The Wheel of Your Tune

The Wheel of Your Tune works like this; I metaphorically turn my spinning top to reveal a random letter and number. The letter relates to an artist or the name of an album in my collection and the number relates to the track by that artist or on that album. This week’s spin landed on M6.  The track I’ve chosen is Me Gustas Tu by Manu Chao.  This is the 6th track on his album Próxima Estasión: Esperanza.  There’s something quite joyful about his music – I particularly like the live album Radio Bemba Sound System.

What’s your M6?

22 thoughts on “The Wheel of Your Tune

  1. Tarrus Riley – Marcus Garvey

    Track 6 of Tarrus Riley’s Mecoustic, his 2012 album of acoustic covers of his own full band reggae songs. Purists will tell you Riley strays from ‘pure’ reggae a little too freely at the best of times, and acoustic reggae is a rare beast indeed. But if you reference Marcus Garvey in a song, it’s probably reggae.

  2. The Marionettes – Love Is…

    It’s …(whispers) goth!! From their 1989(?) debut album

    “Love is just another word
    Don’t kid yourself”

    Struck a chord with me in my bitter and twisted days!

  3. Maximum Joy have just had a re-release of their new wave brilliance from 1981 on a mini album called I can’t stand it here on quiet nights – here’s the funky brilliance of ‘Stretch’:

  4. You can always rely on Monster Truck, and the sixth tracks on both their albums are – oddly enough – highlights. I’m confining myself to one, though.

    😉

  5. Written in 1989, the sixth track on Kirsty MacColl‘s wonderful Kite, Fifteen Minutes, still applies today. Just needs updated technology.

    There’s Suzy-Ann with her tits and curls
    Where mediocrity excels
    For those vicious boys and their boring girls
    You know it makes me sick but it’s a bozo’s world

    Then there’s always the cash
    Selling yourself for some trash
    Smiling at people that you cannot stand
    You’re in demand
    Your fifteen minutes start now

    City banker looks are in
    The heartless heart, the chinless chin
    And you’d spill your beans for just a pint of gin
    How you got so holy
    And became so thin

    In Sunday papers every week
    The silly words you love to speak
    The tacky photos and the phoney smiles
    Well it’s a bozo’s world
    And you’re a bozo’s child

    Then there’s always the cash
    Selling yourself for some trash
    Smiling at people that you cannot stand
    You’re in demand
    Your fifteen minutes start now

    • That’s called me not keeping a full record, Chris. Next week starts the “new” round of the alphabet. Apologies if we’ve double counted some letters. I’m now keeping a proper record…

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