Tuesday, March 20, 2007

KYLE FALCONER AND STEVIE NICKS

Does Stevie know about Kyle? Kyle sure as shit knows about Stevie. The 19 year old frontman of The View, whose debut album Hats Off To The Buskers sailed to number one earlier this year has an ambition to at least see if he can duet with Stevie. What you got to lose Stevie? Right I am going to try to make this happen. As chance would have it I will soon be meeting Stevie. I’m gonna give her Kyle’s band’s album. The very least she can do is give it to Lyndsey Buckingham if she doesn’t like it. I’m sure Kyle would be delighted. It would be the best result a young lad from Dundee has had since (insert football/sex/livestock joke here)
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DOLLY BRITNEY BONO AND BEZ

Monday night Wembley Arena. Here to see Dolly Parton a truly exceptional talent, whose song book shimmers and shakes, whose ability to gambol freely over pop country bluegrass and fields of cheese and corn matches that of the frisky filly which, even at 61, she resembles. But something is not quite right here..Dolly’s show is split in two halves and going out into the area around the venue seating in between times produces a fatal drop in atmosphere. Quite literally .. they’ve banned smoking in Wembley now completely and joyful as it is not to be met with a London smog boy do they need something to disguise the smell of their hot food. And as for the price of the drinks… well we’ll come to that presently. Wembley is one of those soul less taverns where performers have to really rearrange the psychic landscape to make it their own. Over the years I have seen it transformed a fair few times .. by Bob Dylan, The Grateful Dead (on the Mexican Day Of The Dead 31st Ocotober 1989) and Happy Mondays at the peak of their career. Wembley was rocking that night, Bez going bonkers, Rowenna the whip mistress, Shaun Ryder the Leery Jester King conducting the crowd, swaying majestically, Brit Rascals in full effect. I have also witnessed some soul destroying horrors there - Britney Spears going through the motions like a tired old slapper bored out of her skull foremost among them. The young audience gaping, bored and eventually leaving in ever-increasing droves - they had gazed into the deep dark hole of American entertainment and not liked what they saw. Judging by recent photos Britney has now done likewise. One mother told a journalist at the show that her 13-year-old daughter asked her if they could leave because it was getting “too sexy for her” Britney Spears sexy? Well, there’s a first time for everything I guess. Bono says Africa is sexy. Did you see your man on Red Nose Day on Friday Night? I’m sorry but I agree with the guy who says Gervais is becoming insufferably smug ..which means that Bono is even worse. For those that missed it Bono was the African in the mock up of a charity sketch Gervais fronted. To the unbearable smugness of the sketch he added arrogance. Its time someone gave Bono a good talking too but they’d be hard pressed to hear themselves over his blether. I imagine this blether will become increasingly prevalent as we build up to the new U2 album release. Anyway have U2 ever played Wembley (Arena)? I can’t be sure. So back to Dolly Parton an experience where the essential meanness of the venue impinged on the genuine warmth of Dolly’s best moments. There was a slight hint of the times, not uncommon at these sort of venues, where everyone is so desperate to have a good time after the trudge from the tube and the massive expense - £75 for top tickets - that the artist can get away with ..a bit too much. The venue follow suits and o in a place like Wembley the hapless punter’s money goes like water. Water, you say you want a bottle of still water? That’s a 50 cl bottle of water, a popular brand that would cost 89p in the higher end high streets - yours for £1.90. But the lady has to take the top off first, before you can quench your thirst. You don’t even get a plastic beaker! The removal of the top? That’s security that is. Or Health and Safety gone mad. You take your pick. Whatever it is it just adds to the general meanness of the whole experience. Dolly, with her outlandish demands pushing up the ticket price, must bear some of the responsibility for that (she went on more than a little too much about how she needed all the money she could get). On the other hand she is such a unique talent, a true original, one you wouldn’t want to miss. Smoky Mountain Memories (yes, I said memories, folks) , The Grass Is Blue, Nine To 5, I Will Always Love You, Little Sparrow (a miracle of awe and tenderness)..the highlights there were many. Perhapsa ll the best things do come in small, £75 a pop, packages…
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Saturday, March 17, 2007

A LINE FROM CHARLIE

Mingus, that is… Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity.
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Friday, March 16, 2007

THIS WEEK I HAVE

THIS WEEK I HAVE 1 been awestruck by Marissa Nadler’s cyclical acoustic gothic folk blues. She’s a striking young gal with a almost hypnotic effect on the 20 something crowd sat rapt at her feet ON A MONDAY night at a packed Spitz. Marissa thanked her (excellent) PR for his hard work but there’s only so much a press man or woman can do to drum up interest. Marissa has plainly got it and what the sectarian radio stations and magazines dont know the young folks understand. The Pitchfork generation my pal Stuart calls em and they gave Marissa the sort of focus and attention that many acts with much higher profile would covet. Joss Stone the week before at Koko for one. 2 bought my first ever itune. Amy Rigby’s delicious, deft, funny and suggestive Keep It To Yourself could be fucking huge. The song isn’t new but girls and guys all over the world would be spellbound by its Jonathan Richman meets Mary lou Lord style narrative hinting at a hitman to deal with a former lover turned cad. If only they could get to hear it. Worth 79p of anyone’s money, just a pity so little of it goes into Amy’s wallet. Ms Rigby is currently making an album with Wreckless Eric, still going strong and, under his real name, Eric Goulden, a published novelist. Mind you - so is Madonna 3 been surprised to find that a boxset of post Diana Ross Supremes 1970 -1973 material is , pretty ace actually. Jean Terrell, no relation to Tammi, Ross’s replacement, is a top singer. And a whole album of Jimmy Webb produced and arranged songs ? Automatically Sunshine, sunshine 4 still needed regular doses of Richard Thompson’s live version of Squeeze’s Tempted currently residing in pole position in the greatest cover versions of all time chart 5 been impressed by new Macy Gray will.i.am produced album, knocked sideways by South African newcomer Joy Delanane’s Raekwon produced single Heaven and Hell - a modern soul duet to rank alongside Wyclef Mary J Blige’s 911 - and been fired up by new albums from The Bees and The Kings Of Leon. Also upcoming Mick Flannery an extraordinarily hot, fully rounded 21 year old talent from Cork. Bejaysus the South will rise again - he’s like a 21st century one man version of the Band with hints of Bonnie Prince Billie and Tumbleweed era Elton. But everything takes a backseat for a lost soul queen. Tina Britt’s Blue All The Way collection from last year is stuff recorded late 60s early 70s. Solid gold singing with great uncredited musicians. Tina’s whereabouts are currently unknown but she and the musicians involved should all be hunted down and given special awards, have statues built for them etc..
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THE ELUSIVE MISTER STRUMMER

I am standing in a hotel bar Summer in Finland - land of the midnight sun - in 1999 where an all night drinking session is just beginning. Joe Strummer - Clash legend, now newly returned as Mescaleroes frontman - is clasping me tight and crying. “I really l do love to see those pillboxes, Gavin,” he sobs. We are both drunk and the party of Finnish rockers (many part of a Clash tribute band) that we have momentarily left at a table crowded with drinksare somewhat flummoxed. Joe has become enraged and left the table crying because The Finns seem to think its funny that the Great Punk Rock Icon is actually a patriot - moved to tears when he talks of those World War 2 Pillboxes that are symbols of his father’s generation fight to keep The Reich at bay. But, as anyone who has read Chris Salewicz’s Strummer biography Redemption Song or sees Julien temple’s new valiant documentary The Future Is Unwritten will know, Strummer - rebel, partriot, father, hippy, punk, gentleman, hothead - was a complex many sided character. And a defining event in shaping that character was his relationship with his brother David, who committed suicide in 1971, when Joe was 20. What I didn’t know back when Joe was blubbing in the Finnish hotel bar was the depth of the significance a pillbox had in Strummer’s psyche. Redemption Song reveals that, days before David’s body was discovered on a London Park Bench, Strummer instinctively knew his brother was gone when a search of the pillbox behind the childhood family home proved fruitless. In Temple’s documentary family home movies show David and Joe as young children, before their distinctive and very different lives parted. But of course Joe’s journey into music drugs, sex and revolution could never really be separated from David’s into sullen aloneness, the occult and the destructive hate of the National Front. Strummer’s likelong battle against fascism, his constant desire to be the last man standing at any social gathering, the pure sullen rage expressed in Straight To Hell, the clarion calls of Clash City Rockers and Yalla Yalla, the sad valediction of White Man in Hammersmith Palais - everywhere in his music the mark left by David is apparent. Temple’s documentary is a work of love for a dearly deaprted and, crucially, an attempt to preserve the warrior spirit that defined Joe’s life. And yet, of course, Joe’s intense private relationship with his brother and his brother’s memory remains just offscreen. In an uncanny fashion. I was one of many journalists who contributed old interviews to Temple’s movie so that, in the style of John Lennon in The Beatles Anthology, the man Strummer could tell his own story from beyond the grave. Punk Rock Warlord, the first track on the soundtrack album of The Future Is Unwritten, comes from a video interview I did with Joe, metaphorically beating his chest, to promote the first Mescaleroes album But the thing was this I have drawerfuls of tapes, I keep everything and my wife - also a journalist - does likewise. We had both spoken to Strummer on tape about David, a subject he rarely touched on. And , you guessed it, the tapes that simply couldnt be found, that inexplicably disappearred? The ones were Joe talked, albeit guardedly, about David. Some things remain private, even beyond the grave. Not that the absence of the tapes in anyway diminishes the movie far from it . In any case interviews with friends and family underline that such ties are often too deep NOT to affect a musician’s art. Songs like Noel Gallagher’s Live Forever, U2’s I Will Follow , Tupac’s beautiful Mama’s Just A Little Girl - all inspired by mothers. Or Marvin Gaye’s What’s Goin’ On inspired by his brother Frankie’s experience in Vietnam. And as Joe’s life and work shows often its real pain, the deep dark secrets that every man woman boy child girl holds in their heart, that create the richest deepest most long lasting living blues.
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Thursday, March 15, 2007

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR

Page 6 THursday March 15th 2007 Brits 3rd Biggest Boozers Mind you don’t spill your drinks at the shocking news folks…BUT the Irish have topped the European Commission Chart for Youth Binge Drinking, knocking the hooded oiks and lairy, alcopop-chasing city types of Blighty into 3rd place! Whats more deeply concerned Health Commissioner Marko Kyprianou has revealed The Finns are in the number two position. The Finns! I know the Finns - they are a big family who live just outside a Dublin. That makes it top two places to the Irish. Doubles all round to celebrate.
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THE SOUND OF THE SUBURBS, THE SOUND OF THE CITY

THE SOUND OF THE SUBURBS, THE SOUND OF THE CITY THIS IS FROM NICK TESCO, the Members man now at Music Week. Obviously a government that bans Magic Mushrooms without consultation, that denies War veterans the right to the pleasure of a smoke and cant look after the most vulnerable members of society has no interest in allowing the Sacred Voice of Musicians to be heard in places where deals are done and brains are, traditionally, deadened. But recent events have shown webintervention CAN make a difference….over to NIck, I really don’t normally forward these kind of things but I reckon, in this case, we have to try to protect live music in this country. Cheers, Nick please sign this if you haven’t already MUSIC PETITION There is a government move to make it very difficult for musicians to perform live in small venues, or for schools, pubs and charities to raise money for causes through musical events. The new legislation will inhibit the central role music making has in our lives and communities. If you circulate this to your musician (and non-musician!) friends, all each person has to do is go to the government’s petitions website below, give your name, email and address - it takes about 30 seconds. And it could make a vital difference to the nurturing of community music making, and enabling young musicians to find their feet in the performing world. The live music/licensing e-petition now has nearly 5,700 signatures. It currently stands at no.19 in the list of 1,702 petitions on the Number 10. This is good, especially in just under a month - and there are five more months in which people can sign. But the petition needs to do much better to make an impression on ministers, and to encourage DCMS to implement music-friendly amendments. website: http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/licensing/
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SAVE OUR SPITZ

SAVE OUR SPITZ HERES THE SKINNY. Just the facts - Spitz longstanding cultural epicentre, a beacon for alternative nation Klezmer, folk, punk, country, blues n soul n rock n rap, n electropsychedelic wonderment all in the heart of East City of LOndon is faced with closure. The Landlord wants to house another - in a lets bring bring the tone of the area up stylee- fancy restaurant in the building that currently houses the Spitz Bar restaurant and Live music venue. Just what the world and London’s Square Mile needs - another bunch of yuk nogs farting and belching; drinking and eating . Another bigger kitchen spewing out the cleaning fats that clog up the overworked sewer system. And - most crucially - another buncha minstrels with nowhere to go… Ladies and gentlemen, Sisters and Brothers. Are we gonna fucking take it….? Well…. The cultural priorities of the new modern horror complex, the public private finance eyesore of Broad Street, the extended New Europe Gateway, on the fringes of the Square Mile City of London stock market, are telling. In years gone by, thrusting upwards to a dazzling new future or otherwise, Londoners knew how to keep things in perspective. They had certain…priorities. Show me a major settlement with an on site tube station and I could show you the 3D London Underground logos on easy to see signs. Not any longer - approaching Liverpool Street Station from the Shoreditch High Street end of Bishopsgate the shape of the future city nightmare becomes ever clearer. Faceless office blocks. The Steel and Glass that Lennon sang of. The logo and insignia of coffeee shops and coffee chains and newspapersellers and juice bars and fast food outlets. The proscribed access routes and seated areas patrolled by private security staff. A tube sign? Screw your eyes up and look at those little gold on black arrow pointers on the size zero route markers - there might be a logo on there. But a tube sign that would tell outsiders (or remind insiders that know) what’s under the clear perspex canopy ? A symbol of our communal togetherness, competing, toiling, working, living, travelling and commuting together ? A little of that valuable bought and paid for public space given over to the underground? In a city that is (still hoping) to host the olympics? Forget it. Its a money machine churning out ever more hollow example of what a public space can bring, be and issue forth. The East London development around this area is huge and its just hotting up leading to the Olympics. New train lines, more office blocks, housing (a percentage of it - why do I think as small a percentage as the contractors can legally get away with? - affordable). The rest? Possibly as obscenely overpriced as the housing in the freemarket/public housing racial social interface that is “Jesus” Green. Areas like that will continue to provide headaches for whatever replaces the New Labour Smarm Machine when the development is complete. But then who will care?. After all the contracts have been paid off. Once the brandy and stogies are passed round, hands shaken and backs slapped. Those who made the mischei possible will by that time be off soaking up rays on some Caribbean haven. Or, possibly, getting it together with International Bankers and Financial lions on their golf course of choice. And if they cant even manage a tube sign …well why would they care about The Spitz? We hear alot these days about community and caring for the environment. Of creating equable living space in places where it is often - literally and metaphorically - hard to breathe. The Spitz is a cultural oasis. It is almost opposite the beautiful but ominous Hawksmoor Church in Spitalfields, almost directly opposite the Ten Bells at the centre of the Jack The Ripper Tourist Trail, a short walk from the teeming cultural life of Brick Lane, Banglatown, the private homes of Gilbert and George, Tracey Emin and writer Jeanette Winterson. It makes everything around it better by being there. And The Spitz isn’t part of the 24 hour City drinking boom that The Standard wrote about this week on their front page. The Spitz has what is, in this era of myspace downloads/everyones a blogger and a DJ culture, a rarity… LIVE MUSICIANS. Making magic quicksilver in their hands. Most recently Marissa Nadler’s ravishing goth folk. Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby… In the past - Wilko J, Laura Veirs, Jenny Lewis and on and on and on. It gives a musical pulse to a community otherwise constricted and restricted, concretised, entombed in modernity. Heremetically sealed by the planners perogative. The Spitz allows a little freedom away from all of that. Oh I don’t deny I am a little self interested in saving The Spitz. I have witnessed some great music there. Met and bonded with some real lovely peeps, fans and music makers from all over the world. The Spitz is one of those venues that people remember - it is on a mystic international trail of pickers and slappers. Musicians remember its unique design, its special acoustic with the high wooden celings, its dressing room housed on a wooden platform above the stage. Songbirds and axemanglers, elctroboffins and turntablists - sound makers of every stripe - have all come there to make the city sound real and sweet. To help us remember ourselves. We forget that - or let the landlords, the planners, the money men, who ever - allow us to forget it - at Our Collective Peril. Perhaps I could make like Jarvis Cocker and just put it down to the C words running the world. But I do hope there’s some move to the Brother D option - agitate, educate, organize. Because - sure as shit smells - the Spitz is more than just another music venue….Its a line in the fucking sand is what it is…
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