stuff and my expectations werent high, but i was pleasantly surprised with how good her bouncy indie set was. i did leave early to see whatever it was i had been waiting for though.
when i saw charlotte hatherley in the carling tent at reading festival a couple of years ago it was at least partly just to kill time before something i really wanted to see. i had never heard her solo stuff and my expectations werent high, but i was pleasantly surprised with how good her bouncy indie set was. i did leave early to see whatever it was i had been waiting for though.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
"saints and sailors" - dashboard confessional
"this is about as social as i get now"
i like the first two dashboard albums. theres an undercurrent of something smug about the band i dont really like, and the over-reliance on open tunings feels weird on my ears after a while, and the songwriting is occasionally mawkish or linguistically awkward, but there are just some lines that leap out at you from the middle of songs. lines you feel a real empathy for. lines that sum up a moment so well that all similar moments from then on seem to be soundtracked by it.
i cant remember when i last did something properly social with a real friend
i do want to kick in the head all of the muppets singing along on the dashboard confessional mtv unplugged album. but something of the band's sound has coloured or informed my acoustic playing since i heard them.
i like the first two dashboard albums. theres an undercurrent of something smug about the band i dont really like, and the over-reliance on open tunings feels weird on my ears after a while, and the songwriting is occasionally mawkish or linguistically awkward, but there are just some lines that leap out at you from the middle of songs. lines you feel a real empathy for. lines that sum up a moment so well that all similar moments from then on seem to be soundtracked by it.
i cant remember when i last did something properly social with a real friend
i do want to kick in the head all of the muppets singing along on the dashboard confessional mtv unplugged album. but something of the band's sound has coloured or informed my acoustic playing since i heard them.
"war pigs" - hand of doom
"generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses"
i dont really know much about the hand of doom album, but its great. it seems there isnt a sabbath song that melissa auf der maur cant sing really well. i love her voice - its a real, powerful rocker's voice. especially over the sparse arrangement of the beginning of this song.
and she is probably the most beautiful lesbian i have ever seen.
i dont really know much about the hand of doom album, but its great. it seems there isnt a sabbath song that melissa auf der maur cant sing really well. i love her voice - its a real, powerful rocker's voice. especially over the sparse arrangement of the beginning of this song.
and she is probably the most beautiful lesbian i have ever seen.
Friday, February 02, 2007
"cure" - metallica
"everyone's got to have the sickness cos everyone seems to need the cure"
one of my internal battles - what's the best metallica album? without question the answer is master of puppets. which metallica album would i most want to listen to? load. not that ive listened to metallica much for quite some time. or ever really cared that much when i did.
i waited in the doctor's waiting room with a grumpy baby with a cold for over an hour. it was one of the most soul-destroyingly boring things i have ever done.
one of my internal battles - what's the best metallica album? without question the answer is master of puppets. which metallica album would i most want to listen to? load. not that ive listened to metallica much for quite some time. or ever really cared that much when i did.
i waited in the doctor's waiting room with a grumpy baby with a cold for over an hour. it was one of the most soul-destroyingly boring things i have ever done.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
alphonso bonzo theme tune
in the kids tv show of my childhood, alphonso bonzo was an italian "exchange student" who would exchange some boy's everyday item for a similar item with magic properties. i have a vague memory that at the end he wanted to swap his life and it was all a bit twisted. the most memorable thing though was the annoying tune he whistled all the time.
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