Nirvana : Unplugged In New York - 29/10/94

There may be imperfections here: the way that Kurt's fingers can't quite cope with an acoustic guitar, occasionally making the foundations of the tracks sound frail and fractured; the fact that his voice can sometimes get a little too nasal, his teeth a little too clenched. In all, they matter little, either because they lend themselves to the idea that we're party to something unfettered by circuitry and production gloss, or because they're swamped by an overwhelming charm.

'Where Did You Sleep Last Night' adds a thrilling final frosting, routeing us into music that's already been accepted as timeless. It's a fitting epilogue: soon enough, Nirvana's songs - hewn from inspired influences that this record makes beautifully clear - will be viewed with an equal amount of awe and scholarly respect. 'Unplugged' gives us proof that's all but conclusive.


So, what was expected is true. As the dust has settled, the last traces of sensationalism have disappeared into oblivion and serious retrospection has begun, this album makes its makers sound legendary. Your hankies should be at the ready.

• This review appears in the 29th October 1994 issue of the NME

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.



History:

No historical significance can be attributed to this nursery rhyme. It is sung to the same tune as "A, B, C, D, E, F, G" which in turn is from a French tune ("Ah vous dirai je") .

Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets

Chapter Eight: The death day party


October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

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Have you ever had one of those days when a feeling of dread hangs over you? Usually, when I have a day like that it's some vague thing that I can't quite put my finger on. Today, however, I had an actual reason for dread. Well, it's a reason, but not a good one.

I forgot my cell phone today.

There's no reason I should feel dread just because of the lack of a cell phone, but I did. All day long I kept feeling as if everything I did might have repercussions because I had forgotten the damn thing on the kitchen counter this morning. However did I make it through the first 30-something years of my life without a cell phone within reach 24 hours a day? ha!