Sometimes you’ve just got to shut-the-fuck-up and listen.
Another marvellous day with the Rakes
Alan got lost backstage. Incendiary could have been beaten up by De la Soul, but probably weren’t (not that they can remember).
Aimee Mann – The Forgotten Arm
Don’t people realize good music when they hear it?
Holger Czukay, Jaki Liebezeit and Burt Friedman, Paard van Troye, Den Haag 24/05
Rasping a celebratory greeting through a French horn, Czukay bestrode the stage like a seasoned pro, taking photos of the bewildered (though jubilant) audience for his website
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VHS or Beta – Night On Fire
No Cabaret! is one of the catchiest emo-funk numbers from the album written about the ridiculous cabaret laws in NYC.
My Life in the Bush of Ghosts – David Byrne & Brian Eno
Drawing comparisons with Der Ost is Rot or Movies by Holger Czukay (who, incidentally, was using samples in his work a good three to four years earlier) is an interesting game.
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VHS or Beta – Paard Van Troye, Den Haag 23/05/05
The singer pleaded for the crowd to come forward, which they did, like shy calves coming to get a mouthful of grass.
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Letter From London June 2005
I’ll let Chuck D finish the tale: “London wasn’t into soft music. They wanted their music rock hard.”
Dealing with Ignorant Idiots
The last of the good, kind, honest and wise people left should come with me now, adorn their brows with garlands of wild roses and prepare themselves by drinking the annointed mead out of the blessed cups, prepare libations to their ancestors, pour sweet, fragrant oils on the ceremonial pyre prepared for them, and leave this Age of Idiocy.
Music Magazines
A few weeks ago an ex-NME journalist wrote a big piece in a national paper …she displayed a complete lack of knowledge or interest in music. She had never heard of (for instance) Krautrock. It’s a bit like a film journalist holding a hand up after ten years in the job and saying, ‘bugger me, have you watched anything by Kurosawa? Is he good?’