Posts from March 2001

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Mar 01

Am I Cool Or Not?

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Am I Cool Or Not?: an AICON first. Nipples.

I was too overwhelmed

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I was too overwhelmed by tiredness and gratitude last night to comment on the birthday stuff so I will do so here. What excites me about it is the diversity of approaches – travelogues, anecdotes, analyses, hilarious rantings, confessions – that the contributors took to writing about something as simple and enormous as an ‘underrated pop song’. What also excites me is that so many of the contributors mixed up musical comment with personal memories – lots of the covering letters I got said stuff like, oh, I’m sorry if this is too personal. No, that’s the point. You don’t listen in a vacuum. You don’t listen with perfect blank ears. Who you are and where you are and what you’re thinking is important.

So what really excites me is that I’ve managed to find 26 sites which have started off in the last 12 months alone – and there must be tons more – who mostly seem to instinctively know this. Music writing shouldn’t be something which gets cut off from the rest of life. It shouldn’t be thought of as more or less real than writing about love or sex or the washing-up, particularly since music writing often is about love or sex or the washing up.

Twenty-six sites aren’t enough. Let’s have more! Anyone who’s ever kept a diary can write about pop music. Anyone who’s ever kept a diary and listens to pop music probably is writing about it. Somewhere along the line a ‘rock journalist’ turned from somebody who sold us the pop facts to somebody who sold us the pop opinions. Maybe Jann Wenner did it, or Richard Meltzer or that bloke who did Crawdaddy. Who cares? I don’t. We don’t need to buy any more opinions: we just need to listen to each others.

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Here’s two more: <a href> <p>

Go and make a site.

MARK ‘RUFF’ RYDER – Joy

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MARK ‘RUFF’ RYDER – Joy

Already been around for a while this one, but finally a proper release: i.e. on the singles racks at a Well-Known Record Store. (hah! no free plugs for Mr Branson. Oops…) You should already know this. It’s the tasty two-step t-for-terrific track which is a re-working of ‘Tainted Love.’ Yes, that ‘Tainted Love.’ The one that EVERYONE love’s, and no-one would dare fuck with… until now. I can’t describe the track itself. But it is an AWESOME thing. As Special MC puts it ‘2-step beats and wickedest bass.’ It sounds to me pretty much like jungle used to (back when it was any good), but the emphasis is on an enormous bassline which apes the Tainted Love synth riff (also present and correct) rather than on the beats. So we’re somewhere in the jump-up manor.

‘Tainted Love’ itself always skipped along that fine line between loss and hedonism, as its reincarnation as 80s nite good time classic proved. ‘Joy’ pushes this ambiguity further. The MC’s shout ‘You bring me love and you bring me joy’ opens up the tune along its main faultline. Is it the ‘bad boy selector’ who’s bringing joy? In which case the joy is in the dance, and the concomitant possibility that ‘all the ravers, left, right, and centre’ can ‘grab a girl, grab a boy.’ But the insistent two note synth refrain from the original tune reminds us that this is only tainted love and restores the ambivalence: ‘we get you freaky.’ Dialectics in pop — these propositions cannot be reconciled, they can only be re-wound.

Happy Birthday NYLPM

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Happy Birthday NYLPM: this weblog is one today, and its parent site is two years old. Here’s what we’ve done to celebrate.

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Mar 01

The Aislers Set

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The Aislers Set, tuneful and highly likeable indie popsters, have a weblog! I got this from somebody (Sophie?) but I can’t remember who. It’s not really much of a weblog though because it doesn’t have a second entry yet. I suspect pop stars are too busy doing thrilling pop things like mending bass strings and sitting in vans to write stuff for weblogs.

Oh Master P

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Oh Master P: has it come to this?

The Question

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The Question: Is it possible for a day which involves drinking in a Coopers station pub, The Griffin at Embankment, a pub in Sloane Square, a Rat And Parrot, a dodgy pub called The Sawyers Arms right next to Paddington, and a Firkin to still be a good day?

The Answer: Yes.

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Mar 01

Never ceasing in our quest to find the world’s greatest pubs, Pete and I are off to the sunny Canaries to hunt down

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Never ceasing in our quest to find the world’s greatest pubs, Pete and I are off to the sunny Canaries to hunt down Top Tourist Trap Taverns. We go so you don’t have to.

Pete may suffer some form of withdrawal symptom from the pubs of (North) London and from proper English lager. However I cannot wait to get my chops round that pissy Spanish stuff and if we find anywhere of note you will be the first to know. Dos cervezas y dos cuba libres por favor barman.

Hasta la vista.

let me be the first to say it

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let me be the first to say it: if you didn’t happen to notice that garish, that obtrusive and, yes, just a wee bit hopeless message to the right, today is tom ewing’s birthday. i first met him when he was my current age. scary.

a tom moment: our first encounter was in alt.music.techno, nearly four years ago. i posted in a thread about the chemical brothers, how the mainstream media was willfully overlooking their indebtedness to hip-hop. well, apparently, i didn’t know what i was getting into as there was something much larger going on within the thread, and so he brusquely pushed me aside. i hated him then, and i hate him now.

happy birthday, tom!

Thousand

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Thousand: well, here’s a turn up for the books.