The Glass

So, I’ve been to see that Stewart Lee this evening. I saw a Mark Thomas thing last year, which was really an extended lecture about walking the West Bank barrier rather than a stand up thing (and I’ve not forgotten that after just one series his show went from being ‘The Mark Thomas Comedy Product’ to ‘The Mark Thomas Product’) so this was kind of the first comedy show I’ve been to since I saw a quite remarkably young and fresh faced Fry and Laurie in about 1987.

The Stewart Lee show… he had a couple of hours to explain, really explain, how it is that now he doesn’t do anything other than drive to gigs and spend time watching Scooby Doo with his son and so has absolutely no material to talk about. It was very good. The only annoying thing was a comment he made about how one of the only original things he’d ever thought of didn’t get a laugh when in fact it’s also one of the only original things I’ve ever thought of….

Him on stage: “Some people ask if I’m a glass half full or a glass half empty kind of person, but I find I’ve been increasingly doubting the existence of the glass.”

Me in classroom:
Kid – Sir, are you a glass half full or glass half empty kind of person?
Me – *sigh* There’s no glass.

(I haven’t actually had that conversation, although I have got it saved up ready to have if the opportunity should present itself.)

I enjoyed the comments about Wolvo looking like a combination of a winding-passagewayed rambling medieval town and East Germany, and about how, for anyone in the least bit famous, Twitter was Big Brother and if he ever lost his memory he could recover everything he’d done by people’s sightings of him. (OMG Celeb Watch – sitting next to Stewart Lee. He looks fat. And depressed.)

I want to see it again, and have also been spoiled by the fact that he’s been publishing annotated transcripts of his shows with long explanatory introductions so I have come to feel that I need that and, whilst a major point of what he does is that Stand Up is an art form in and of itself and he tries to work towards creating something that could only work because he is performing it in his own particular way on stage, I want that book. Of course if I was one of the blokes behind me who kept up a nonstop commentary of the number of different times they’d seen him and what kind of mood he seemed to be in compared to last time I could just get to know and understand it by seeing it more often, but they might be there again and I wouldn’t enjoy that at all.

More Whales

One of my classes has about seven weeks left before final deadlines, which is enough time to do what needs to be done without actually being lots of time, if you see what I mean. So today about half of them spent three hours arguing about whether they would be able to survive if they were ever eaten by a whale. I ended up making a ‘no talking about whales’ graphic and putting it on the wall. Didn’t work.

The Pogues – Greenland Whale Fishery mp3
R.E.M. – I Will Survive mp3
The Indelicates – We Hate The Kids mp3

Monday Pop

A quick burst of fun to get the week underway, stumbled across the other day on an old mix CD (I can’t quite believe I’ve got old mix CDs but this was made six or seven years ago which feels old to me – I mean, I was in my mid-thirties then! Who can imagine such a thing?). They’re one of the bands that suffer from my then habit of acquiring the odd song rather than albums which means that these two are virtually all I know, but having been jogged by this I will go have a wider listen.

Hot Hot Heat – Goodnight Goodnight mp3
Hot Hot Heat – Island of the Honest Man mp3

The Archive

A little something to watch – (little indeed, it’s only a little more than seven minutes long). Channel 4 have their finger in a number of media pies, and one of the really interesting one is a rather lovely documentary website – 4docs.org.uk – a little repositrory of short documentary films – things to watch before you try to make your own. Perhaps the best known thing on there is ‘This Is A True Story’, Paul Berczeller’s film about the young Japanese women found dead in the snow in North Dakota, apparently searching for the money buried by Steve Buscemi’s character in Fargo, although of course all is not what it seems.

What I want to nudge you towards is a film called The Archive, about a vinyl collection built up over a lifetime and the question of what will happen to it next. It’s something I use in the classroom to teach about documentary film making and it tends to ‘get’ the students every bit as much as it gets me.

I could embed it, but I think you should go to the site to find it, and you can find it with this link right here.

John Miles – Music mp3

Just because…

…it’s a nice day, and almost all of the coursework is in and marked on time (curse the exam board and their cheeky ‘closing the online data entry form after the deadline’ shenanigans) and the exam paper was good this morning too, and this has just come on random. But mainly the nice day thing.

Big Star – Dony mp3

Beat the Whites with the Red Wedge

I was reading Robert Hughes’ ‘The Shock of the New’ the other week and this picture nudged me off to look up some more about that 80s moment, because although a lot of artists have had a lot of mentions I can’t recall reading anything in particular dedicated to Red Wedge.

This won’t be that post either, because I was derailed by the opening of the Wikipedia article – ‘the movement was launched when Billy Bragg, Paul Weller, Kirsty MacColl and Strawberry Switchblade attended a House of Commons…’ hang on.

There are some other Strawberry Switchblade posts out there (it will come as no surprise at all to find them on The Vinyl Villain, for example) but it seems apt time for another mention. They sang one big song, stayed around for a few more and went on their way. There is a fantastic archive page here and I thought I’d highlight a few Peel Session recordings from from there…

Strawberry Switchblade – Secrets mp3
Strawberry Switchblade – Trees and Flowers mp3

…along with a lovely cover of that single…

Revolver – Since Yesterday mp3

… and a half memory of seeing them live once, as a support act at Wembley Arena, but I shall leave it there and you may dig to see who might have been headlining if you must. It was a friend’s trip and I didn’t pay.

Sigh

Hello world.

“worth the trouble … worth the pain … worth the worry
I would do the same if we all went back to another time
I will love you over”

Belle and Sebastian – Like Dylan in the Movies mp3

Normal service will be resumed at some point. Although you should bear in mind that ‘normal’ around here tends to mean ‘long periods of near silence interspersed with burst of activity when I find some kind of structure that gets me posting at the very least every day for a little while’.

A Quiet Back Room

I’ve meant to play this several times recently, particularly of a Friday when a bit of swing can be just what we need, but I’ve always found, on getting to work, that although there should be two clones of my iTunes library there this isn’t on either of them and by the evening I’ve forgotten about it again. It’s not quite Friday yet as I type but it will be fairly soon and at least I won’t forget this way.  This particularly track came on one of the ‘Six Feet Under’ soundtrack CDs and I have a very strong inkling that it’s one of the things Nat discovers in his Dad’s back room behind the store, a place he went to to run away from the world.

Peggy Lee – I Love Being Here With You mp3

From the mail…

The Pool Whales are from Oakland, California and sing lovely folky pop songs.  I’ve been listening to their self-titled album a lot over the last week or so (it arrived in my inbox just as I should have been busy with something else and therefore got the kind of attention stuff in my inbox so rarely gets – and I’m glad it did) and this is both the poppiest thing on there and my favourite thing on there, but it’s all well worth a listen.  It’s a little bit home made and I’ve left it like that rather than edit out the buzzy bits.

The Pool Whales – The Light mp3

Interestingly, the band have been formed by a singer  – Adam Balbo – who is another of the few people I’ve ever paid attention to when they wrote to me, although I didn’t post anything of his then. I don’t like any of his solo things nearly as much as any of the Pool Whales stuff though, I have to say.

The Pool Whales bandcamp page is here where you can listen to the rest of the album and they are on facebook over here.

Maundy Thursday

I think I’ve woken up with more of the most terrible hangovers on Good Friday than on any other day.  Back in the old days of doing a job with normal holidays, that extra day off made the Thursday evening before special. It helped that Thursday night was five-a-side-and-the-pub night anyway, but Maundy Thursday tended not to just mean the pub, it meant afters at a club or restaurant or house party or all of them – I was just old enough to have some of the stamina of a seasoned drinker but still young enough not to know any better.

Now holiday time is, in reality, a little less precious (it’s not really, you know, but I have to make some allowances for having thirteen weeks a year instead of four) and tomorrow doesn’t feel any different from any other Friday, although unlike just about everywhere else in education in the country I’m still at work this week, although I do get to have a week off when the girlies have gone back, although I’m going to have to come in for two days of that for stuff we organised when we didn’t realise that Wolvo had decided to ignore the rest of the country’s holiday dates and set their own.

Running off to my mum’s straight after work today for a few days away.  Fairly unlikely to discover one of those Good Friday hangovers tomorrow but you never know.

Teenage Fanclub – Alcoholiday mp3

Scott’s Message to the Public

The bodies of Scott, Wilson and Bowers were discovered in November 1912 by a search party from his base camp, who built the cairn in the picture you can see in the previous post. Along with his diary a number of letters home were found, to his family and friends and his colleagues and sponsors, and one ‘Message to the Public’ which you can read here (which is where I’ve been reading the diary from). That message ends…

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance, and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale, but surely, surely, a great rich country like ours will see that those who are dependent on us are properly provided for.

Scott’s reputation has waxed and waned over the years, from a inspirational hero to a dangerous fool.  It’s very difficult to read the diaries, of Oates’ sacrifice and of the price they all ultimately paid, and not think of the War that was to come in just a couple of years.  One of the letters found and sent home was to Scott’s friend JM Barrie, and although it was written by Barrie before Scott’s diary was written, never mind read, its also difficult not to think of Wendy’s instructions to the Lost Boys – “I have a message to you from your real mothers and it is: we hope our sons will die like English gentlemen” (or indeed of Peter’s haunting ‘To die would be an awfully big adventure’.  I have a half formed proposal for a dissertation on Peter Pan, a book/play/collection of films that I love,  although I suspect it’s been done lots of times – I think it’s a very strange and dark thing indeed – read this for starters).

One source I’ve read says that the burial cairn has been unseen for almost all of the last century, burried under thick drifts of snow. Another that movement and splintering of the Ross Ice shelf  the cairn rests on has already given Scott and his men the burial at sea they would have wanted.  All agree that if that hasn’t happened yet, it will.

There is a part of me that can see there is an argument made by those who say Scott was a dangerous fool and responsible for his mens’ deaths, just as there is a part of me that fears, even now, for the mood and state of mind he helped to create that lead to those following orders to march out of the trenches across No Man’s Land, and yet I find it impossible, inconceivable, not to be moved and stirred by the story, and despite that snag of understanding to really feel contempt for those that would undermine the glory of Scott’s story.  He marched to the Pole because it was there, and he did it in such a way that we should know everything about it after he had gone.   He wanted to do something marvelous, and he did.

Summertime

A quicky that I will add some music too a bit later on – this morning here was like yesterday at work – grey and pale and a little cool – but the sun burnt through it by around noon and it was just the right day to have this for lunch.

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Bike ride along the towpath whilst a ragu blips in the oven this afternoon…

… which was lovely and the food was all ready when we got home.

And earlier today I found this on the charity shop crawl…

…which I picked up and bought as soon as I saw it, firstly because of the comment on one of the more vile things Thatcher once said (and that’s saying something), that any man taking the bus after the age of 25 was a failure (although as public spaces have been increasingly been ‘privatised’ as they are treated not as communal places where you have responsibilities but just as your square yard where you can do exactly what you want and everyone else can sod off she’d probably think they had at least something going for them) and then because of the Kitchenware label and also because although I don’t think I’ve heard this before it just rang a bell (although it could be that there’s something about adjective-noun names for indie bands of a certain era – are the Fatima Mansions where the Screaming Abdabs travel to on the Blue Aeroplanes?).

The Fatima Mansions – Only Losers Take The Bus mp3

Being a good 80s (just – 1989) 12″ single it comes with some nice dancey remixes

The Fatima Mansions – OLTTB (Hail and Flames) mp3
The Fatima Mansions – OLTTB (Hail and Adios) Non Stop Party Pumpin Mix mp3

and something extra which I was hoping might be a cover of the Soft Cell song but isn’t

The Fatima Mansions – What? mp3

The National Health

With barely a whimper from the spineless shits in the Liberal Democrats, parliament has pushed the demolition of the NHS through this evening. The bill will become law and the break up of NHS services will charge ahead, the imposition of massive new layers of management and bureaucracy in the name of reducing management and bureaucracy, the opening up of hospitals to private care providers, the removal of any need to provide core services but instead for providers to pick and choose, the fundamental driving force of a hospital’s management to become financial viability, the removal of responsibility from government to provide a national health service at all, the power to remove or relocate services on financial grounds with no requirement to consider the needs of provision, the lack of the kind of joined up care which had, for example, seen such fantastic advances in cardiac care in the last years of the labour government (and Cameron lied and lied and lied and claimed that problems with cardiac care – one of many shining examples of everything that was going right with the system – showed why reform was necessary and the lib dems applauded and voted and nobody in the press did or said a fucking thing) and the complete point blank refusal to allow the public, the press, parliament or the expert groups look at the risk assessments prepared considering what could possibly go wrong as a result of the reforms and, having made financial viability the cornerstone of NHS managements, the opening of up to 49% of beds to private providers in ever hospital (and shirley fucking williams lying and lying and lying and saying that at least there was a cap now when there was no cap before when in fact the cap before was the average figure at the time a previous reform came into force and that figure was 2% and nobody did or said a thing about it and on and on it went) and private providers rubbing their hands with glee in the sure knowledge that not only is the provision of health care about to shoot downhill, the resources we do have are also about to be strip mined and public capital again waltzed away by the government into the hands of private corporations

and then tomorrow afternoon the conservatives and liberal democrats will bray and cheer as we face austerity by giving millions back in tax breaks to the wealthiest in our society – because it remains a cornerstone of liberalism that the rights of a multi millionaire to fill his second swimming pool with vintage champagne as well as his first have to be given precedence over the right of a disabled adult who needs a carer in the night so he doesn’t have to spend his life in nappies lying in his own shit- and the liberals will cheer at the rise in the allowance which was happening anyway, does nothing at all for the poorest in society because they are under the limit already and doesn’t compensate for the increases in indirect taxation which do hit the poorest disproportionately hard anyway and jollying each other along because of maintaining the principles of clamping down on tax avoidance which tax reform groups today have pointed out mean nothing at all and will have no effect at all and in any event the only claim that was being made was that the handouts to the richest of the rich (we’re talking about the less than 1% of the population in this to-be-scrapped tax band) was that the government would start actually enforcing the rules that already existed although they failed to mention that because of the number of staff at HMRC they’ve sacked it is physically impossible for the Revenue to keep up with things as they are now let alone expand their operations and clap each other and their lizard overlords on the back when they claim that the continued transfer of everything we own to those who own everything already is mitigated by raising the duty paid when a house is purchased, and that this somehow makes it work cutting back income tax for the richest of the rich and cutting benefits for the poorest of the poor and cutting benefits for the working poor and cutting benefits for the disabled and for poorer families with children who are the ones paying for the giveaways to the wealthy who talk such utter shit about tax rates – they are ineffective because people object to paying them and they drain investment because people must pay them and they want rates to be cut because if rates are cut they will have to pay more but if they have to pay more they’ll leave the country. Leave the fucking country. We’ll levy exit taxes and duties on you as you go as I think you’ll find all of that stuff is ours, and we will be wanting it back. Our day will come.

I have never expected anything else from the tories but the liberal democrats can rot in fucking hell.

Billy Bragg – Jerusalem mp3

It’s Thursday and I’m living in deadline hell when it should really be my students’ deadline hell but it doesn’t seem to bother them nearly as much as it bothers me – let’s dance.

One day I would like to think that I manage to live in a world where I get it together to enforce really early deadlines for work and when the real deadline comes along everything is nice and tidy and done and there’s nothing to worry about. One day, but not just now.


Adam’s Apples – Don’t Take It Out On This World mp3

Cereal Post

Kellogg’s have created a new breakfast cereal after reading a tweet by Tim Burgess. The Charlatans’ frontman inadvertently inspired Totes Amazeballs, which will be sold exclusively at the Kendal Calling music festival in July.

From this story in the Guardian.

The Charlatans – Opportunity mp3

(Nothing particularly to do with the story, I just like it)

It’s The Dancing Machine

They don’t make them like this anymore. World Disco Dancing Championships, Finals. Empire Ballroom Leicester Square. 1981. This is part one – if you go to the YouTube page you can find part 2…

(There are costumes, haircuts, moves and ‘taches to worry anybody BUT the moment that made me shout WHAT! was the flagrant breach of the cultural boycott with the inclusion of a South African contestant. Fucking disco scum.)

Having Fun

Okay, I’m only just in under the wire to post today but it’s been one of those days. Kippers has been rejoicing in bottom of the barrel end of the pier candy-striped 1970s lighter side of glam and even mentioned Showaddywaddy and all of that made me think if this – so much fun that at the end of one track after the music cuts out you can hear one of them laughing. Three singles, all covers – in fact one of them a medley of two covers – all lovely happy smiley pop of the old school rock’n'roll variety.

Darts – Come Back My Love mp3
Darts – Daddy Cool / The Girl Can’t Help It mp3
Darts – The Boy From New York City mp3

The History Of Rock And Roll In One Song

Shamelessly stolen from Greil Marcus’ “In The Fascist Bathroom” which I found in a charity shop today and have started to flick through and pilfer rather than actually read (although it’s that kind of book, to be fair.)  He gives ‘real life top ten of the year’ rock lists – this is lifted from number 2 from 1980 and 1981…

A 21 year old rude boy from Minneapolis who, as overdubbed one man band and inheritor of the falsetto, may be both the new Jimi Hendrix and the new Smokey Robinson.  Definitive post-disco black rock, gleeful funk shot through with punk momentum and shaped by Motown elegance. …  He sent everyone home awestruck and drained… all barriers of music, sex and race were trashed.

Prince – When You Were Mine mp3

Cheesy Soul Friday

Those compilation CDs that come as freebies with the papers often have ten or twelve headline tracks followed by another ten or twelve in small print from people that you have just never heard of at all. I buy these from charity shops from time to time (actually charity shops seem to have decided that you can’t buy them because they have ‘not for resale’ on them in bold so I’ve taken them from charity shops and made a donation in return) and occasionally have got around to listening to the strange things at the end.

This is one of those strange things at the end. I’m at work so can’t access some of the links that google throws up but I can’t find out a single thing about them. There are some desperately awful lyrics in this (Wolfgang composed for me…?) and there is a bit of ‘enunciating by numbers’ about the vocal but it still just has that comfortable feel to it that might send you into the weekend feeling a little calmer and rested, ready for things to get really smooth with that steadying gin.

The Soul Muppets – It’s My Time Now mp3

Little by Little

I played this on here last year when I found it unexpectedly on one of the ‘pooters in my classroom. I didn’t realise at the time, but really should have done, that as well as the offical video there is a seperate Garth Jennings/Adam Buxton video which is bloody great. Here ’tis.

Well I Wonder

A repost – well, a remembering and rewriting – of something long gone a long time ago – I wrote this originally for Fun and Heartbreak about four years ago (possibly exactly four years ago – it’s the right kind of time) – but I deleted everything I wrote there when everything went kaboom. (Deleting your posts from a communal blog is not a proper thing to do. Sorry. Couldn’t be helped.)

Her name was Jenny. I’d met her on the second night at University (I’d spent the first night passed out after not eating all day and drinking all early-evening) and we’d talked all evening, and I was all crushed up and eager, and then I didn’t seen her around at all and then when I did I went all shy boy and didn’t know where to look or how to say hi, and then there was that thing with the Mighty Lemon Drops, and now it’s nearly christmas, and we’re having a party in my residence block, and she’s turned up with her friends just as I’m playing music.

I’ve drunk a bottle of wine and a good bit of a second one and I’m in that ‘you know what you’re going to do but you can’t stop yourself’ place, so rather than say hello, or smile, I stay where I am looking all serious and earnest and I play this…

The Smiths – Well I Wonder mp3

… and she comes straight over to talk to me, and we’re both a bit smiley and red cheeked but it’s a happy little conversation about not much and we stay talking for longer…

… and from that we become, well, nodding acquaintances, passing ‘hellos’ and happy to sit next to each other on the bus if that’s what turns up. And one evening we sat up most of the night in the kitchen drinking a cheap bottle of brandy and sharing the lowdown about everyone and everything in the world. And then we were back to hello again, and that was that.

Codes and Keys

I’ve failed to plug the Contrast Podcast Festive 50, which is out there in parts one two and three for your pleasure. I struggled more than ever to name a single song from last year (an exaggeration but not a very big one) and my very favourite things (Tiny Birds, Alex Turner) didn’t make the cut but I was very happy to introduce this song, here in a solo live version rather than the band’s studio version.

Ben Gibbard – Codes and Keys (live) mp3

Raised To A Harder Thing Than Triumph

When I was at primary school, ten and eleven years old, my teacher read to us at the end of every day. It doesn’t seem to happen quite as much now – it’s there as a once a week thing instead in my experience. I had the same teacher for my last two years of primary school, and he didn’t read us anything any of us had ever heard of before, or anything we might have read – he didn’t read us whatever the late 70s equivalent of Harry Potter was. He read us the journals of Captain Robert Falcon Scott, ten or fifteen minutes a day for two years. We didn’t know the whole story – we didn’t know how it was going to end. He certainly didn’t mention to us that the book was actually called ‘Scott’s Last Journal’.

Scott and his companions were on their way back from the South Pole towards their camp one hundred years ago. The final section of his journals starts around now and I thought I’d read for you, a day at a time a hundred years on. I’m just a little late starting so I’ll catch up here…

The story so far…

Captain Scott and his men got to the Pole to find that Amundson and his Norwegian team had already been and gone. They have to retrace their route across the continent, to the cairns and depots they’ve left on the way, to get back to their ship, the Terra Nova, and so away to England. They have been marching back from the Pole for about three weeks already.

19th January 1912 mp3
20th January 1912 mp3
21st January 1912 mp3
22nd January 1912 mp3

Friday Dancefloor

Sometimes even an obvious link from one thing to another can be a tiny little bit tortuous – anyway I had been listening to Otis, and Drew had been stuck on Try A Little Tenderness and was off to watch Pretty in Pink, and I went looking for the Otis tribute song and accidentally downloaded a huge Atlantic collection and found this on there which just has to be played in all of those circumstances. Happy Friday all.

Soul Brothers Six – Some Kind of Wonderful mp3

William Bell

Probably best known to passers by for A Tribute to the King, Bell was employed by Stax as a writer in the early 60s, recording his own composition ‘You Don’t Miss Your Water’ (which I’ve always known as an Otis song) before being conscripted and sent off to war… his first album took years to come along but he has lasted and lasted as a performer and writer for years….

(… he even wrote this… Billy Idol – To Be A Lover mp3)

… but that first album, The Soul of a Bell, is pretty perfect, sweet soul with a hint of country, good Southern country boys that he and Otis were. Two ‘Otis’ songs and a wonderful single – his second.

William Bell – You Don’t Miss Your Water mp3
William Bell – I’ve Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now) mp3
William Bell – Any Other Way (alternate version) mp3

And then the title track from his fourth album, ‘Phase of Reality’ from 1973. There is something so early 70s about this – yeah, it’s a disco-inflected soul record, but there’s something almost proggy about it, that feel of ‘concept’ it has as a title track and the portent of it.

William Bell – Phase of Reality mp3

Thought for the Day

I know what I said yesterday, but we can wait for tomorrow for more from William Bell.

John Perry Barlow – A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace

Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.

We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare the global social space we are building to be naturally independent of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement we have true reason to fear.

Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us, nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions.

You have not engaged in our great and gathering conversation, nor did you create the wealth of our marketplaces. You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than could be obtained by any of your impositions.

You claim there are problems among us that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade our precincts. Many of these problems don’t exist. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social Contract . This governance will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Our world is different.

Cyberspace consists of transactions, relationships, and thought itself, arrayed like a standing wave in the web of our communications. Ours is a world that is both everywhere and nowhere, but it is not where bodies live.

We are creating a world that all may enter without privilege or prejudice accorded by race, economic power, military force, or station of birth.

We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.

Your legal concepts of property, expression, identity, movement, and context do not apply to us. They are all based on matter, and there is no matter here.

Our identities have no bodies, so, unlike you, we cannot obtain order by physical coercion. We believe that from ethics, enlightened self-interest, and the commonweal, our governance will emerge . Our identities may be distributed across many of your jurisdictions. The only law that all our constituent cultures would generally recognize is the Golden Rule. We hope we will be able to build our particular solutions on that basis. But we cannot accept the solutions you are attempting to impose.

In the United States, you have today created a law, the Telecommunications Reform Act, which repudiates your own Constitution and insults the dreams of Jefferson, Washington, Mill, Madison, DeToqueville, and Brandeis. These dreams must now be born anew in us.

You are terrified of your own children, since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants. Because you fear them, you entrust your bureaucracies with the parental responsibilities you are too cowardly to confront yourselves. In our world, all the sentiments and expressions of humanity, from the debasing to the angelic, are parts of a seamless whole, the global conversation of bits. We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

In China, Germany, France, Russia, Singapore, Italy and the United States, you are trying to ward off the virus of liberty by erecting guard posts at the frontiers of Cyberspace. These may keep out the contagion for a small time, but they will not work in a world that will soon be blanketed in bit-bearing media.

Your increasingly obsolete information industries would perpetuate themselves by proposing laws, in America and elsewhere, that claim to own speech itself throughout the world. These laws would declare ideas to be another industrial product, no more noble than pig iron. In our world, whatever the human mind may create can be reproduced and distributed infinitely at no cost. The global conveyance of thought no longer requires your factories to accomplish.

These increasingly hostile and colonial measures place us in the same position as those previous lovers of freedom and self-determination who had to reject the authorities of distant, uninformed powers. We must declare our virtual selves immune to your sovereignty, even as we continue to consent to your rule over our bodies. We will spread ourselves across the Planet so that no one can arrest our thoughts.

We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace. May it be more humane and fair than the world your governments have made before.

Otis

Because I’ve been having a bit of an Otis Redding phase for the last few days, and was going to play ‘These Arms Of Mine’ which is lovely but kept listening without posting and have ended up here, with three songs that turn up wonderfully, perfectly, in wonderful perfect films (not always by him but still) and are all, somehow, like so many of his tracks are, songs which are in the public repertoire, the kind of thing that, if it were to start playing on a jukebox, or as piped music in a bar or a shop, or on the radio somewhere, anyone around you might start singing and it wouldn’t be in the least bit surprising. And an extra one, because tribute songs could so easily be terribly cheesey but this one is also so lovely, so sweetly sung and and so straightforwardly sad. And because it leads me into another post for tomorrow…

Otis Redding – Hard to Handle mp3
Otis Redding – Try A Little Tenderness mp3
Otis Redding – I Can’t Turn You Loose mp3

William Bell – A Tribute To A King mp3

Spacemen, Thin White Dukes and Bus Passes

David Bowie’s 65 today. I was thinking about him this afternoon, after hearing this news this morning, and considering how nearly I completely passed him by, even though I think of myself, in a quiet and undemonstrative way, as a fan. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to a Bowie studio album right through. It was so easy to buy compilations and retrospectives, way back in the day, that I’ve spent more time reading about those 70s albums than listening to them.

Someone on my old favourite message board wrote that they didn’t like Bowie, and someone else replied ‘That’s like saying you don’t like music’ which I thought was very lovely.

Happy Birthday David. My relationship with your songs is so unoriginal that almost anything I choose to play will be obvious, so let’s at make sure that it’s something completely wonderful.

David Bowie – “Heroes” (live) mp3
The Magnetic Fields – “Heroes” mp3
Blondie – “Heroes” (live) mp3
Wallflowers – “Heroes” mp3
Peter Gabriel – “Heroes” mp3
Apocalypta ft Till Lindemann – “Helden” mp3
David Bowie – “Heroes” mp3

Snappish

I have two copies of this song tagged as being by two different artists which turn out to be exactly the same version of the same song. It’s something that popped up the other day (well, one of them did) as these things do and I’ve been listening to that a bit before noticing I appeared to have another version but then didn’t. It’s very good, though – it’s very Stephin Merritt whatever else it is and that can only be a good thing.

Sarah Cracknell, or possibly The 6ths – Kissing Things mp3

Snap 2

Like back here, this is another example of him releasing an early version of a song (‘Recorded in a van going from Oxford to Bristol, 16th October 2006′) which subsequently turns up under a different name in a more developed version on an album.  The wordier-titled demo is on the B Side of ‘War of the Worlds’, the album for the album version is Searching for the Hows and Whys.

Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. – You Just Sit There In Silence As The World Cries Out In Vain mp3
Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. – I Could Build You A Tower mp3

The Right Version

We had a conversation about this once before and I thought I’d get it sorted and sneak it in before the ‘three years since then’ mark came around (insert ‘doesn’t time fly / ‘how long?’ / ‘Oh My Fucking God’ comment here). This is the right version of this song – the one from the original vinyl release of ‘Poguetry in Motion – the one that really sings, and perfect for cold dark nights by fire and candlelight. ‘I took shelter from a shower, and I stepped into your arms’.

The Pogues – A Rainy Night In Soho mp3

The End of the Evening

I’ve said once or twice before that my uncle was a club DJ back in the 70s and 80s. He worked mainly in a nightclub in Basildon (and I’ve been trying to remember the name and it was a proper 80s nightclub in Basildon kind of a name but it won’t come to me) but whilst he talked about that I never went there – too young.

I listened as he played lots of records whilst I was visiting my grandparents (who he still lived with for much of this time) and he was always running the show when there was a family party, and there were quite a few family parties. My mum had five brothers and a sister who had all stayed around the same place and had all fitted into more extended families, my grandparents both had extended families further away who could be relied upon to turn up, and we had moved away but would always go back. There were significant birthdays, anniversaries, engagements, weddings and babies, even the odd funeral. They weren’t quite up there with the Quirke wedding at the beginning of The Commitments but there was something of that about those events.

Eventually I was allowed to help, and when it came to his wedding I was even put in charge (with a very long and very specific list of instructions – not so much in charge as in place), and I learned the rules – even back in the 80s the formula for ‘family party music’ – Motown and the 80s – seemed to be there. I knew there’d be two people who’d arrived from south Wales on motorbikes and would want some metal. I knew there would be lots of older relatives not satisfied until they’d had ‘Blanket on the Ground’ and someone else’s Uncle would tell the story of playing with Bill Hailey after dancing to ‘Rock Around The Clock’.

The other rule, though, was that this was the last song of the night. Always. And everyone knew it was going to be, and everyone knew when it was played that this really was it. At the earlier of these things I was young enough to equate this with real class, the kind of thing you would fall into liking as you grew older. At the later ones I toyed with alternative last songs that I’d never get away with and a few I might almost have done. I never dared, though.

Engelbert Humperdink – The Last Waltz mp3

…and this which I think I posted once before a long long time ago but it’s wonderful.

Eddie Izzard – Engelbert Humperdink mp3

Rip It Up And Start Again

A quick blast from the past, blogged at the old place 1st December 2006 to round off a Weller-week…

As is traditional, the final day of National Modfather Week is given over to a response from his royal foaminess, The Cappuccino Kid. He was as elusive as ever, suggesting various establishments in Venice. I countered with the Great Western and we ended up in the bar of The Lighthouse where, over the biscotti crumbs and the faint but unmistakable hint of 1983 in the air, he had this to say to me…

Understand, Crash, that there are times when age has wearied even the object of my unwavering attention. The desire to please, so scorned in the days of The Trio, has from tempo to tempo come to the fore in the form of pleasing ones own self, regardless of the views of the sound-buying public or the typewriters in their towers. You say your switch has turned to ‘no’ in recent years but you’ve been seen about town with your player tuned to ‘retro’ and your blackberry slung around your neck flashing the legend ‘How can I be a fucking revivalist when I’m only 38?’ So where is there to go? You cadres and your cadets can call for all the retreats in the countryside but the urban dwellers of tomorrow still need the Modfather. Laying down a new groove on old tracks is for now, and tomorrow is for the next re-invention. Maybe the old men of today will have finished their vinyl conversion projects by then and can slip the thousand things he wants to say to you into an otherwise inoffensive playlist. The soul kids and kidesses of the here and now will keep the faith throughout and that, you know, is why The Boy Wonder will never cease.

Pacifism be damned, I slipped a bead of Polonium 210 into his tall skinny decaff (which he deserved for that alone) and went on my way to the fileden to see the week off with a nod to the comment box.

It’s been a long time since I felt enthusiastic about Paulie’s doings but his new single is a lot more than really rather good – it’s the late 70s all over again, but a version of the late 70s where he took a different path, because it’s more Wire or Killing Joke than The Jam but it’s very very fine indeed for all of that.  Here’s hoping for more of the same

Paul Weller – Around The Lake mp3

Special

Ten years ago tonight I was sat in the parents’ room on the children’s ward trying to understand what my daughter’s diagnosis with a chronic medical condition might mean for her, for us. Ten years of blood tests and insulin injections, of never leaving the house without checking for glucose and biscuits, of always watching the clock getting near to very regular mealtimes, of the occasional bug that would be trivial without diabetes but is an emergency with it, ten years… and she’s happy, and healthy and fine, becoming more and more of an independent teenager by the day.

This song because I remember her dancing with her great-grandfather to it not much longer than ten years ago, and I’ve just noticed it on her playlist now.

Nina Simone – My Baby Just Cares For Me mp3

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