Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Welcome to the chronicles of Lord Bassington-Bassington, coming to you from Little Storping in the Swuff – a quaint place located somewhere between England’s Lake District and the outskirts of the Norwegian capital.
This is intended as a log of His explorations of music, books, films and so on. I, your humble chronicler, is merely His Lordship’s secretary.
For more information on Lord Bassington-Bassington, please confer this blog’s opening post. Contacts can be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org.
As Lord Bassington-Bassington and Lady Mju found themselves in those parts of Oslo, a return to the house of the mysterious Sufi master was suddenly on the books.
The roses are gone, but the garden still blooms, which of course led His Lordship in a leap (or waddle) of thought from Sufism to neofolk. Typical of absent-minded bassets, really.
Well, the sight of the blooming garden led Lord Bassington-Bassington to consider the sad fate of Forseti frontman Andreas Ritter, and to remember this beautiful tribute to him by German group Sonnentau.
And as His Lordship is also a bit of a (cough) record enthusiast, here is a picture of Forseti's Windzeit vinyl box set, perhaps the ultimate neofolk release and certainly Lord Bassington-Bassington's most expensive Discogs purchase.
(Pictures stolen from the Discogs Forseti page. Yes, morals are sorely lacking in Basset hounds).
Sorry for rambling, we promise the next post will be more coherent. Possibly.
Does dandyism have political implications? While Lord Bassington-Bassington certainly has political opinions, he likes to think that they have little relevance to how he dresses. Even if his taste for the classic might reveal a predilection towards conservatism. And sure, today people assume that if you dress a bit old-fashioned it's because you long for the days when the lord of the manor held sway, peasants knew their place and pheasants lived in fear.
An assumption as stupid as suspecting that all who wear jeans hanker back to the social order during the Wild West.
For men who take an interest in clothes come in all shapes, sizes and colours, from all walks of life and hold all sorts of political convictions. So while perusing an edition of The Communist Manifesto the other day, Lord Bassington-Bassington was pleased to find these comments on the connection between men's dress and revolution in A.J.P. Taylor's insightful introduction.
"None of them (Marx' early disciples) was a proletarian in the new Maxist sense; none, that is, was a factory worker. Their occupations provide striking examples of the class from whom revolutionaries are often drawn. Most of them were tailors - an occupation which gives a man much time for solitary revolutionary reflection and also perhaps an intimate distaste for the upper classes."
"In old England the village cobbler was always the radical and the Dissenter. After all, the lord of the manor had to have his boots made and mended, whatever the cobbler's political opinions."
So how better to celebrate these astute observations than to publish a picture of Russian Futurist poet Vladimir Mayakovsky? Lord Bassington-Bassington first saw this picture when still a puppy, on the back of an LP of Swedish punk and hardcore, and it's fair to say that it has exerted a certain influence on how His Lordship dresses.