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Welcome to the latest instalment of the badly titled Everyone Has Got one Good Song blog thing. Day 48.

I was thinking of building the ultimate playlist with one simple rule. One artist. One song. Each day will feature a song by an artist whose birthday is that day and then nine other songs by nine different artists just because people like things to be in tens.

The playlist is here - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4exU9MUJMWaouOgnu7zmSl?si=I5fqk7VpQX6aDGec7xvqsQ&pi=e-IfIWXc5GT56R

 

So, the idea was that you might want to follow and share and either have the playlist yourself or do your own or chat about it with me, you could use the hashtag #EHGOGS.

I’m on Twitter X thing as @fourfoot

Today’s selections is dedicated to birthday boy Kurt Cobain. This blog is impressionistic and fucking vague. It’s all about the playlist.

Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle – Nirvana Bizarrely the first place I heard Nirvana was on Steve Wright (also RIP) in the afternoon on Radio 1 in my best mate's then girlfriend's car. Nothing untoward was happening apart from the sound of a generation being beamed into a small Fiat. I was alerted to the tragic news of Kurt's death by my then housemate Tony bellowing out "fucking hell the fucker's dead" as he came in from whatever madness he'd been up to through the night. Always did think In Utero was their best album. Albini engineers his brilliant raw magic on Kurt, Dave and the other one. I personally don’t miss the comfort in being sad, though I did once write a “totes hilaires” parody of this song called Francis Jeffers Will Have His Revenge On The Arsenal. 

Back to School - Deftones. I loved having MTV in the late nineties. It was the perfect accompaniment to McDowntime – the time you weren’t in your McJob or asleep. I spent months just idly watching stuff like this on MTV2 and though I hated it at first, I was all in after fifty listens.

Oh Yeah - Can And as with the above track, this is where I first heard Can. Because I couldn’t just buy everything on a whim unheard as was my want back then. This is brilliant. RIP DAMO SUZUKI.

Last Train to Clarksville - Monkees Like most people my age, the Monkees are the sound of summer holiday morning telly. I don’t know what else to say about them really but their good stuff is up there with the best of them.

Islands - XX. Remember 2010. You couldn’t escape the XX. All their songs sounded like a young middle class couple arguing politely over the first New Order album. This isn’t a diss.

New Grass – Talk Talk. I’ve never taken morphine but I bet it feels like this song. It’s ambient, mildly jazzy, soothing, strangely comforting music.

The Letter – Nirvana Sitar and String Group Instrumental interlude time! And yes it was chosen because of the first song! I’m so unimaginative.

Reggae Like It Used to Be – Paul Nicholas. There really is no explaining this selection other than it makes me laugh every time I play it. Unintentionally awful.

Bust A Nut - Herbaliser Funky as fuck. And, if like me, you’re the kind of person who avoids people really into certain record labels because they tend to be narcissistic middle class kids with allowances then you miss out every now and then.

Smells Like Teen Spirit – Pleasure Beach An organ-driven instrumental blast through the late Kurt’s most famous hour. Thanks as ever for tolerating this stuff. Tomorrow we celebrate the wonderful Nina Simone.