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Sunday, May 30, 2004
FUCKING GET IN to both Palace and Brighton, MTV 2 on a Sunday morning has a tidy bird showing non-stop rap videos, last night i drank a bit and i saw about 11 kittens word to Qasim, Russell Simmons, Qawa, Barbudan Ello chowin on the plantain and soaking up the soca, all Brummie krew holla at ya all Edinburgh/Aberdeen/Glasgow set and London types.
Mark McGhee alt. lyrics to sleepy gene. Michael Jordon rox (even the 1st time he retired evrbdy knew he was the NBA's finest) also but not as much as Maradona bewitching the entire Belgian back line in '82 being bitten by a kitten don't hurt like a big cat i tell ya that. Lil Jon has wild eyes and a beard that makes him out to be a strange, lusty mysterious Scottish settler or something, he resembles increasingly a character in a minor RL Stevenson novella. i was with a load of mates e'd and wizzing off my tits once at Glasto around '98 and saw Kelis in a big tent do 'caught out there'. as they say, fucking champion. i'm off for croissants and hopefully peas and vinegar, Riga and Dublin and Dakar these are proper cities, get a clue. Saturday, May 29, 2004
HYPERLINKS
Rsf on the Mexican-hosted EU-Latin American and Caribbean summit: spotlight on Cuba..., Hilary Andersson in Darfur, and three pieces from the guardian today: Berger on Bacon, Suzie Mackenzie on Alice Neel, and Isabel Hilton. Friday, May 28, 2004
whilst the news is abuzz with such issues as about 20 confirmed Taleban deaths thus far near Spin Boldak following a Tuesday attack by American-led forces, Iyad Allawi's nomination as the interim Iraqi PM, an earthquake near Tehran that has already claimed confirmed lives, at least twelve children missing in Hubei following a burst dam, Pinochet being stripped of his immunity, the drama and tragedy of the Hispaniola disaster {as it emerged yesterday that graveyards had been unearthed in the flood a nursing student lamented It killed us twice}, an eruption of fighting in Mogadishu, and Idriss Deby's path seemingly depressingly clear to now seek a third term if he so wishes, i just wanted to say thank you very much to Oliver for the big-up, and needless to say, i found what he had to say about Chomsky very interesting reading (the interview really is classic and an extremely eye-opening chat at that with some fascinating illumination from Noam about his views on capitalism; 'i don't want to use fancy polysyllables like philosophy when what we're discussing is common sense' etc.: tool! i think stepping carefully around Chomsky is a good idea on this one).
over at k-punk's footy post (large to k-p in general, incidentally, where the comments boxes are firing with informed and passionate debate thanks to Mark's YBA-slagging; i would also just like to say that Dave S might be interested to know that both Manchester City Council and neighbouring Trafford Metropolitan Borough Council are particularly adept at painting over graf) Philip of It's all in your mind renown {a Southampton fan, i believe, incidentally} has been having a right old time arguing about the merits of what constitutes a truly great player (hint: a certain Swede who is in the business of leaving the Glasgow area doesn't qualify), and whether Zidane is already the greatest European player there ever was (some recent UEFA diktat argued this apparently?!). i like the idea of a canon for footy players, so i just wanted to post here: 10 great European players in no particular order off top of me head: - Gerd Muller (watching archive of der bomber is truly exhilirating, his appetite for the game was stupendous) - Cruyff - Beckenbauer - Puskas obv., George Best's anecdote about him teaching a load of American kids who didn't know who he was is magical (if you know the one i mean, it's the cross-bar story...) - Bestie of course (my father is a Utd. fan [boo!! even though he hails from Moss Side and his old man was a City fan...] and Best is clearly the greatest player he's even seen in the flesh. all rheumy-eyed about him if you ask for tales of wonder) - Van Basten [in 1988 when but a wee nipper one was at a rollerskating party where all the girls were skating and all the lads were watching the Irish get despatched on a big screen by the mighty Orangemen that very afternoon] - Czibor - Kocsis (alrite, ya gotta rep for the Magyars!) - Neeskens i definitely would argue - Eusebio. ignoring plenty of gods like Platini of course but there we go, a subjective 10... ...as for the play-offs i'll be hoping for Palace (Dowie innit), Brighton and Mansfield victories (though fear for Brighton in particular). it's hard watching games in the USA, bars charge a hefty cover charge more often than not for live games, although you can generally get in free if it's a 'tape delay' (and so not actually live in the slightest, which is something). it's a damned shame what Chelsea are trying to do with Ranieri, force him out so they don't sack him so he can't get his money. i don't know about best player i've ever seen w' my own eyes, but as a supporter of both pro- and semi-pro teams, the worst would definitely be someone in the latter end of the market. possibly too many to mention, a chap called Ian 'Puffer' Tunnicliffe stands out, for one. but i think possibly the most dire player i've seen in the colours of the outfit i support might have to be Darren Royle, son of Ipswich boss Joe. Darren was (sorry!) pretty bad. oh and congratulations to Zheng Jie, history-maker at the French Open. Thursday, May 27, 2004
it seems that some new films to see at the moment might include Jim Jarmusch's Coffee and Cigarettes, and Guy Maddin's 'The Saddest Music in the World' (even if it's only half as good as his fine revisionist Dracula, it'd still be an okay pic).
well, that's not all. the announcement that Carandiru is getting a proper release oop north is a welcome one. Hector Babenco directs, the chap responsible for 1981's masterwork 'Pixote' (that was the comparative flick some unkindly types held up as a stick to beat people w' who they felt were being too breathless in their endorsment of 'City of God' last year). a lengthy review by J.R. Jones in today's Reader is available as a shortened capsule here. meanwhile, the Onion A.V. Club's Scott Tobias has less time for the film here. it's almost like they've not been watching the same film. Jones' longer review in print form outlines several points that would seem to powerfully contradict Tobias' complaints of caricature (it's perhaps odd he mentions Elephant as demonstrating a keener intuition for how an institution functions in the average day, given Jones assures us "Babenco uses the individual stories as tiles in a larger mosaic detailing the social structure and moral codes of the prison", though Jones admits "the prison is a microcosm of the outside world - except that it has no prisons" [though, perhaps that line is wiser, less clear-cut, and more poetic than a first glance would give it credit for]). all very odd. i think Jones might actually be the one selling me (he generally seems more clued-up although they both write shit-hot when they want), but i guess we could see...
in the midst of Abu Hamza being detained on 11 charges, the words of Ahmed Versi are surely ringing in certain ears; not least those mindful of the arrests of Iraqi Kurd and north African residents last month (although the police are to be credited for some smoothing of relations).
everyone accepts how Hamza is a peripheral figure and are familiar with the toxicity of his speech, granted, yet Anas Altikriti's assertion that The worrying thing is that these dawn raids and arrests are becoming quite a frequent occurrence in the Muslim community is distressing and increasingly accurate.
cozen/Marcello OTM.
the ILE thread about the Saatchi warehouse fire is kinda amusing, almost a little 'oh those ungrateful Iraqis, moaning about some damage to their museums and such' in places...
actually Angus' sports answer was just as exciting. Gide for #2 was interesting; i know he must be fairly well regarded in the academy or whatever but in my experience it's fairly true that he's not terribly widely read.
i've been wuvving Geeta on men starting fires, dancing &c./
Angus replies to my questions.
as a budding foodie, i'm particularly pleased to see he tackled #3 with (ahem) relish.
via Jon, Maher Shalal Hash Baz's Tori Kudo (they put out one of last year's best full-lengths, dontcha' know), replies to questioning.
East Kilbride is not a country town, it has two pubs. fantastic.
John Howard shocks the free world w' his attempts to drag Australia back into the 1950's~ [via a little birdie]
the death toll continues to rise in the Caribbean flooding disaster.
it seems the only sure thing is that this is already (far) too much for everyone to bear (pace Giuliani).~
is it just me, or is the guardian a bit behind the times?
everywhere else was writing about Dr Shahristani a day or two ago (in that 'quick, it's a new story' way, i mean), i thought. if Lakhdar Brahimi stays in the final throes of working out a leadership slate for much longer, a new wristwatch may well be in order. top editorial, mind. and - apart from a slight danger that perspective may be lacking, and some sappy overtones are skirting behind his boards - Jonathan Jones seems reasonable with his response to the Momart fire (certainly re. the Chapman's Hell).
good article here about Hirst aping &c. Bacon, from the magazine of the Chicago Art Institute's school.
BLOODY ELL
feeling like a right heel now that one's noted a comment from the (utterly wonderful, obv.) mark s over at auspicious fish, that the smouldering BritArt warehouse contained the Craft Council's collection (and also some Victoria&Albert stuff). bollocks. also whatevs may think of Emin's work (and perhaps one was too hasty in not according it props, as that is such the easy reaction, granted; not that who/cares) praps feel a bit churlish now. Wednesday, May 26, 2004
as all the chatter is of the Sudan peace deal, and the international community shakes fists over a well-publicised massacre that took place at the start of the week in Darfur, yesterday, in Addis Ababa, the African Union set the ball rolling with its new Peace and Security Council (PSC).
the PSC will look to pursue an interventionist policy comprising five regional peace-keeping bodies on the ground (expected to be fully operational by 2010, though up in place next year), as Nigeria's President Obasanjo said Africa was poised for action. these peace-keepers, it is hoped, would complement UN forces, but constitute an effective rapid reaction outfit where soldiers could be mobilised into conflict areas far quicker than international units can react (30 days or less, like it or not, is too quick for the UN, generally). the now-defunct Organisation of African Unity (charter) was, of course, not so keen on regional intervention.
spent the last few hours walking around Graceland [site, Sandburg poem, photos], a vast - 120 acres - cemetery in Chicago's northside Wrigleyville neighbourhood (near the ground of the beloved yet largely ineffective Cubs baseball team).
it's a pretty old memorial too (by urban American standards); Graceland became the town's chief cemetery in 1860 after the graveyards that had been established during the first half of the 19th century in lakeside Lincoln Park started polluting the city's water. a chap called OC Simonds came to Graceland in 1861, to be the chief landscaper and superintendent. he stayed on in that role for the next two decades. what was striking among all the imposing memorials and works of art (some exquisite) in stone were the last names. Chicago as a city in its early adult period has a lot of residents of German, Swedish, and Irish extraction, if this quiet oasis is any representative guide. other Scandinavian-sounding surnames and Polish names predominate too, and many headstones and tablets were written in German. of course there's a lot of ornate work here in plots and tombs and so on, that just screams "money" (i don't know if there are a lot of black residents entombed herein; i certainly didn't spot any Chinese names [a longstanding and big Chinese Baptist Church is across the street from one side of here], but a fair few Latino ones), but not to let politics intrude on grief... ...the most unsettling and saddest plots were of the youngsters, of course, or of mothers being buried with offspring. this place is filled with startling and remarkable design to catch the breath; also, many, many beautiful and amazing birds of varied stripes and song. there were very few people about: couple of workmen, a guy in a car (the roads are wide and suffer tarmac), one party of visitors, and a girl i was talking to who had gotten lost (she'd walked one way for about ten minutes and hit a wall, then realised that was clearly not the front gate). a Louis Garcia, 'Baby Louis', was interred in December 1959; he was approximately a month old when he passed away. heartbreakingly, a sibling died within a year, not too older. there were many others of a similar age. anyway, i was toddling along here, and getting all reflective and invariably filling my head with pseudo-profound thoughts (even maudlin, about that poor puppy that was killed; see news story below, and, incidentally, i apologise for the, er, language there - it is undeniably despicable and sickening that a bound and gagged puppy should be killed by being hurled off a motorway bridge but my anger needn't manifest itself in the sort of phrasing a Sun columnist might employ when discussing a paedophile...), and thinking all manner of things. one of the (doubtless) less asinine thoughts i had was a digital camera would be useful, to blog some pics in a hipster way... ...ho- hum.
British National Party attack police~
hmm. the police's censorship is regrettable but is it as unseemly as the BNP's opportunistic conflating of a horrible and serious issue with unhelpful selection reflecting only part of that issue, not all the issue; therefore not engaging with the bigger picture (which would be useful)? their partial straw man approach will not convince many voters who remember those now infamous 1997 election broadcasts.
checking out DJ Martian's excellent blog-roll thingy we notice that auspicious fish has its own take on the YBA blaze.
which is also true dat. yeah the whole temporal argument is one reason why it was basically (perhaps one shouldn't say entirely, since what does one know...) pointless for the David statue in Florence to be cleaned. the sculpture had grown into its surroundings and been enriched by the passage of time yadda yadda; it was mostly a PR exercise - a bit of mould on his knee, oh boo-hoo! besides, w' ref. back to the up in smoke biz in Leyton, some Sarah Lucas work expressly hinged on decay and change, given organic materials could often be used there. so that's, well, i dunno. finding it hard to get worked up would be mean-spirited, but... ...as said before {my girl Jess and i disagreed time ago} - and i've got no love for Emin's work, TBH - Emin is, at least, always more interesting than her critics.
i suppose one way to approach that Nick Hornby piece scandal is to leave the "final word" to a cursory-sorta approach and (here, paraphrasing the NME), conclude:
'Marah? 'effing Marah?!' * & leave it at that./
there's top bombing blogging and then there's the faberge classics.
i'm thinking here of crumbling loaf, the ONLY blogger w' valid opinions on the Britart fire [guardian story; the Chapman's 'Hell' was good], mt. disappointment shopping for reggae loveliness, The Rambler tackling In C, The Mile Long Shadow of a Cooling Tower on what sounds like a turn that merits 'i'm a cheeky cunt, me!' status, from Damon Gough, and, of course, Baal on cock-sucking. look at that in central Glasgow, a redbrick municipal museum-type place "depicting a certain" narration of Glaswegian history inc. parochial and Old Labour signifiers. i wonder what Robin C.'s classifications of socialist good work in W. Yorks etc. would make of all that, that'd slide in nicely one supposes.
from the same correspondent as t'other day:
Hopefully I should find a tape of Therapy?'s acclaimed Donington performance of 1994 when I arrive home tonight. Full set in order was: Stop It You're Killing Me Trigger Inside Isolation Die Laughing Femtex Hellbelly Nausea Unbeliever Accelerator Knives Screamager Nowhere I particularly like the idea of ending the set with those 3 tracks. It must have been awesome. Surely better than the year after when me and Chris saw them support Metallica at Donington - and Michael McKeegan kept doing cowboy impressions. i used to be really into Idlewild, and the early pop-punk rush too, not the more mature Getrude Stein-quoting or Edwin Morgan-using calmer period of tossed-off early REM comparisons. but also their cover of Peeps into Fairyland's 'Palace Flophouse', that was supple and subdued and that b-side 'meet me at the harbour' that was good too like.
at time of writing, more than 500 confirmed deaths in Hispaniola.
rain set to continue... man o man.
The Chicago Tribune is a centre-right broadsheet that's - generally speaking - fairly sensible.
critics have recently said it's both too soft on Mr Bush (on balance, an unfair charge), and too harsh on the Sharon govt (definitely inaccurate). yesterday's editorial contained the odd misstep, however. Obstacles remain. Doubters abound. But President Bush made it forcefully clear Monday night that neither he, his nation nor its most loyal allies will cut and run. Instead, Bush is committed, come June 30, to the rise of a sovereign Iraq--and to the extinction of the Coalition Provisional Authority that now governs there. Global leaders who have long called for a more internationalized effort to build a free postwar Iraq should now put their troops, their foreign aid and their hearts into crafting a nation that enhances the security of the world. Bush laid out the path to that new Iraq. His speech capped a remarkable day that gave Americans the full measure of their president's determination to empower Iraqis. Earlier, the U.S. and Britain requested United Nations endorsement of the June 30 transfer of power to a transitional Iraqi government, to be followed by elections six months later. Just as important, UN envoy Lakhdar Brahimi explained in Baghdad how that interim government--which he has designed--will reflect, not ignore, the diversity, the rivalry, of Iraq's Kurds, Shiites and Sunnis. Taken together, Monday's events proved that a run of difficult weeks--with attacks from insurgents and a prison scandal--hasn't broken the momentum to give Iraqis control of Iraq. In Bush's welcome words, "The terrorists will not determine the future of Iraq." Neither will an unknown number of abusive American troops. "We must keep our focus," Bush said to other nations as much as to his own. "We must do our duty." Bush's speech no doubt surprised some in a global television audience more accustomed to leaders who grasp for power rather than set schedules for giving it away. er, not really, no. tip: instead, try for more 'least we can do, therefore surprises no one'. His resolve to surrender governance of the country, train its security forces and rebuild its infrastructure should, in time, reduce Iraqi anger and frustration over foreign occupation. The building blocks of progress he outlined--in education, government, commerce and exercise of personal freedom--could, if they flourish, ease the hate-filled toxicity of that often impoverished region. "Beyond the violence," Bush said, acknowledging but not bowing to the obvious, "a civil society is emerging." That's what some in the neighborhood fear. As Tuesday dawns, especially in the Middle East and the capitals of Europe, the question is how other world leaders will respond. Some seem inclined to keep fighting the last war. Was anyone surprised Monday by a cloying French call for a more precise timeline for giving a government not yet formed full military control? yeah, that's right. damn those perfidious French! pesky Euroweenies keep insisting on the new govt being allowed to exercise control; one of the basic tenets of any sovereign govt. i realise my jokey response is a simplistic one, not taking into account realities on the ground, but god-damn if the Trib's own phrasing isn't a little less than satisfactory... America's president has described the creation of an independent nation in what was a tyrant's playpen. Other influential leaders can quibble at the fringes--or negotiate a UN resolution to achieve that end. The choice is simple, at least for those who appreciate the world's keen interest in a peaceful and stable Iraq. Tuesday, May 25, 2004
letter from some bloke to the guardian about Elvin Jones.
also from today's newspaper, OOH: getchoo! to the San Jose Mercury News, Meaoww... and news about a row over the wording proposed in the new EU constitution. BBCi's One Day of War programming from the other day was very interesting. Monday, May 24, 2004
this is the fourth most popular search return at Google Image Search for the query 'Wiley'.
here is Fennesz, here is Hugh Masekela, here is Amy Tan, and here [again?!] is Susie Ibarra.
Clint Eastwood
i know it was a vehicle for him but wasn't it disappointing when Sean Penn won the Oscar for his role in Mystic River. Robbins probably deserved his Best Supporting gong really; the way he slumped and lived and felt his way through the maelstrom was outstanding. Laura Linney's scary wife w' the dodgy social philosophy and a busy Fishburne were both enjoyable but Murray for Lost In Translation would have been a better choice for the best actor gong. anyway, i just wanted to say, re. 'Unforgiven' that i know a standard criticism might be it's too immediate and easy, and everything opens up by rote, without any immense difficulty on the part of the audience, no grappling, but if you consider how it looks easy riding an inner tube at a waterpark from a distance away but if you're there in the choppiness yourself it can become a Hyrda of endeavour (well, if you're young, or can't swim, or are afraid of water or something: these are how my wafer-thin metaphors are sustained, i.e., gentle prodding and not too much critiquing now or the entire blog falls down). anyway, just thought i'd mention it...
it's always a pleasure to return to a beloved flick that you've not seen for some time.
yesterday i watched The Conversation for the first time in years. one of my favourite Coppola movies, one of my favourite Hackman pictures (Leonard Maltin actually called it one of the best films of the 1970's; whilst i think it's pretty bloody decent with an outstanding Harrison Ford, face set to quietly chilling, i don't know if i'd go that far, but hey). 'Popeye' Doyle and Little Bill are actually probably my absolute fave Hackman pieces, along with this film's Harry Caul [his performance in Hoosiers {"Hoosiers are people too!"} might well be next, even taking into account AMG's accurate concerns about sentiment]. this is a really obvious thing to note, but i didn't realise until yesterday that Hackman's Brill in Bruckheimer's supremely enjoyable Enemy of the State is not entirely dissimilar to the younger Harry Caul. they're both paranoid assholes with some serious deficits in the people-skills department, although must admit Caul's spirituality and love of jazz redeem him somewhat (as does Brill's bond with Lisa Bonet and her deceased father in the Will Smith film). anyway, that line about repeated (but best to do it but very rarely) viewings of good films revealing things really hit home. just wanted to scribe about that. also finally saw 28 Days Later - must be the last person i know to see this. definitely liked it, it was okay, good laugh innit, homage and all that, and Christopher Eccleston was great, as per. bit mystified recalling one pal though whose opinions i usually trust; i remember him going well apeshit overboard on this. it was alright like, but nothing too special...
my brother went to his first rugby match the other day. this is his account:
Went to see Hull FC (as the Rugby league team in Hull are confusingly known) play Leeds at the KC Stadium last night. Gate just below 17,000, incredibly hardly any rozzers there tho (if it was footy Hull-Leeds there would have to have been at least a couple of thousand coppers). Lots of families there and lots of lads my age who were all in colours. Quite a good atmos, but then again its Hull's biggest game of the season. Amusing chant called "Old faithful" goes like this> "Old faithful we roam the range together, old faithful in any kind of weather" "When the grand old days are over, and the fields are ranged with clover" "Old faithful pal of mine" Something to do with Hull FC being formed in 1865 and their fans referring to the club as old faithful. Other chants were "We hate (Leeds) Rhinos and we hate Rhinos", the old standard "We all hate Leeds scum, we all hate Leeds scum". Leeds it would seem are despised equally in both footer and ruggers in dull. Amusingly Leeds RL seem to have same chants as the bellend road lads "Marching on together" had a number of airings.Good away support too, despite it being a Friday night and live on Sky, Leeds must have had about 2500ish there. All in all a good first visit to a rugby game for me, tho it just didn't get the juices going in the same way that footy does, still an enjoyable night. Oh and Leeds (top of league) won 23-12 (Hull 4th).
i know Dadrock in the British mid-90's isn't very popular (and rightly so) but a good friend of mine was telling me in an email about listening over some old Ocean Colour Scene.
wasn't that 'the day we caught the train' tune great? i used to love that. the only one of theirs, of course, but great sentimental value. superb.
am i turning into my mother??
sat in a Mexican caff on Saturday afternoon, tucking into a huge plate of (delicious and dirt-cheap) quesadillas, one's attention kept wandering to the flickering telly over the counter, showing grainy images of the royal wedding. on more than one occasion i caught myself wondering 'doesn't the bride look lovely'. ~
a correspondent writes
Via the Therapy? website message board, I have managed to acquire a tape containing Therapy?'s set from their performance at Donington in 1994. I used to possess such a tape as I recorded it off Radio 1 back in the day when Monsters of Rock used to be broadcast LIVE ALL FUCKIN' DAY!! Sadly, it was lost some years ago but I think the setlist was something along the lines of: Stop it you're killing me Trigger Inside Die Laughing Hellbelly Femtex Isolation Turn Nausea Knives Screamager If I remember correctly it was a mammoth performance which led to the release of a bootleg CD, despite Nowhere, Teethgrinder and Potato Junkie not featuring. Can't wait to hear it. sounds great.
whilst it was too much to hope either Millwall (nice to see Dennis Wise is still a dirty little shit, eh) or Dunfermline (though they had the Bhoys worried for a little bit, which is something) would do any of us a favour over the weekend, at least Palace and the Hammers will provide us with a (hopefully) classic London derby on Saturday.
most people i know (including myself, ahem) thought Sunderland would be there of course, but there we go... ...as for the other divisions, Huddersfield and Mansfield are the two best teams to be in at this stage, whilst i'd hoped Hartlepool might come through. still, at least the possibility of Brighton going up is something. Brummie Dave's views on it all are, as usual, fiery reading: Can I say at this point that both Swindon and Hartlepool were robbed and that I hope the Millennium Stadium disappears when full of Brighton and Bristol City fans. They're a fuckin disgrace. When Bristol City fans invaded the pitch to celebrate on wednesday night, did they first attempt to hail their conquering heroes? Did they fuck! Instead they chose to scale the length of the Ashton Gate pitch to gesture at the 1000 Hartlepool fans who were, understandably, distraught at having conceded two in injury time. Brighton invaded the pitch before the game had even finished. I shall make Hartlepool my team of choice in Division Two next season. Brighton and Bristol City - I hope you have a shit day at Cardiff and wish the victors a speedy return to Division Two. in other news, given how they finished their run-up (lost the last five games on the trot didn't they) it's hardly surprising Real have sacked Queiroz, whilst - as Houllier packs his bags - who is Rick Parry kidding? The board decided change was necessary if we were to realistically challenge for the title next season. also, it seems that Telford may have to reform at a far lower level (a la Aldershot), thus ensuring that Northwich Victoria stay in the Football Conference next season, rather than dropping to the new Conference North. and congratulations to Hednesford.
PLUG
Other Music Presents: WEDNESDAY 26TH MAY at "Over the Top", 78 Kingfield Road, Nether Edge, Sheffield. 8:00pm sharp, £5/3 Soulful, melodic free jazz from GREG MORGAN (soprano and C melody saxophones, flute) CHAS AMBLER (percussion, drums) plus SYNAESTHESIA (guitars, electronics, percussion) Notes on GREG MORGAN and CHAS AMBLER: Polyrhythmic patterns weave about Morgan's searing, tortured lines on the archaic C melody sax and ancient soprano conjuring up a world somewhere between Atlantis and Greenwich Village. Although working primarily within the "free" music environment the work of this unit is actually carefully structured, allowing areas for improvisation within defined melodic and rhythmic forms. GREG MORGAN is one of the few modern sax players whose sound does not obviously owe anything to John Coltrane. With his slow moving, intense melodies, Morgan can more justifiably be compared with Albert Ayler. Trained in classical piano, Morgan has played saxophone in a wide variety of settings: jazz ancient and modern, folk, R&B, world music. Since 1996 he has concentrated on writing and performing his own work, both in a live setting and on record. The son of London pro musicians, CHAS AMBLER's early interest in jazz led to playing in pianoless trios in the 60s: he went on to work with Jamie Muir and Don Weller, Lol Coxhill and Dave Holland. His love for jazz is matched by his interest and experience in many other genres, playing over the years in dozens of rock, soul, pop, R&B, country and folk bands. The long list includes Trees, Johnny G, 7:84, John B Spencer and the Ran Tan Band. In between all this he's found time to be a songwriter, theatre composer, actor and only he knows what else. Note on SYNAESTHESIA: Guitar-based quartet improvising around written instructions, after the fashion of La Monte Young or Karlheinz Stockhausen. The results can be drone-like, or more noisy and jagged, or both.
i feel pretty bad about my waffling the other day on Pilger and Steyn and Chomsky.
i even said i thought i could remember reading an article where Pilger said he supported insurgents in Iraq! George Galloway once had this thrown at him - when it turned out to be an invention from an enthusiastic interviewer - and the episode certainly didn't help Gorgeous George (personally i ain't a big fan, but come on...). since - even if i did read that - i can't find it, or, rather, be bothered to look, i feel bad for impugning Pilger. that's on about the same level as criticising an anti-war person for giving succour to the old Ba'athist regime in Iraq because they didn't support one particular method of removing the regime (i.e., the American-led invasion). so sorry Mr Pilger, i'm off to go and buy a copy for keeps (i must have misplaced about 4 copies in my life) of your excellent A Secret Country. as for slagging off Steyn with somewhat imprecise and unfair language, you might say why should one feel penitent about that when Mark Steyn himself is sometimes hardly fair with his columns (well, two wrongs don't make a right). well that's a bit harsh. i know Steyn himself is fond of George Bush's tub-thumping and this feeds into the way Steyn appreciates the lack of nuance to be found in the most rabble-rousing Bushian rhetoric, because Steyn feels moral choices in world affairs can sometimes be simple and reduced. so sometimes this means Steyn's journalism itself can be guilty of a lack of some nuance ("anti-war anti-Bush anti-Blair Euro-lefties at the Guardian" from an article the other day is rather sweeping, for instance). but - and i'll just stop digging in a minute - that doesn't make it fair for me to be slagging him off. so perhaps i'll just be sensible and largely ignore him in future or something... [incidentally, musta missed that story at the time: first British usage of bayonets since the Falklands war - utterly remarkable] ...or rather, engage in a more reasonable manner. of course, there's nothing one can really editorialise, or add to, about Steyn's recent outburst that President Bush shouldn't have apologised for prisoner abuses... ...that aside, i do find Steyn quite interesting. he is against theories of imperial overstretch and all that, he had a little spat with Niall Ferguson recently. but you don't have to be a fan of Chomsky's consistent theorising of American policies of new empire building, etc., as Michael Ignatieff has identified (in that strangely but i think reasonable ambivalent way of his, although LENIN'S TOMB clearly disagrees) to see there are therefore some contradictions in Steyn's world-view. and he is hawkish. but he cannot be aligned with some neo-conservatives one assumes, given his repudiation of how the British performed in the Middle East historically with their imperial entanglements. so he is an enigma among hawkish north American political commentators (i wonder if he's not unsymapthetic to the claims of The Arab Mind, though, and probably therefore like some other folk in this regard, if so). as for Chomsky, well it feels unfair that i generalised that his dismissal of Monbiot was unsatisfactory. on the first key point, it wasn't really. Monbiot does misinterpret the Hippocratic Oath as Chomsky sees it. so my bad. and even though at first glance it appears that Chomsky has an overarching (i.e., general) principle on intervention (now, that would be troubling), it's actually the case that he's case-by-case. but that is Monbiot too, of course. so i'm not sure that i prefer Monbiot, frankly. but, a really humanitarian way of looking through (the lens of) the Hippocratic way to intervene would point out a decent physician would not have waited so long to beneficially intervene on its patient's body (Iraq, in this case). of course, this backs up what everyone says about western duplicity in Ba'athist crimes in Iraq in previous decades (lancing the boil of Iraq could have been done far earlier, blah blah, if we are to look at intervening in the spirit of healing). but Monbiot and Chomsky clearly both agree on those basic points, so i'm not sure where to take it from there. and, after all, since this is so well-known it is unfair not to allow for the possibility of past misdeeds being exorcised (as Oliver had convincingly argued). reading Chomsky's recent Hegemony or Survival you're frustrated at his conclusions for grass-roots alliances, everything's vague, the classifying of public opinion as another super-power seems a bit airy-fairy; is it just me or is it genuinely difficult to sometimes discern what he actually thinks (there is no discussion of either American involvement in Somalia, or western non-involvement in Rwanda, in the book, for example)? but there again, he's basically a libertarian type of socialist isn't he i think so revolution and all that innit. fairy nuff. i don't want to sound like a churl engaging in knee-jerk criticisms of him (although i realise i probably do sound like that) but it's just that some of Nick Cohen here i actually agree with (doubtless persona non grata to some on the left; i remember Ian Penman discussing Andrew Rawnsley and the like as liberal hawk cheerleaders and how he wasn't feeling them, but to be fair the Rawnsley article archived at the observer site of the time seemed reasonable and sensible: this was all a long time ago though, so it's a bit pointless to dredge up links now). a lot of it is redactive and unfair to the likes of Chomsky but in lifting a veil when he discusses Chomsky on propaganda it's interesting. the question from Ramos-Horta is really unfair though, but you have to laugh at the pluck of Cohen for putting it in like that. Chomsky would no doubt answer with some qualifiers about American misdeeds in the past, etc., or some point about current problems with what is happening in Iraq. it's in that respect that i'm not so sure one would look towards him for undogmatic salvation, as i like my grey areas shaded in with pragmatism. but the book itself is at pains to point out how all American policies are working towards one goal of American supremacy. you either agree with that analysis or disagree with at least parts of it, so fair enough in general. incidentally, one of the friendlier reviews of Hegemony or Survival i read contains the stupendously amusing line that Turkey is run by an iron fisted dictator (don't forget, the book came out in 2003 so the review is from then too). wonderful! that must be news to both President Sezer and Mr Erdogan eh? god, i'm a right po-faced pompous cunt. Saturday, May 22, 2004
Friday, May 21, 2004
Matos on Stephen Merritt is great mind:
Stephin Merritt in old, out of it, and talking out his ass shockah. "OutKast is boring music for suburban teenagers"--yes, and the Magnetic Fields is boring music for their older siblings who fancy themselves intellectual because they read half a magazine piece by David Foster Wallace. ~
saw Amblongus' very amusing take on that Hornby piece earlier - and can i just say, Eppy, you're being too kind (trust me, he's ours) - but, really, how much does Sasha's piece on Nick Hornby rool?!
disclaimer: yes i enjoy his fiction as much as the next foghorn.
whilst i'm pretentiously (and doubtless wrong-headedly) waffling shite about politics, i must draw attention to this recent Mark Steyn article in the National Review.
buggered if i know how it finishes because i ain't going to sub to it for that am i, but blow me if it's not a frustrating start! I know what I'd like: Iraq, circa 2010, is a functioning confederal state, not a perfect democracy, but a respectable one — not New Hampshire, not Norway, but not Zimbabwe, either. Think Singapore or Belize. It has a growing economy, an enlightened education system, a free press, and an expanding middle class. Its representative at Arab League meetings votes with the King of Morocco more often than with Crown Prince Abdullah of Saudi Arabia. Its presence as a free society in the heart of the region changes the dynamic, encouraging reform in some of its neighbors (Jordan) and shriveling the dictatorships in others (Syria). well - pausing to note that, yes, of course, this sounds nice and who wouldn't want it - i'm almost convinced i bet Mark Steyn goes on to beat his political opponents almost w' 'is this what you really want, Ed Kennedy?' i realise i'm being extremely redactive here and even an uber-hawk like Steyn (as someone at Salon amusingly called him the other day) doesn't really think that, and i realise differences are all healthy, but it just strikes me as a tad unseemly that he's throwing that sort of phrasing out as if to plant seeds of doubt in his readers minds along the lines of 'well, do those anti-war types really want what's best for Iraqis too, like us reasonable folk?' just strikes me as a tad, well, hmm, i'm unsettled.
alright, "so disappointed" is undeniably intemperate language. i meant it's a shame a bona-fide dictator couldn't get as much of a roasty reception as Mr Bush, is all.
and yes, arguments from one former Amnesty Intl' person that human rights groups, certainly in the US, are recently more and more becoming almost moral pawns of intervention arguments and all sorts of bedfellows they really shouldn't be comfortable w', is endlessly disturbing, i know...
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously
very interested to see that Simon silverdollarcircle attended a Noam Chomsky talk t'other day, especially as he found Chomsky to be the antidote to one's political grey-area i'd mentioned recently. i must say i am rather - well, if not fond, then perhaps appreciative or such - friendly towards my grey-area. i'm not sure how far i agree with Simon that it sounds inspiring to have, to hand, something to repel this queasy grey-area of indecision, but i admit it all sounds rather useful. and on the surface Chomskian rhetoric appears to take us away from stubborn dogma, which is nothing if not unappealing. but politically speaking i'm not so sure that even Chomsky (and he merits praise not only for his foundational work in linguistics, but his speaking truth to power too) doesn't lapse into that now and again. i'm not one of these people that wants to spit a somewhat kneejerk cry of 'apologist!' at him (although, one has to say, Edward Herman's defence of his pal from DeLong tends to get bogged down a bit and, frankly, obfuscates at times; and all that said, i've never come across a convincing excuse for Chomsky's bizarre labelling of Vaclav Havel as "morally repugnant", though i'm sure one must exist somewhere) and the people that criticise him for his sometimes poor grasp of history are perhaps being a little unfair: that is the curse of the generalist, after all [incidentally, for a more useful round-up of the whole 'Chomsky on the Khmer Rouge' hullaballoo, check out, firstly, Sophal Ear's original thesis, Josh Buermann's eminently reasonable-looking defence of Chomsky, a good response to that article, and an enlightening spar between Bruce Sharp and Josh Buermann]. his inspired response to Anthony Lewis should clear a few things up for people that like to muck-rake. but i think Chomsky can sometimes get bogged down in a little sticky stiff-mindedness. don't get me wrong, many interviews i've read of his have him being good-humoured, even-handed and witty (though he can be rude). and his drawing to public attention in the west what Suharto was doing in East Timor was very important, for a start. and his critiques of American foreign policy (god, this is turning into a 'wot i fink of Chomsky' post...) in Central America mean that he should be commended in a similar way to how John Pilger should be wuvved for his writing on East Timor and the Aboriginal experience in Australia and his early journalism, even if you did read him the other day opining that the insurgents in Iraq should be supported (i swear i read that somewhere, but i can't find it now, so maybe i was dreaming...)/ i did love how Simon says he made him challenge some of his own views, an example would be where Chomsky was discussing (i'd say) pretty widely-held beliefs about the USA and 'its puppet' Israel. i don't know what sort of thing Chomsky held up at this point but a very mild example might be recently where the USA did not veto a UN resolution on Israel, merely abstained [okay, in the face of what everyone has been seeing happening there, that might not sound like much, but it's quite a bloody big stick in diplomatic terms, believe it or not]. standard view of Chomsky: that's before we start to praise him for his politics of dissent, which - even if you disagree with him, and it seems reasonable to sometimes - are so invaluable and refreshing amidst a culture of bland acquiescence from some commentators. western hypocrisy over East Timor was indeed sickening and disgraceful and all manner of other bad words you can think of, and Chomsky's worldview when discussing American clients across the globe has usually always had morality on his side. but his almost pathological obsession with hypocrisy does hit you somewhat badstyle (and tad dogmatic, going after the Great Satan? who can say...). as someone far wiser than i once said, if you recognise hypocrisy as the tribute vice pays to virtue, a lot of his recent stuff (certainly Media Control, which does touch on themes that Gore Vidal enjoys too, but with far less success than Vidal) is essentially bobbins. but his pointing out that military intervention in humanitarian guises is usually not what it seems is a fine Orwellian one, even if the spin-off from consequence is a whole 'other debate you can have with yourself about that (e.g., to pick an obvious one, re. Pakistan in East India, did the Indian military intervene with entirely humanitarian reasons at heart on behalf of Bengali separatists: no, but there were readily apparent - and i think this is an interesting point - humanitarian consequences). as a side-issue here, i don't think Monbiot is satisfactorily dismissed by Chomsky here. one thing i will say in his defence is doesn't it irritate you when you read stupid or absurd criticisms of him predicated on issues like 'well, he should criticise X or Y such and such more frequently, not just our very own Z'. our responsibility lies with our own govts, and that much should be easily apparent. tho' i must admit, on the above issue, and i don't want to sound like a simplistic fool or anything here, but it was so disappointing when George Bush attracted more protestors than Jiang Zemin did in London a few years back. P.S. i read The New Military Humanism: Lessons from Kosovo, Chomsky's 1999 effort on NATO intervention over Kosovo/a, soon after it was available (my own views on that episode was i was pro-intervention before the intervention happened, and then, beset by doubts to the point where i felt myself a troubled fool, after the fact). Chomsky had a lot to say in that book (like many, what happened to Rambouillet, why did we walk away from that when we did and hunker down to military options, how much escalation on the humanitarian bad eggs scale can we easily discern once aerial bombardment started, etc.), and it's always interesting, and keenly argued. however - and who am i but a fucking semi-anonymous chod w' a blog so what do i know {except to vouch that in terms of area studies at university and really since then the only places politically i am very familiar w' arguments are Russia, China, Indonesia, the Balkans, Britain, and central Africa} - one should point out Adrian Hastings' review here is actually, pretty much spot-on. Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Auget largiendo
can't believe Elvin Jones has gone (as marked in many blogs, and understandably so). what an immense talent; he had gifts. what is the word up from 'powerful'? i can't be the only one who thought immediately of a particular scene from Shakespeare in Love today when i heard the news. for some reason, i feel the need to quote some of the Norman and Stoppard script at this point: That goes down very well with the entire COMPANY...except for VIOLA and WILL. He looks at her, helplessly, then makes as if to say something. VIOLA ducks away from him and blunders blindly out of the street door, in tears. VIOLA passes PETER who is coming in from the street. WILL, attempting to follow VIOLA, is grabbed round the shoulders by PETER...who, we now see, is in a highly emotional state. WILL tries to fight him off but PETER has the strength of the news he brings. PETER (shouts): Will! Mr. Henslowe! Gentlemen all! He brings the room to silence. PETER (CONT'D): A black day for us all! There is news come up river from Deptford. Marlowe is dead. There are general gasps and cries for information. PETER (CONT'D): Stabbed! Stabbed to death in a tavern at Deptford! No one is more affected than WILL. This second blow is worse than the first. He stands horror-stricken. WILL: Oh...what have I done? ALLEYN (standing up): He was the first man among us. A great light has gone out. Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I have only seen...a harrowing sight
_diary, summer 1918, John Singer Sargent. 'The event that he decided to commemorate took place between Arras and Doullens on 21 August 1918. The Germans had put down a gas barrage which had caught several units of the advancing British Army .... Severe mustard gas poisoning is usually fatal and invariably disabling. The symptoms begin with a heavily running nose, nausea and vomiting. After a day the eyelids close. The victim's scalp and genitals may be severely burnt, because hair contains sebum which aggravates the effect of the chemical. By the second day blisters form, the ears swell and the victim coughs up his own mucous membrane. Mustard gas killed the soldiers of the First World War, just as it killed Kurdish villagers in Saddam Hussein's Iraq, by destroying the respiratory system. Death occurs within two to ten days.' In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. __Wilfrid Owen. "The claim that Iraq gassed its own citizens has often bee(n) repeated. At best, this is uncertain." Edward Said, 7th March 1991.
Is it at all possible to speak of 'a lack of clarity' and 'haziness' when the matter is one of an order to remove people from their homes, bind their hands and gag their mouths, beat them with clubs in order to break their hands and feet?
Acts of this sort arouse every cultured person and no haziness or lack of clarity can excuse them. __Justice Moshe Bejski. "This order, when we are sitting here in this room, it seems something like a monster, but in this time, in this area, in this situation, it wasn't like that. Everybody did these things all the time. It wasn't something so bad. It wasn't something that dropped from the sky. It was something you saw every day." __Captain Eldad Ben-Moshe. ...a very confused situation - confused orders, confused commander, confused soldiers, everyone was confused. __Lieutenant Omri Kochva.
POLICE BRUTALITY
Jon Burge's watch at Areas Two and Three: Chicago's shame. Cannon says he was addressed as "nigger," beaten about the knees with a flashlight, and driven to a remote site on the southeast side...--->read more here.
letter in paper:
In the review of the film Secret Things, J.R. Jones wrote: "I've watched this 2002 French drama twice, and I still can't decide whether it's a masterpiece of sexual provocation or just a really classy stroke film." Oh, I dunno. I'm guessing the latter? But maybe you need to see it a few more times just to be really sure? __Rose Selavy
as a state of emergency is declared in Plateau, amongst the background of roiling violence, none other than Wole Soyinka has asked President Obasanjo to resign.
new Amnesty International report up: Killings of civilians in Basra and al-'Amara.
"UK Armed Forces in Iraq have shot and killed Iraqi civilians, including an eight-year-old girl and a guest at a wedding celebration, in situations where there was no apparent threat to themselves or others".
the script don't come for free
my brother and Whidizzle and Miguel saw the Streets and Calvin-Schmalvin in Leeds - live for Radio 1 - the other night, support from Shystie (who didn't pause for breath for half an hour). live band of drummer, keyboardist, and bassist to supplement the Skinner stylings, which was a mix of choons from his first and second albums, starting with the first tune from his first LP. encore finished with 'don't mug yourself'. Calvin "fantastic" range, Skinner a fine riser w' every conceivable spirit on there and a top night was had by all. as Shystie's DJ ripped More Fire at the beginning with who's that Darren Francis my brother turned to Whitbizzle to say 'our kid would buzz off this'. apparently he wholeheartedly agreed with his viewpoint. P.S. our kid also mentions that the NME is currently making schoolboy errors in its full-flavoured endorsements of the new Morrissey... ...k-punk's agreeable spin on wuvving the chap's persona notwithstanding. Monday, May 17, 2004
this is the post where i entreat Angus [capital fellow] to do me a favour.
Melbourne's National Gallery of Victoria is the oldest, largest, and best art museum in Australia (sorry Canberra!). it has significant holdings of work by Fred Williams (including this startling Upwey Landscape), one of the finest artists of the Australian 20th century [here is a very good webpage about Williams, if you're interested]. the NG of Victoria recently launched a major touring exhibition of Williams' 'Pilbara Series', due to travel to several regional Aussie galleries, between now and next year. this series of paintings and gouaches had for a long time been in the hands of the mining giant Rio Tinto, but they donated it to the public in 2001 when they gave the collection to the NGV (although as this Age story shows, Rio Tinto weren't entirely losers over the whole affair). my absolute favourite Williams piece is quite possibly the Red landscape of 1981, painted very shortly before his cancerous death, that you can clearly see on the NGV's own page above about the touring exhibition. as Andrew Graham-Dixon noted, the spiniform bleached trees, the suggestion of hardy spinifex, the endless horizon, all these observations in the painting add up to what is a spirited engagement with the landscape of the vast Pilbara region of northwestern Oz [National Geographic mini-site, image #1, image #2, map]; an attempt to create - with those wispy essences of ubiquitous spinifex as a sort of shorthand for natural grandeur&toughness, the dots of brush, the stark/luminous red earth {see Aboriginal Flag} - a visual vernacular of this area. the implacability of this monumental slice of Mother Nature in all her impassive glory is rendered well by Williams. i have the feeling if i ever actually saw this tremendous picture in the flesh (ahem, coff-coff), i would be simply dumbstruck. Williams flew over the region by helicopter whilst preparing for Red landscape and his euphoric diary entries of the time show his enthusiasm for, and appreciation of, the stunning and wonderful scenery he encountered out there. groups of wild horses ("brumbies") and a strange clashing of light and land were just two of the phenomena he saw with his own eyes. this is possibly a bit of a stupid time to ask Angus this, given that the Pilbara holdings (although not all the Williams that the museum has, presumably) will be on tour and out of Melbourne for quite some time now, but i was wondering: the next time (if you're arsed and do go there from time to time, as i'm sure one must do) you visit the NGV, could you possibly go and find one Williams piece, any would do ya know, {if this ain't too much trouble}, view it, and blog your response? cheers mate.
go Gunes!!
just been speaking to my boy Cengiz (he's the one who works as a Turkish/English Kurdish/English interpreter at a community centre in Tottenham). he's going for a volunteer research position at Amnesty International. good for him. a very interesting BBC page about the Somali community in Cardiff. and an interesting page of photos of two demonstrations, one pro-war, one anti-, taken in Manchester the other year.
critics may point out that there have been more mentions at this blog of Jim Carrey than of Husserl or Feyerabend put together.
to my critics, i say yes, you are quite right.
on the train the other day i saw a young man reading the screwtape letters who looked a bit like jim carrey.
the wonders of modern life [and speaking of Lewis there is "this remarkable page" about scran and booze in Narnia, via Tom Ewing, w' another fine Narnian page to go]. also on the train i saw a young man wearing a Morrissey jumper and reading a book about the who. the banality of evil.
deadly serious
One gang member alleged that guards refused to unlock the doors when they called for help. President Maduro returns home. clubbing went to a billed as new wave/ppunk night the other day. good stuff, excitable vibe. lot of old classics ('wall of voodoo', tones on tail, much depeche mode, john foxx and the feelies and visage and fuzzbox) but a fine variety of left-of-the-field choices too, much stuff was shamefully unfamiliar with but sounded like DNA or Bucks Fizz being buttfucked at the same time by Arthur Russell or Yello. played some Yazz and at the start of the night, some Clash, 'EMI', some Buzzcocks before the floor was busy: clearly demonstrating the DJ's lineage, and jumping of bones. 'don't you want me' fucking immense. was gonna ask the DJ for slits covering Gaye but so enjoyed spandau's 'true' it didn't matter. they didn't play big country though, ah well. was on the rock/dark metal iconography side of these things, methinks. bar pricey. the greatest sport in the world (1) Parker, Defoe and Smith as standbys (even though i am a Ledley King fan Vassell before Smith?) is a bit poor, Sven. alas no SWP? glad Upson is at least in the stand-up. nevermind salivating about invincible Arsenal man Ashley or indeed Sol, the only two defenders there that are definitive starters are Terry and Neville, G. looking at the squad it strikes you at present England have arguably (only?? and of course everything is always at present) 3 or 4 world-class players, two scousers (one of whom is really quite Welsh), a manc, and a londoner who supports a manc outfit. funny that. (2) Chunklife, you owe me twenty (tho' somedisco owes Brummie Dave 20). (3) obv. congrats to the Gooners ladies and gents (haha, Sir Jock Purple Face, haha), to Valencia, to AC, to Werder, to Lyon and to Ajax. Pete Baran said ladies victory not covered much at all in the press, ho-hum. (4) even more obv., congrats to the Shrews, v. pleased w' that. (5) good (we can't get rid of him cause of the 2 yrs left to run meaning he would be entitled to bank-busting compo and whatnot). english play-offs (6) palace (they are in form of course) and ipswich (dark horses) start brightly hmm, brighton's still competent attack on swindon and hartlepool still fighting against bristol c., huddersfield and mansfield on a collision course as to praps be expected, 2 best outfits really (recent league result for cobblers/mansfield unpicked in first leg). games today and over the next few days, Auntie has the best intro here, keep it locked to the Beeb you know it makes sense. indeed too saddened by the whoa bodyform passing. Sunday, May 16, 2004
let me clarify: Jacques is on reasonable grounds with his historical point.
but to ignore such sights as forced labour in Myanmar at the behest of the SPDC (or, indeed, such issues as the January murder of Chea Vichea) whilst one is taking the waters is, frankly, offensive.
Dr Mohamad and Asian Values
politically speaking, Indonesia is the region's only true failing state (so he is therefore correct; tho' we could go futher east: to Oceania, and see some sights but that is to digress), and of course one is sympathetic to the claims of Jacques here. alas, Jacques is absurdly wrong w' Historically speaking, this is nonsense....But let that pass. - the touch of arrogance with 'let that pass' underpinning some of his argument. Laos? Vietnam? China? North Korea? Burma? and this, thus, fatally compromises - for me - the thrust of his plea, even though he is, of course, right on the issues that matter w' ref' to the USA. Thursday, May 13, 2004
bowled over
to be honest with you, just utterly flabbergasted about the news (and the resignation of Vajpayee!). perhaps some people were not terribly surprised, but i doubt it, certainly would doubt 'in the slightest' (and i admit my outbursts here are exaggerated for effect, but even still...)_ Congress won nearly half the seats up for grabs in Gujarat, for instance. was planning to post quite a lot (politics, food, movies, music, literature, mostly) over today and tomorrow but this is all going to take a few days to read and digest instead. agog! the BBC has a useful introductory/regional guide to where votes went etc. here. due to the unexpected results in India and (therefore, it follows) the very real possibility of a blog hiatus for a good few days, let me please post some links to interesting web-free articles from recent issues of the NYRB. Anthony Lewis on Michael Ignatieff and Washington's suppression of civil liberties Ahmed Rashid on 'the rise of bin Laden' Ingrid D. Rowland on 'Faith and Power (1261-1557)' [i.e., the latest mammoth Byzantium exhibition at the Met Museum, their page here] and Adam Shatz reviews a number of pieces on Hezbollah (there's a lovely article on Gerard Manley Hopkins in that particular issue) oh, and the full text of the letter from the 52 former diplomats to Blair. one thing i've been frankly wanting to say for some time and i don't wish to offend any possible readers here but you know how the USA is renowned for quite a lot of progressive politics magazines like mother jones and the nation, well just as ones like those are to be fair good and the likes of adbusters is really frankly showing itself up these days and a bit dubious well i didn't want to rip on adbusters i just wanted to mention it was only the other day where i first read a copy of my first utne reader which i'd heard so much about (you know, their press awards and all that, and it's a good name to drop) but i have to say i thought this particular sheet was, to be honest, pretty crap. maybe it was the just one issue i had but a lot of recycling from other organs and stuff, a lot of quite lazy stuff in there, i'm afraid i'm going to sound like a cock now as i read it about a month ago and couldn't give examples now it's in the mists of time but i remember thinking that quite strongly at the time and i'm normally pretty careful like that, so yeah (they did mention a recent Keenan piece in the wire no less tho' which had Heather Leigh Murrah playing! which is something i suppose, about the ol' free folk explosion and Sunburned Hand of the No-Neck Black Emperor and all that lark {ducks from Jon}. ah well there's always daria~ big up Matt, a true gentleman and one of the good ones oh and one final thing today's best google search here proving who the top chronicler is/// gone reading. Wednesday, May 12, 2004
well, this seems to be it;
OFFICIAL CONFERENCE NORTH LINE-UP ANNOUNCED The first ever Conference North will now comprise: Alfreton Town, Altrincham, Barrow, Bradford Park Avenue, Droylsden, Gainsborough Trinity, Harrogate Town, Hinckley United, Hucknall Town, Lancaster City, Leigh RMI*, Moor Green, Northwich Victoria, Nuneaton Borough, Redditch United, Runcorn FC Halton, Stafford Rangers, Stalybridge Celtic, Southport, Vauxhall Motors, Worcester City and Worksop Town. The official listings were made by the FA National Leagues' manager Mike Appleby and representatives from the Conference, Northern Premier League (UniBond), Dr Martens League (Southern) and Ryman League (Isthmian) at a meeting in Loughborough on Sunday. *If Leigh RMI are reinstated in the Nationwide Conference due to Margate's ground problems which have to be rectified by May 31st, Kettering Town will be switched to the Conference North and Margate to Conference South. these are truly exciting times for the upper echelons of English non-league footy!
NON-LEAGUE ENGLISH SOCCER (FOOTBALL)
for those interested, the situation with Unibond Premier promotions within the context of the new Conference North next season is as follows (north midlands and northern-situated teams w' geographic locations in brackets cause i'm anal). Unibond champions Hucknall Town (darkest wilds of Nottinghamshire on the edge of the county city, tho' the town has some pleasant boozers) can't go up to the Conference proper, as - sadly for them - their ground is not up to scratch. runners-up Droylsden (east Manchester, and easily my least favourite derby for Alty due to their pisspoor pitch, among other factors) have the same problem. if only poor old Barrow (the edge of the world, in SW Cumbria) had finished 2nd and not 3rd, they might have been able to have gone up, and then be having (no doubt fierce) derbies with Carlisle. Barra's ground is A-OK. in related news, it seems that Leigh RMI (Wigan way) who finished 2nd bottom in the Conference may escape demotion to the Conference North. this is because Margate are almost certain to be booted out of the Conference proper for not having their ground ready in time for the new season. the knock-on effect of Margate being relegated to the Conference South means that Kettering will be shifted from Conference South to Conference North meaning old foes like Altrincham and Stafford can be reunited with them. one final thing to report is a rumour doing the rounds (bit unlikely this one, admittedly) that Conference outfit Telford may go bust, given they are looking for a new investor and chairperson. this would mean Northwich (mid-Cheshire Soviet salt-mining town, and notable only for the fact that Tim Burgess, baggy Madchester type, hails from there) would get a reprieve, and also not drop from the Conference proper to the Conference North (they've been relegated, as it stands). this final option though, is extremely unlikely. i would hope this is not the case as; (a) i don't like Northwich (b) 'we' (i.e., that pathetic plural thing sad footy fans do to refer to the team they 'follow', that is in this case, Altrincham) want our derby with the green slime back (as they're known) (c) yes i am sad.
readers in the S. Yorks. area who are interested in this sort of caper (if there are any) might be interested in the following.
this is a plug where i cut and paste an email i got the other day, from some Discus Recs associated ppl. given the geezer's giving out phone nos. over mass email, i don't see any problem putting this on the innanet. If you think you'd like to try your hand at improvised music, or want to take your playing a step further, there are still places available on the improvisation workshops currently being run by Mick Beck. These are being held at Over The Top, 78 Kingfield Road, Nether Edge, Sheffield, and run from 7:30 to 9:30 on Monday evenings from now until the last workshop, which is on the 21st of June, with a gap of one week for the 31st May Bank Holiday. Cost: £5 per session or £3 if unwaged. The workshops will explore the balance between ambient and interventionist approaches to making improvised music. Participants are invited to bring their own instruments; there are also some percussion instruments and a piano which can be used. NO PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE IS REQUIRED, only an open mind to experiment, listen and communicate. Between 1988 and 1992 Mick led an influential improvising big band, "Feet Packets", which was based on a workshop group, and has since run several series of workshops for mixed age and ability groups. If you are interested, please phone Mick on 0114-258-4999 or email him at mick.beck1@btinternet.com Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Brummie Dave clarifies his Brighton views:
As for Brighton. Two issues. Firstly, Kidderminster were refused league status in 1996 due to not meeting the league's criteria on stadia. However, Brighton's ground resembles nothing more than an athletics track with a tent stuck in one corner posing as a stand. Secondly, their fans on the whole are whining cockney wannabees who can only dish it out in numbers - I heard a nasty story about 4 of them doing over one sole Millwall fan. Leatherhead and Sheff Utd fans have proclaimed similar tales. i know QPR John is very fond of banter with Brighton fans, so who can say? this one could run and run. one thing's for sure though, without getting involved in any new stadium issues, he's right that where the Albion have been plying their trade is about as impressive a ground as, well, Hucknall's.
speaking of the lovely companion, she reckons the fog was all:
came into work this morning on the train, just as a fog rolled in off the lake, a thick, cat-like curvy fog the likes of which i've not seen since i was in san francisco, all cold and misty, rendering everything above about the 20th floor completely invisible. it's really quite beautiful. apparently the Repub. Rep. from OK. was heard to remark "seven people are being punished for what they did, but now we have these do-gooder humanitarian people crawling through prisons looking for abuses when our heroes are out there dying", and also that "those abused prisoners should praise their Allah that Saddam Hussein is out of power" and is fond of attaching the label a "political agenda" to things.
re. the Thai PM Thaksin Shinawatra wanting a stake in Liverpool football club, it's a shame the most sensible people here are (as per) the fans.
James Inhofe is a Republican senator for Oklahoma.
During today's meeting of the Senate Armed Services Committee, in which Maj. Gen. Antonio M. Taguba was speaking [basic txt report here/pdf report here], Mr Inhofe remarked that I'm probably not the only one up at this table that is more outraged by the outrage than we are by the treatment...These prisoners, you know, they’re not there for traffic violations...If they’re in cellblock 1-A or 1-B, these prisoners, they’re murderers, they’re terrorists, they’re insurgents. Many of them probably have American blood on their hands, and here we’re so concerned about the treatment of those individuals. the lovely companion, who heard the entire thing on the radio (i didn't catch any of it), assures me that "they quoted, possibly, the most benign of his comments. he was just getting started, there." i wonder where all his 'no traffic stops, these' stats are from.
Nouakchott? it's right by Skowhegan, i think; take a right at Norridgewock
today's NY Times has a report from their Craig Smith in Stuttgart - concerning north African countries; well, really, Sahel states - that's been fairly widely syndicated (read it in the IHT here). in light of widespread concerns that Islamist terror outfits and sympathisers may be operating in the region, or looking to shift operations from elsewhere, it's just mentioning things like how American special forces have been posted to countries like Mali to train local troops (in March the American military was finishing what was reported to be a highly successful counter-terrorist training program [sic] in Mali and Mauritania), and how western powers want to ensure any support or territorial base the likes of al-Qaeda have (or are scouting for) in the region is eradicated (NATO officials are in Mauritania this week to discuss border security). these American efforts are all part of the Pan Sahel Initiative, launched in 2002. now, this is not the time for any political analysis, merely my anal demi-GUMG-job stylings which is to note that the (benign in its representations of course, and hardly Ivor Crewe wondering why the miners are always pictured outside the pit, whilst the bosses get interviewed in the boardroom or whatever, but you 'get the idea'...) article struck me as charming in its 'ungoverned swath' and 'vast, arid region is a new Afghanistan'-type ways. i was half expecting a bit of a 'the fierce Tuareg have long roamed this region of outstanding natural beauty and hunted from their backs of their fiesty horses...few things - except BBC Wildlife Natural History Unit cameramen - survive out here'-type "Sahel 101" jobs... ...still, weeks ago The Rambler noted half-arsed central/eastern European coverage in the guardian, so i don't see what i'm moaning about...
regarding the death of gay marriage opponent, California Senator William Knight, one can't be the only one that felt Sasha's happier news: Die, motherfucker, die! was perhaps a tad, well, OTT and uncalled for.
of course that whole episode is classic all the way through.
on the subject of sitcoms and when back in the UK i normally like Garry Shandling or whatever, and a sentimental thing for Cheers, and have never been able to look past an on-song Frasier or a truly on point Seinfeld. i am coming round to a way of thinking, however, that states that - just possibly - Seinfeld might be the greatest of all American sitcoms (well, that, and the Simpsons). i certainly respond well to the snarkiness. on an advert for the simpsons t'other day they get sent down to Alcatraz for some bizarre reason and make a break for it. so they're swimming in the Bay when Marge points out SF, i'm sure the cartoonists did a half-decent job of rendering the Transamerican etc. (beautiful lovely tower that, if unfamiliar which is admittedly unlikely you should read a little about here), and Homer in a classic response, gulps out I'm not made of money, we're heading for Oakland. superb.
when i say stereotypical frilly white shirts, i of course mean the kind that Blackadder (one of the world's great sitcoms, obviously, certainly the second through fourth seasons) takes the piss out of Shelley and Byron and Coleridge for wearing in the dictionary episode.
whilst we're on the subject (isn't my authorial voice POMPOUS eh?! HO HO it's all good fun of course)/ one of my favourite bits of that episode is when the Prince Regent is discussing Dr Johnson with Blackadder and Blackadder reckons he's never heard of him til the Prince 'mentioned him just now' but proceeds to call him out, there's that bit about a fat dullard or wobblebottom; a pompous ass with sweaty dewflaps. these days of course, dewflaps are a rather rude word. and the general interplay between the pair there.
a decline, and fall...
spoke on the blower to my old man yesterday. his younger cousin is the director of some thinktank on American foreign policy at this uni (i really wouldn't feel the need to tell people i'd been hob-nobbing with Al Gore; the Dalai Lama maybe, though not Al Gore, but hey that's me). the last time he saw her was the other week (she'd flown back to England for a do). now, my old man likes a drink as much as the next fella, and he told me there were 2 bottles of wine at this place for nineteen people. NINETEEN!! flaming nora. he also told me he saw my brother and his missus yesterday, had them round for tea. he told me my darling brother's girlfriend insisted on wearing a baseball cap (this is INSIDE, don't forget) ALL THE TIME, whilst eating the meal even! i have sent our kid an email. the relevant part of it reads: mate mate mate, you *need* to have words, as that sort of behaviour is REALLY not on. i am reminded of a post from my beloved Erase The World once, where he quotes that great man of letters, Christopher Lee, on what he feels is the greatest threat to western civilisation (or suchlike). perhaps if i had a poetic soul, i would even have gone as far as to weep for humanity, perhaps go out on to the veranda (if i was in a uptown district of Naples and had a veranda and some breadfruit to hand, that is), thumbing through my gilt-edged copy of Spenser's 'The Faerie Queene', sighing deeply, with my profound eyebrows and a frilly open-necked white shirt.
apologies.
that was very mean spirited of me, and nasty. almost like a sprite (one of those small mediaeval creature things you get in fighting fantasy books and presumably warhammer 40,000 [i don't know, i'm not 11], and dungeons and dragons and whatnot), and not the soft drink). somedisco does not endorse any commercial products.
it's like this.
i would want Aldershot to go up, but - yes - Shrewsbury will do them, i feel. god! this site has been getting like a LiveJournal of late. if you give me a moment, i can find some old fragments of undiscovered Plath verse, and a GIF. icon for Buffy the Vampire Slayer somewhere to make the transformation complete.
To Ian 86400 (i know he reads me sometimes, and IF you are interested)
~ plug (posted second time around cause just got second mail 'bout it) ~ Reminder of tomorrow night's Other Music event ... WEDNESDAY 12TH MAY The Grapes, Trippet Lane, Sheffield, 8:30pm, £5/3 Bus: West Street/Rockingham Street Tram: West Street/City Hall An evening of top quality electro-acoustic free improv with THE FLIRTS Gert-Jan Prins (electronics, fm-modulations, radio) Cor Fuhler (EMS synthesizer, turntables, mbiras) plus SOUND OF MUCUS Martin Kuchen (reeds, found objects) Herman Muntzing (flexichord, electric bass, sampler) Andreas Axelsson (percussion, drum machines, CD player)
good Isabel Hilton piece in today's het graun and (whaddya know), a day after slagging him off (i am a churl hoho!), Adrian Searle has an interesting piece (dig the Erskine Childers reference in the headline) on what sounds like a fab installation by Mike Nelson at the ever delighting Modern Art Oxford.
here's Brummie Dave's two penn'orth:
Just like you, my play-off hopes differ largely to my predictions. Palace are the form team despite their 2-1 defeat at Cov City but it's hard to see them having enough quality to beat Sunderland over two games, although their work rate is outstanding - as you might expect from a team managed by Dowie. On their day, West Ham can beat anyone, but I think the disappointment of not being promoted automatically coupled with losing the FA Cup semi to Millwall will spur Sunderland on and it will be they who beat West Ham in the final. Division Two should be a lot more clear cut. Bristol City, along with QPR and Plymouth have been the team to beat all season and will be again in the play offs. I just don't think that either Hartlepool, Swindon or Brighton will have enough over two games. Personally I'd like to see a Bristol City v Swindon final - anything as long as fucking Brighton don't go up! Division three faves must be Huddersfield. Too big to be in Division Three and certainly will feel cheated having occupied third spot for much of the latter part of the season. Maybe I should be backing Northampton here in order to avoid offering support to Yorkshire and Yorkshire sympathisers (in Lincoln and Mansfield). Nah fuck it, come on Huddersfield. As for the conference. Couldn't give a fuck as I'm still gutted about Hereford not going up. I hate Aldershot and Shrewsbury too. i'm not entirely sure why a Birmingham City/Stafford Rangers fan (Brummie exile in Staffs. currently) should go a whole hog on the Brighton antipathy; everyone knows that the source of all evil in the lower divisions is Macclesfield Town. compared to them, everyone else is alright (well, i have residual problems with Wycombe, Boston, and Rushden, but we won't go into that now). Monday, May 10, 2004
the clock on the wall
Radio Australia is reporting that Bangkok is planning a "major" offensive in the south. here's a Malaysian view on the horrible violence that recently flared in Pattani. unsure how convincing Mr Shinawatra sounds here, whilst this shows he is not quite yet ready to listen to local demands in full (For now, though, the Prime Minister thinks it's safer to bet on the healing power of rice and rhetoric).
'And if Mark Latham goes to apologise now, it's too late, Marky. You should have just kept your bloody Liberal shirt on.
Mr Frankland said he believed this was the first time Aborigines had formed a national political party. The party was formed at a series of recent meetings with the support of Aboriginal, church and social justice groups, he said.' brilliant.
The World Today reports on an Adelaide march protesting Canberra's abolition of the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Commission, which has been followed by the launch of Your Voice, a new party whose arrival was announced at a Melbourne rally today.
Downing Street received Red Cross report in February
At very least, the minister of state was in dereliction of his duty. Or had you or your officials quite simply forgotten to tell him or is this just the government's continual or serial complacency? Nicholas Soames on Geoff Hoon's batman Adam Ingram. as the FT reports that Mr Hoon is offering what they call a 'limited apology', it speaks volumes about the British govt that - in this FT story - it is an opposition spokesman (Soames) and a rogue backbencher (Cook) that sound the most powerful and truthful.
I'LL WIPE DOWN THE SCREEN LATER
five minutes ago one admitted one was practically creaming one's pants at a story. now this has sent me over the edge. how do you spell 'ohmigosh total fucken godhead'? a bldg. [in one of the greatest cities on earth] that - on the face of it - sounds/looks like a stone cold, by Herzog and de Meuron. filled with much to wonder and marvel at. inc. some ppl talking. one of whom is Jose Saramago. oh yes.
Tue. 3.50 Stolis, Wed. 3 quesadillas, Sun 4.50 bloody marys & mimosas
the other week, it was reported that dealer Larry Gagosian intended to open Europe's largest commercial art gallery in King's Cross. a more in-depth piece is here. <--{inelegant segue}--> whilst Manchester will soon host (14th June onwards) what is apparently the largest incarnation yet of the Cow Parade, i'm currently creaming my pants at the story here. i can't be arsed to click - what is it? well, Manc businessman Frank Cohen (pretty sure he's a Utd fan, but we'll let him off) is proposing to open a dedicated gallery of contemporary/modern art in his hometown. wealthy dude Cohen is renowned for the size and, indeed, quality, of his keen collecting. this is a story that first started to surface as rumours in the local press around this time last year, or a bit earlier, but this is the first thing i've seen of it definitive! gravy, as they say. perhaps this will go some way to help correct the otherwise spotlessly ace Adrian Searle's testy east-coast preference (re. the sphere of provincial northern spaces; i recall a fairy nuff but still somewhat snarky and odd aside once, f'r instance, about the kiddy-friendly panels they have on some pieces at the main art gallery in mcr, and something silly about lpool). i can understand always going ga-ga over Baltic completely, but there is the small matter of Liverpool Tate, for one...
It is rather like sending your own opening batsmen to the crease only for them to find the moment the first ball is bowled that their bats have been broken before the game by the team captain.
_Geoffrey Howe in the House of Commons, 13th November 1990.
I am still at the crease though the bowling has been pretty hostile of late and in case anyone doubted it can I assure you there will be no ducking the bouncers, no stone walling and no playing for time.
The bowling is going to get hit all round the ground, that's my style. _Margaret Thatcher at the Guildhall, 12th November 1990.
clicking here will help for definition of the man {princeton (more, er, academic)}
while, in Fort Ashby, WV different views, debate, and some soul-searching is going on, Geoff Hoon is under fire from the Mirror newspaper, accused of throwing up chaff in the national conversation about abuses of Iraqi prisoners. as Hoon gets on - seemingly - doing what he does best, this Roy Greenslade article from abitback is one of the sanest things read in a newspaper this year.
everything shall reveal itself in the fullness of time
whither Seinfeld? doubtless we are reduced to imagining that Bush and Cheney's dutiful 'stand-up guy' routine is the typical (& not uncommon) act that runs roughly like this: I. soothing words ii. before-an-execution. III.\LOOK! here comes the knave (aka "Rummy"). we'll ask him directly. look out "'Rummy'". look out, they say! divers alarums. iv. byebye. well, given the volumes of disgrace and horror that have come to light, it'd surely be the least to expect.
everybody was having a starter, so i stuck to pate. the salmon was good
in 1903 Bury beat Derby six nil. you wouldn't get the Shakers doing that nowadays.
all we need now is some girls
over the weekend saw a raft of films i'd never watched before ('strange days', 'pleasantville', 'contact', 'independence day', to name four). i can certainly see why UNCUT magazine did a critical rehabilitation on 'strange days' some years ago, there are delightful scenes that are in love with the joy of moviemaking as an end in itself, and some breathtaking stuff too. some of the supporting cast have winning tics and the like in their characterisation (the ferrety techie guy who's brain-swamped near the end, for one; meanwhile, Michael Wincott is deliciously credible as a paranoiac & gloriously fucked clip-head), whilst Sizemore and Bassett sizzle with life in a fine story that is only implausible in Bigelow's pessimism. she made it, when? mid-90's? and she reckons LA looks like that four years later? i know it's yr own realities, and art of the imagination and such, but still... 'pleasantville' started off like a (less charming) rip-off of one particular eerie, indiana episode but as usual Joan Allen was not far short of marvellous. and the scene where Maguire brings the art book to the soda counter guy with a secret passion for painting is, well, beautiful. as was the scene doused in pink petals when our boy Tobey is driving his amour to Lovers' Lane near the end. and Macy brings another American masterclass in acting without saying again. and it was nice to see the late, great J.T. Walsh as a "pleasant" town mayor battling "unpleasant" phenomena. after watching 'Contact' {the Jodie Foster space aliens one, based on a Carl Sagan book apparently, and dedicated to Sagan at the end) i can confirm i adore Matthew McConaughey's accent in this, even if his character could have been fleshed out far more satisfactorily. i think the most searing critical insight i want to make after watching 'independence day' - apart from to note it was a right laugh, and that the bloke who played Jeff Goldblum's dad was a hoot, OH, and that Vivica Fox is HOTT - is that Bill Pullman looks like the chap who plays Max in Aronofsky's 'Pi'. that is to say, a bit.
play-offs wise being in the USA means i've yet to hear off virtually any mates about what they think will happen (though we earlier saw QPR John's views on Shrewsbury who - i must say - didn't impress me in the slightest when i saw them against Altrincham [a division lower than the Shrews of course at present] in the FA Trophy earlier this season; mind you, saw Alty play Aldershot a couple of years back when the Shots were about one or maybe two leagues lower than they are now and Alty were definitely better).
anyway i guess i've been thinking standard inside the box, Sunderland or Hammers First, Bristol City 2nd w' dark horses Hartlepool, and Swindon and Brighton both capable, and either Huddersfield or Lincoln in the 3rd. however, this just in from the man himself (he's like a ghost-writer or whatever you call it): Palace for me as I am a Dowie fan. Sunderland bore the arse of me. Hartlepool for Div 2 and Mansfield for Div 3 as they are a good footballing side. There is talk of a summer tour to Inverness and other parts of Scotland which I will definetly do if it is confirmed. Got a wicket in my first over off the season and was batting quite well until I smashed it straight down the fielder's throat. Reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra and listening to Maroon 5. Weather over here is crap/
by way of making up for all this unseemly self-flagellation, here is a picture of a bloke in Laos who is holding what appears to be either a rolled-up tab, or a spliff.
whatever it is, the apparently calm smile on his visage would appear to speak volumes.
re. one's general flip-flopping and knock-kneed consensualising centrist wuss positions (i'm not sure if Luke, for one, hasn't expressed some unease with one's apparent fence-sitting in the past), i suppose what i meant the other day is that there are very few things my moral compass is sure of, and that i know for certain, indubitably.
some of these include 'obvious' convictions&orobservations&c that - for instance - female genital mutilation is wrong, that a fifty pound note is rarely in my pocket, that i like jazz, and that Budweiser is an awful beer (i suppose two quid bottles of Blue Nun are its cousin in the grape world). i know most people are of course admirably shades of grey (wot's so special 'bout you...) but i always seem to be such a ponce about it heh-heh. apologies.
Dick Cheney on Donald Rumsfeld (it's hard not to see crocodile tears here): 'he's the best Defence Secy. we've ever had.'
eh?
Now they will all believe us
firstly, i should like to express my sincerest condolences to all Walsall. that was the cruellest way to go, so near and yet blah blah blah. i mean, one bit of goal difference! briefly, here is a frontline report from my man in the field. the subject is, of course, QPR's match at Hillsborough. It was looking a bit dodgy at 2 1 until Rowlands and his wonder run and resulting own goal. Wednesday fans could not take it but we didn't care. Leeds and Rotherham beckon. Enjoyed a couple of beers before the game to calm the nerves but was emotionally exhausted (how pretentious) afterwards and took time out. Shared the train home with some awfully decent Carlisle and Vale fans. Hartlepool to win the play offs hopefully as I hate Bristol City and I am chuffed that Torquay pipped Huddersfield for the third spot. Hereford were hard done by but I reckon Shrewsbury will do Aldershot over. so now you know. Saturday, May 08, 2004
QPR triumph, Manchester City and Everton must play each other in a six-pointer to determine whether it is the blue half of Manchester or of Liverpool that is the most pathetic team in northwest England in that country's top-flight [table], and Oliver discusses the Neo-Cons.
i wish i knew my own mind and didn't switch views so much, perhaps.
not holding definite opinions on issues as burning as even the resignation (or otherwise, since he appears to be weathering a storm of criticism fairly well, from his POV) of Donald Rumsfeld makes me mourn my transformation from a graduate to an essentially benign but dim chap in a snug who scratches his balls, shelling pistachios and whistling merrily out of tune as he goes. here is a picture of Windermere.
speaking of Tories, it must be a relatively rare occurence for the Guardian (and indeed, Independent) and Michael Ancram to agree upon something (apart from across the board issues such as Robert Mugabe's misrule), but we are talking the appointment of John Scarlett as secret intelligence service head...
the Telegraph reports how a body washed up on the beach at Bolton-le-Sands in Morecambe Bay is the 21st confirmed victim of the Chinese cocklers drowning tragedy there earlier this year. more here.
at local policy level, Lancaster Tories are saying little action has been taken since the February disaster. The victims' were all between the ages of 18 and 40, and included a husband and wife.
Independent reported t'other day how a breast cancer charity had chosen not to use a gift from Nestle. more here.
interesting story for questions about at what stage does a non-profit organisation get to not take a bad guy's money and use it for good (which is always a powerful stance, and invigorating) versus taking a stand, given that the muck on Nestle sticks pretty deep, and ain't too pretty (according to some quarters, certainly). and so on. etc. given that non-profit orgs. don't have the same sorts of leverage that for profit groups that still talk ethically do... fascinating issue. speaking of which, &__ elsewhere, the Co-Op Bank reveals who it turned away last year, and how - overall it turned profits - there were gains and losses because of this.
also from this morning's Guardian, read the story of how anti-terror raids have soured relations between Manchester's Kurdish community and the police.
one priceless quote for the fuckwit files (apologies to Simon silverdollarcircle) as the American remake of 'The Office' starts off badly at a test screening:-
'I'm an American, so how am I supposed to understand British?' ...although Ricky Gervais has the last, reasonable word: This isn't our baby, we sold the rights. It's like selling a house and then you keep turning up, saying 'Why are you changing the fireplace?' I've done my bit. Friday, May 07, 2004
footwear
rethinking the flip-flops issue after some observations in the field. the flip-flops is clearly something that cannot be carried off past a certain age, agreed on that. but the levels of flip-flop literacy in this town are high and some are carried off well. i also am unsure at what stage the flip-flop turns into a sandal, what numbers and levels of fastenings are required, and similar concerns. clarification is needed. realistically, it is still only a device for the young lady, or folks on beaches, etc. essentially i wanted to write the above just to justify what i am about to type now, which is to say that i have - basically - flip-flopped on flip-flops.
speaking to a woman who goes searching for mud in the Andes above 10,000 feet.
in the late summer she is off to Uzbekistan again, to see what she can procure.
Prime Minister John Winston Howard, of the Commonwealth of Australia, on his plans for ANZAC day next year ~
i don't know if i was watching something else but Rumsfeld sounds pretty, well, almost reasonable here.
i caught him at the end, when he was certainly flustered. anyway, the fact of the matter is - as the economist argues - it's time for him to go.
football
interested parties (if there are any) should find that the Beeb has two useful introductory primers to the incredibly messy business of play-off and relegation shenanigans in the English First and Second divisions this weekend. YES! I WANT TO READ AUNTIE ON THE DIVISION TWO QUAGMIRE SO PLEASE RUSH ME THERE!! NO!! TAKE ME - AND RIGHT NOW - INSTEAD TO ALL THE ACTION IN THE FIRST IF YOU PLEASE for the record, my personal preferences are for Palace and Wigan to make the First play-offs and Gillingham to go down (sorry but i like the Saddlers), and in the Second, obviously QPR (hello John!) to make it. Vale can do one and hopefully Rushden and Chesterfield will drop and not Brentford (it would be too much for their fans for them to drop on a day their most hated rivals might well go up to the first. So Brentford would be playing Chester next season, whilst QPR play Leeds. hmm). all matches kick off at the same time Saturday (Second), Sunday (First), so no team has an unfair advantage.
blogging hyperlinks
The Naked Maja superlative, literally breathtaking rumination on SAW II and a lovely bit of ribtickingly great alternative history, Meek and Orton living together! ha, brilliant! alternative history in terms of 'real' (i.e., political, military, economic etc.) stuff is quite popular but i've never gone a whole hog over it. possibly because Niall Ferguson is quite into it and much as i have enormous respect for his scholarship, powers of erudition etc., he does rather let the side down sometimes with some dubious politics. but this is something else. just imagine the possibilities... 'Delia Derbyshire was spotted stepping out of the Met Bar late Wednesday, bundling her boyfriend, Bernard Bresslaw, into the back of a waiting minicab. Eschewing the presspack apart from to briefly impart that Blur-man Alex James is "a total hoot" Derbyshire and Bresslaw sped off in the direction of their charming Haringey bedsit.' 'To Le Gavroche on Saturday night, writes William Rees-Mogg, and a delightful evening full of bonhomous wit, lively political debate, and some superb quail eggs with my two companions, Kenneth Williams and live-in love Harold Pinter. Harold entertained everyone with impressions of his namesake, Evans. Kenneth spent most of the night tutting over a cockroach infestation currently blighting his swish Docklands penthouse; he was also eager to discuss American motion picture star Vin Diesel and a project he's apparently embarking on with his "dear friend", Scottish percussionist Evelyn Glennie.' 'Incendiary electro-acoustic set Sunday afternoon at the ICA, writes Alexis Petridis, courtesy of musical and romance partners Rod Freeman and Thurston Moore. In attendance were such luminaries as Top Forty pop production duo Trevor Horn and Lee Ranaldo, Russian techstep giant Ivor Stravinsky (and his charming wife, the divine Australian poet Danni Minogue), and Biba Kopf, editor of The Wire magazine.' quality! silverdollarcircle just, because. and also that was a fantastic account of what he keeps in his pockets, and how this sets the scene for embarrassment in front of bouncers at club nights. erase because the chap who runs erase is a wonderful/nuanced sort of fellow anyway, but the last several posts have seen services rendered to clubbing (and crate digging) go beyond the call of duty. The Rambler superlative assessment of a Herbert Howells piece. The Rambler is illegally good on this sort of caper. definitely checking out this. Howells sounds so gorgeous i am truly ashamed i hadn't heard of him until a few weeks ago. criticism superfluous etc.etc. worlds of possibility ====================== lovely widescreen eloquence about schtuff i probably will never hear. Philip Sherburne in Mexico It's all in your mind: breakout en-masse. hurrah! that fascinating plagiarism deal that undercurrent has the full skinny on. body parts - sheer class. I Feel Love's commendable attempts at moderating that fantastic k-punk Lynch/Potter post, complete with fantastic comments box in which we can read Mark k-punk writing on what i'd like to believe approaches something like an aesthetic system of his, the 'irreducibly enigmatic' etc.etc. 'tis bismarck. [also Angus' careful and agreeable The only point I want to make is that the standard reading isn't wrong (there's no doubt the film invites this interpretation) as missing the point (the film invites this interpretation in the same way that the lawyer for the multinational company you're trying to sue offers you a few thousand bucks to shut you up).] also a very good point from some girl in Australia called Eleanor about old-skool British TV drama, the primacy of lovely meandering narratives. can totally see that, as much as i loved the original 'Queer as Folk', gimme Brideshead etc. yeah. incidentally the first five episodes of 'state of play' were brill, and then that last episode got all ridiculous in a bloodthirsty desire to tie up loose ends and give the viewer a juicy finish, well it was all nada. Woebot on the Kosmische Show, chaucer, straight-up chaucer. Geeta on Mozza -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- she's right you know (rainbows in the fluffy Kompakt room haha). Orbital-area battlers beware! - the Don got bare Tring backing him up (not to mention alla rambunctious Hemel Krew), it transpires. and yes, why Dacorum? well, according to the borough website itself, there's this: Dacorum came from one of the County’s ancient land divisions, known as “hundreds”.it was the latin translation of the Anglo-Saxon word for “Danish” – the name given to the extreme of West Hertfordshire. Jim for drinks, hangovers, Bukowski, loveliness, and Iain Sinclair quotes don't worry i might get my own content up one of these days.
media watch
watching this live. Mr Rumsfeld is to be commended at times for his candour but generally not the most satisfactory responses, including a frankly pusillanimous sort of sidestep about responsibility falling where it falls. useful questions/phrasing from Indiana Democrat Bayh. fairly fuckwitted question from (i think?) Republican, male at any rate, whose name i did not catch. excellent incisive questions, moving phrasing, from none other than New York Democrat Hillary Rodham Clinton even referencing the case of James Yee. Mr Rumsfeld concedes his professional position is precarious and may therefore have signed his own resignation writ. Thursday, May 06, 2004
celebrity sighting
yesterday i saw Kanye West walking down the street. he and his team laden down with shopping bags, some women, a couple of blokes. Kanye looked resplendent in a shiny dazzling get-up, kinda sportswear look. he's very good looking. i think. no one pestered him which was nice. bit of a short-arse mind. the lovely companion's mate Tiffany (T's from St Louis and has been teaching the proper sayage of 'evrbody', which originated from Lunatics town fact-checkers) is having his babies, apparently. later i thought i saw Alastair Cooke wearing a pink tie (very Quentin Crisp) and carrying a backpack. given that he died recently, it probably wasn't him.
lookalikes
vol.1 noted surrealist type man ray and that bloke off the telly, noted plays a private eye similar character personality tony 'monk' shalhoub separated at birth? vol. 2 tv talkshow host geezer craig kilborn [saw him in the movie 'old school', what do you mean, you only watch Eisenstein, it's got Vince Vaughan and Snoop Dogg in it, what more do you want??) and wellknown rocker and Kyuss/QOTSA larynx-shredder josh homme i swear that last one's uncanny even if i've not quite matched the pictures. they're the same height, massive white arms, and everything. when Kilborn came on the screen, i would have staked my life on it being homme. P.S. yesterday i saw what salvador dali looks like. well, when alive obviously etc.
footy
Mike Gregory on a book about derbies after Tom Ewing rightly critiqued that frankly piss-poor piece from Will Buckley about his dissatisfactions, the guardian restores honour with a wonderful riposte from a Carlisle fan. read that one here (there's also a very good pieces from Swells about Talk Sport and its vile attacks on asylum seekers here) Cov go for Peter Reid no no NO!! he eats bananas with his feet, didn't you know (clearly Mike McGinnity has never heard that Newcastle chant) i can barely believe Steve McMahon has left Blackpool. he was all about the club. you know what's probably the saddest state of any club in the league. it's probably actually Notts County innit. a dozen years ago, before the old First Division turned into the newfangled Premiership, Notts were a top-flight club. now next season they're playing in the old Fourth Division
plug
Other Music Presents ... WEDNESDAY 12TH MAY The Grapes, Trippet Lane, Sheffield, 8:30pm, £5/3 Bus: West Street/Rockingham Street Tram: West Street/City Hall Top quality European electro-acoustic free improv from THE FLIRTS Gert-Jan Prins (electronics, fm-modulations, radio) Cor Fuhler (EMS synthesizer, turntables, mbiras) plus SOUND OF MUCUS Martin Kuchen (reeds, found objects) Herman Muntzing (flexichord, electric bass, sampler) Andreas Axelsson (percussion, drum machines, CD player) Notes on THE FLIRTS: "A music that can be characterised by pure rawness in volume and sound, but also utilising subtlety in colour through specific use of scraping, rasping and other noise sounds" Cor Fuhler and Gert-Jan Prins are both prominent members of the European improv world. Hailing from Amsterdam, their paths rarely crossed before they became involved in the initial incarnation of Keith Rowe's electronic orchestra MIMEO in 1997. Utilising sounds from turntables and thumb pianos filtered through an analogue synthesizer coupled with the hiss and static of radio broadcasts, their sound is an ever shifting electronic palette ranging from quasi-industrial screeching to tranquil electronic landscapes, covering a gamut of glitches and clicks in between. Notes on SOUND OF MUCUS: In their own words, "musically the band chews gladly on the waste products of popular culture and consumer society and throws them up in a brand new shape. Mucus's sound is as sticky and wet as their name implies, but it can also be as pure as music gets." With all three members having been involved in projects ranging from free jazz to punk and collaborations with Martin Klapper, Phil Minton and Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore, musical diversity and imaginative use of sound can be expected.
brilliant moment on the simpsons just now.
the gang encounter a hobo who assures Marge he is a 'singing hobo' and not one of those nasty 'stabbing hobo'. he then proceeds to regale Homer & Co. with the following ditty: nothing beats a hobo life stabbing folks with my hobo knife imagine it done jaunty and real upbeat, like. they're now doing Bart as Tom Sawyer and Nelson the bully as Huck Finn. KLASSIC. also, there's a tv advert for KFC that's possibly even more offensive than the one they pulled after a bit in the UK involving the black families. this one uses some sort of bastardised doo-wop/barbershop harmonising approach from a happy looking nuclear unit to convince viewers of the necessity of trekking down to KFC for tea. oh, bollocks t' brewery Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Cracker Barrel: downhome country eating
now i know why i've always looked at a Cracker Barrel and thought 'am i that hungry?', my previously raging stomach abating its calls for succour, and calming... [via Notes from a Different Kitchen]
at first i thought the lovely companion was banging on about sandals (which are, of course, perfectly acceptable for public transportation in my book, as long as they are - obviously - worn without socks, and done decently) here.
then one twigged she meant flip-flops. suddenly her ire seems fair enough (her mate Panarese is a snarky bastard though, eh?).
loaf goes to the pictures in Camden
Matt on Ocora & assoc. Mark on David Lynch and Dennis Potter a dancehall comp. - Stelfox style Cathy appears to have shut up shop so here's one from her archives my brother on shopping in Yorkshire on a small tree lined boulevard and are frequented by twats with 'ironic' 80s hairstlyes, wearing wristbands and playing CDs such as "2many DJs" in the Store as these are clearly what the hip young gunslingers in London listen to. ~ Saturday, May 01, 2004
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