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Anger management

19 January 2010

Sometimes I think it’s just George Monbiot and I. One of the most depressing things I see these days are the comments boxes under any article in the papers relating to climate change. If anything makes me want to slash my wrists it’s the politics of the newspaper reader. What is this alleged agenda that the environmentalists have got anyway ? How do they benefit ? How can anyone argue that we should be living any other way than sustainably ? http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/jan/04/standard-of-living-spending-consumerism

Current Listening

19 January 2010

Literally addicted to Bad Romance. And most of The Fame Monster if the truth be told. Incredibly incredibly good.

Quote

8 January 2010

“to watch and listen and to breathe salty nocturnal air so saturated with want. This late, with most of the lights extinguished,more stars are visible and the foghorn keeps sounding its single note from the breakwater. The men who speak to each other do so in low tones that could be mistaken for reverence. A gull wheels by every now and then, very white against the starry sky, and you can hear the soft swish of bicycle tires until just before dawn.””

M.C. 2004

Nostalgia for the lame

3 December 2009

Just Kids
Stargazer
Walden
Kip Of The Serenes and Heavy Petting
Forty Years On
The Pudding Shop
Kerouac Ginsberg and The Beatles
The World About Us
The Arts Lab

Quote

3 December 2009

“I feel and indeed am from “another time”. Everything I believe in is “so far away”. John Fowles believed that culture ended in 1951. Louis MacNiece ridiculed popular culture in his later poems and I feel suffocated by the respectable and unreal desert of what passes for our popular culture.”

S.D. 2008

Quote

3 December 2009

“and we thought things were bad then – little did we know we were on the brink of ever more bland nonsense – & that the eighties would last forever and dylan thomas wouldn’t even be able to say bugger all backwards even if he was close to a wireless.”

S.D. 2007

Quote

23 November 2009

“The strongest man in the world is the one who stands alone.”

H.I. via D.F.

Life

21 September 2009

The garden has reached that peak of lush golden exuberance where everything is striving to make the most of the last few days of sunshine before the cold and darkness sets in.

Current listening

17 September 2009

02:28. Erol Alkan mix. It is like a mutant techno piano in a broom cupboard version of one of those Italo Piano House hands in the air anthems from back then. When we were young. You. Yes, you most definitely know what I mean. You know when the beat cut or faded, everyones feet stopped moving and most looked at the roof of the warehouse, nightclub or basement. At the sweat dripping back onto them from the rafters or at each other. The sweetest smile of pure pleasure plastered across their faces just waiting for that moment when the bassline the klaxon or the drums would hit, fully anticipated but still taking everyone ten feet into the air and the whole place would go beserk. Pure. Ecstatic. Energy.

Current listening

17 September 2009

Blimey. I can’t stop listening to this one. To say that just listening to it is like the last twenty years never passed is a major understatement. 19 years old. “Snowball” on the record player and expecting the latest missive from PO Box 691 Bristol any time. It was just the lo-fi home made politicised enthusiastic beauty of it all. Anger and melancholy combined. And the music (or at least some of it) was just great. Snowball Lyceum and the Sensitive era was for me the high point but there were loads of great singles from that point on as well. I never did the whole paisley shirt bowl hair “tonight Matthew I am Stephen Pastel” thing but I signed up fully to the whole spirit of the thing. In fact I wore my tartan dancing trousers a hangdog sheepskin coat and my Marlboro Hip Hop Queens t-shirt to a Heavenly gig just to be contrary and had an interesting conversation with Amelia Fletcher about Kylie, who was right then in her imperial “Better the devil you know, Step back in time, What do I have to do, Shocked” period. And Matt and Clare did plenty to avoid pandering to their tweecore following. I remember smiling for days when the Poppycocteau fanzine arrived. Always wondered what happened to Paul who wrote it and some wonderful fanzines afterwards and with whom I had much correspondence. We even swapped trash nrg covers tapes at one stage.

So yes. Released in 2009. The spirit of 1986. Channelling The Field Mice, The Jesus and Mary Chain, and early MBV. And utterly utterly derivative, but it still sounds wonderful. Nostalgia is for the lame, but it’s ability to transport means I cannot resist it. And I love the thought of hundreds of 19 year old New Yorkers discovering it and thinking they have found their own amazing new sounds. I wonder if there are fanzines to go with their scene as well. I hope so. Paper ones mind. A computer screen is just not the same as a small A5 sheaf of papers filled with love and hate and boys and girls and just the whole excitement of being young stapled together and hastily shoved in a small khaki army surplus shoulder bag. So this will be one of my favourite records from 2009. No question.