Freaked out spaghetti

According to a sign outside my local pub, live music last night was going to be provided by "Tommy Lee Jones." I didn't go in to check if the gruff talking Texan himself turned up. This is because the last (and only) time I went into the pub I was politely asked to leave by a man with a battery operated voicebox. It was half twelve at night and I needed a few bottles of 7up to use as mixers in a house party 'round ours. Voicebox man and two others were playing darts on a board that kept electronic scores, and when I asked for the 7up to take out, he robo-told me "Bzzt don't be boddering the bar man coming in at dis hour for something silly like that. Bzzt."

I always liked the artist David Shrigley and his cartoons in the Saturday Guardian regularly make me laugh out loud. Admittedly, every now and again they are unfunny and inscrutable. Anyway, I often wonder is he actually insane, or is it possible to see life through such a neurotic, skewed lens and be well in the noggin?



I was excited last year when I heard that he was involved in a project where he collaborated with a bunch of left-field indie musicians. It was called 'worried noodles' and the bands recorded songs around lyrics and sketches drawn by Shrigley. In retrospect I should have been wise enough not to think this would amount to much. Like many projects where random collaborators are lumped together around a concept it didn't really work. It was a something of a musical whose line is it anyway. Lots of chaff, not much wheat. This one was nice though. Grizzly bear not sounding like themselves at all, at all, and singing about Shrigley's favourite type of Jam.

MP3:Grizzly Bear-Blackcurrant Jam