Posts from 7th June 2005

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Jun 05

Fed by natural springs at Croydon!

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The Wandle Valley Festival, 12-13 June 2005

What is it? A celebration of South London’s own river, this festival has the distinction of happening within walking distance of my house. The rather byzantine website eventually gives up the festival’s secrets – a collection of thematically linked events which center on two walks – “mouth to source” and “source to mouth”. Shire horse rides, rubbish sculptures (no, no, made of rubbish) and kite flying also included.

Am I sold? I’m sold on the idea of walking along the Wandle and feel I should do it more. I’m less sold on the idea of doing it with a lot of other people. Most of the activities are a bit of a cheat, being stuff the ‘event centres’ (Abbey Mills, Deen City Farm) do anyway, but the ‘Festival’ works as an advert for family things to do in Merton and Tooting.

Festival Rating: **

Blame It On Ludwig

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Every now and then the Guardian’s real actual comments pages address a musical topic. Freed from the sensible confines of the arts section these are reliably bonkers provocative and are definitely the most entertaining musical coverage the paper provides. Here Dylan Evans gives it to Beethoven, essentially for being too emo. I think there’s a good point in here somewhere about the limits of self-expression as an artistic goal in music.

Pefect 15 Seconds in Pop Music–Jessica Simpsons introduction to These Boots

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1) the girl with the golden voice– has all of these connections to money and class, to fame, pop desire that completely is against the idea of hazzards–radical reinvention of american pop culture. everyone knows golden voice means golden hair.
2) she is claiming her own saftey–which gets me all fuzzy intertextually, if we you belive the rumours of her and johnny knoxville’s anal adventures
3) how she combines girl pop, hip hop, faux country, and her own insanely powerful voice means it combines more genres, with more history in the introduction to this song, then cowboy troy does in his whole album
4) her random trellsimo, meraunged to the heaven–crash entirely into a hip hop chorus
5) her mentioning of her ass twice in 5 seconds, as the primary source of pleasure, voids any of the virginial silliness that m arked her meterotic rise.
6) her singing sooooooweeeee and yeaaaaa haaaaa was silly, but hot.
7) the inclusion of the 70 something willie nelson as dirty ol man, means that he is perhaps the slyest person working today–is like the concessions made by johnny cash in rubins american recordings, but with out any of the cannonical rockism, its like Cash deciding to cut an album with britney spears ca hit me baby one more time—a song that Richard Thompson called one of the best written of all time.
8) and all of this before the fantastic opening stutter start that made every single solitary cover of this song interesting.

the video is supposed to be even better.