Hump Day in Corporate Hell (Part 2)

I’m persevering – so far – so I’m continuing on with the current “Block out Bullshit” plan I’ve established already this morning here in Corporate Hell.  I’m also continuing with the ‘Like WOW man!‘  and concept themes I’ve also got going with ‘The Story of Simon Simopath‘  album by Nirvana.

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No, not that Nirvana.

This Nirvana was an English rock band, formed in London, England in 1965.  Though the band achieved only limited commercial success, they were acclaimed both by music industry professionals and by critics.  In 1985, the band reformed and ended up taking Kurt Cobain to court over the name, eventually reaching an undisclosed settlement.  It has also been suggested that ‘Nevermind’  had a very similar cover to ‘Simon Simopath’.

I don’t see it – but you be the judge.

However, it is still Simply the Tits.

The Story of Simon Simopath‘ (subtitled “A Science Fiction Pantomime”, suitably expressing the deliberately childlike tone of the album) was the debut album by the band released in 1967 on Island Records.  The lyrics trace the story from life to death of the titular hero via a series of short songs.

The story deals with a boy named Simon Simopath who dreams of having wings.  He is unpopular at school, and after reaching adulthood (in 1999) goes to work in an office in front of a computer (gee, this feels so…familiar).  He then suffers a nervous breakdown (there’s that deja vu again) and is unable to find help in a mental institution, but gets aboard a rocket and meets a centaur (God, I only wish!) who will be his friend and a tiny goddess named Magdalena, who works at Pentecost Hotel.  Simon and Magdalena fall in love and get married, followed by a jazzy party.

Yay!

How much fun does that sound, right?

However, don’t go thinking that it’s all that and bag of chips just yet.  It’s…well…weird.  Even weirder than you might immediately think upon reading the above description.  I mean, it’s about as unique as the unlikely pairing of Greek keyboard player (Alex Spyropolous) and and Irish singer (Patrick Campbell Lyons), with orchestral arrangements by Sid Dale (Who worked famously with Scott Walker) is going to get.  But it’s outdated as far as British psychedelia is concerned.  It’s cool, but you’re not likely going to play it over and over again while hitting the bong on a Friday night, that’s for sure.

Okay, once…maybe.

It is an interesting break – as it was intended – from all the other office bullshit going on around me.

So in that way, it is a total success.

The standouts on this Psychedelic fairy tale are the breathtakingly beautiful ‘Wings of Love‘  and the uplifting ‘Satellite Jockey‘  and ‘Hymn like ‘Pentecost Hotel‘  lovingly arranged and produced and entirely locked in their age.  It’s a total paradox, in a way the music is very dated, but magically remains utterly timeless and at times, downright futuristic, even the vaudeville jugband romp of ‘1999‘.

I’d listen to this shit over the brain-numbing din of fellow co-workers locked in “Conference Call Hell” (click HERE) any day.

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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