so the mole rojo sauce at this place is stupendous: like refined chocolate, without all that sugary bad vibe, a little spicy, and presentationally inviting, the essence of a tension between an inviting sweetness that does just enough to convince you everything is okay, before the glorious heat chargrills its companions and proselytizes for the delights of textural/sensation triangulation in yo eating (wow! what a pseuds-corner sentence; it really doesn't mean a thing if you deconstruct it, huh). drizzled over my entree, it was just a divine eating experience. and the tableside medium-heat guacamole prepared dinerside, fun-size pestle and mortars abounding, was incredibly moreish.

oh, and the mega-cocoa buckets here are possibly the best one's ever supped.
dunno about the Jeff Buckley tribute though, they were playing some unrecognisable roots when i was in.

i adore what clap clap has written in defence of Robinson's irony piece and bigging up Tom and that; taking to task that zenarchery dude.
link

so you see, in early august of 1995 (the 4th), the Croatian army embarked on "Operation Storm" to retake the Krajina. hundreds of Serbs died and approximately 200,000 were displaced. the Krajina had been under the control of separatist Serbs since 1991, when presumably a load of Croatian civilians etc. had been ethnically cleansed from the region in the first place, but you never can find anything hard and fast about that on the internet (i mean, i can't, well, i can, but it's all academic and too boring for the casual reader to link to probably and hidden in the backs of other things) although i remember being told that and discussing that with many peeps in classes etc (keele uni, where i went, had a very well respected balkan studies groove don't forget).
in the aftermath of the offensive, Serbs were summarily executed in large numbers, many people 'disappeared'_____________________________
conclusion:

Franjo Tudjman was vile, essentially modern day fascistic impulses, kissing the flag, bad man bad man
here is an interesting Bard link.

the point is that some far-leftists who opposed any intervention in Bosnia-Hercegovina or Kosovo/a, on the internet DO, i feel, get Serbian apologist, for that section of irregular Serbian paramilitary, Yugoslavian-Serb military type and accuse everyone during all the interminable Balkans conflict of being racist towards Serbs and demonising them, and it's been a long time since i was studying international politics (well, a few years) so unfortunately i can't phrase this eloquently and with fiercely packed, o'er'brimming intelligence - which in writing terms - is the very least analysis the subject deserves, but i sincerely believe that's a load of hooey. no one i know ever felt generalising impulses towards "the Serbs" but what you should recognise - and if you are going around SCREAMING that we are all puppets of the USA and their New World Order this might be lost in the mix (the Kosovo/a intervention to build a US military base actually) - is that between 1992 and 1995 there was a concerted effort to create a state comprised ideally only of ethnic Serbs in Bosnia, and to ethnically cleanse all the Muslims from the area. it was not really a civil war, so much as it was slaughter.
some far-left commentators in ignoring the pain of others, and being selective with their commentary, and accusing others of being supine fools who want for 'economic globalisation so Uncle Sam can bleed everywhere dry' bleh bleh are, frankly, talking regrettable nonsense.
this is almost a fascistic impulse.
the views of some people might almost be summarised as 'i'll ignore a wide variety of literature from people who all have differing views in favour of this ONE person who says EVERYONE else is ENTIRELY wrong and they are accurate ALONE because they TELL THE TRUTH everyone else LIES LIES LIES'
it's ridiculous, and i genuinely think you could call it morally suspect. there is a real danger with revisionism here.
look at Ed Vulliamy he knows the score, ignore any slurs against him, he is the man in an arena like this, he saw it, some crappy group of deluded neo-Marxists in a backroom surrounded by pamphlets for WSWS meetings and slogans on the walls, nah, not having that

here you go
Sipowicz was pretty depressed in the first season i guess, he was certainly hitting the bottle

i also want to post this that i got in the same mail off rebecca, not to endorse it, just to have a giggle in a what's wrong with the wire style:-


mon 27th oct 2003
the 12 bar club > denmark st > london
___________________SKILL 7 STAMINA 12 > brighton 4piece jazz fusion post rock crossing stereolab with the fall - pioneers of the underground COVE > crashing noise rock with time changes and speaker tearing riffs - links with Jonsonfamily records and unlabel ANDREW ROBINS > folk genius in the style of Jim O'rourke on a hangover sunday. release's with the likes of Meets Guitar JASON AND THE ASTRONAUTS > synth noise youngster build a wall of noise. debut single out on Unlabel records now.

be sure to catch SKILL 7 STAMINA 12 eh folks?

"stereolab with the fall"
i mean clucking bell

there you are

attn london dwellers!!

PRINCESSHEADBUTT >"Eases in with gentle electro-noodling underpinned by some
delicate guitar and rather fab and restrained percussion, y'know, less IS
more and all that, then it slides into a fuller-figured sound with the brass opening up, ah, lovely stuff..." - unpeeled
QUERELLE > this will be the launch for the long awaited QUERELLE / THE WOW split 12" > an incensed display
of resplendent emotion and desire > "querelle sculpt an excellent blend of post-punk and post-rock, out of their
tiny undernourished buzzing hearts." - drowned in sound
MR JAMES SKINNER >the man behind the anguished guitar of 30 DAY HEX brought to you for a special
accoustic hearing > dangerously graceful songs of fleeting thought and harsh reality >

+ silver rocket dj's

sunday the nineteenth of october two thousand and three
@ the buffalo bar > nearest tube highbury islington > london
> doors open 7:30pm till midnight.

just got that off me bezzie Rebecca, i don't even know if she's part of Querelle or Princessheadbutt, but she assures the reader that she'll be playing all three chords on the six-string that she knows,
rebecca works oop north where it's boring and slow, in fact she works at the Blackburn Museum and Art Gallery, and is responsible for this rather tasty sounding exhibition here about the divine Ms Kathleen Ferrier (she even got mentioned in the guardian guide woo-hah).
i thought it was time to move the goalposts and think outside the box and touch base with a little nepotism at this place, after all it's my feckin blog wot?

and re. that washington times editorial below, i'm quite a cynical rightwing pragmatic cunt me, in principle some of the stuff is not disagreeable, but it's just been written idiotically innit, with a lack of research etc.etc. like 'yes the red cross didn't know what happened in Penn., DC, Manhattan on the 11th September 2001; the red cross must think every single detainee is completely not guilty of being an al-qaeda or taliban member or fighter' no, give the red cross credit, but credit your readers with some brains and nuance eh?
buffoonery.

edited highlights from the latest missive off our kid, over in Hull (there had to be extra-aesthetic reasons for sticking up for Larkin you knew it!) :=

Still I await Saturday when the second most annoying team from Gtr Manchester (aka The Bolton Breezeblock Army) come to CoMS and do their usual shit We only hate Man United, wankers,should be a good one, £29 quid in for me, as Bolton are apparently worthy of a category B game....By the way just got Gyles Brandreths diarys and its another Alan Clarke full of hilarious observations about the top orders at Westminster, heres a taster Soames pushed his way through the crowds, barking at the Wintertons ,You're cunts and ugly ones to boot

i like Soames me, he's a good laugh, remember one time when Prescott got up to speak and Soames barked out "A G&T for me, Giovanni".

quality.
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OK, so we all know that compared to its sister journal, the washington times, even the post looks like a bastion of social-democratic mixed-economy bleeding heart Scandinavian liberalism, but this editorial from the times the other day really does take the biscuit.
the headline itself, "twisted" red cross is truly inflammatory, think of some of the word associations to go with that huh?
still, judge for yourself.
here from radio australia shows what a jam the red cross is currently in.

zenarchery update: - reasonable sorta clarification/cum-delicate refinement of views here re. the whole irony thing at FT, but i still think FT has it. "horrifyingly evil"?

chatting nonsense about things i don't actually know about, in a preening and pompously self-absorbed fashion
here is a provocative take on Diana Johnstone's fools' crusade: yugoslavia, NATO and western delusions [amazon link here]. the author spends some time slagging off the likes of Noel Malcolm, Michael Ignatieff, Chris Hitchens, and similar luminaries who - frankly - in this area i trust more than the author.
it should be noted that the article is published at the Monthly Review, a far-left site (it's also intriguing to note that the paperback of the Johnstone book is published by Pluto Press, which is vaguely significant if you know anything about that particular publishing house).
the horrible events that took place in the town of Gospic in the autumn of 1991 were being noted at the time, contrary to Herman's claims; HRW has information on that here, although carries slightly differing information to Herman's writing.
Herman does have some good points about an embedded media and toeing a party line and whatnot, and about the new-imperialist left-leaning types that basically followed the actions of the western governments in support thinking that the good (that outweighed evil side-effects), that was supposed to be being done (i was certainly one of these at the time during the 78 day aerial bombardment of Yugoslavia, although after the fact started to re-assess that position, typically when the like of one too many Robert Fisk reports came to light, detailing civilian casualties thanks to the usual suspect: Nato 'smart bombs'; i was, essentially, deluded into the one position, you see, although my final analysis was that of a fence-sitting one) was 'worth it', etc.
if you do a google for Johnstone or Herman's name, you'll sooner or later turn up some interesting views on the admittedly frankly fairly ridiculous Nato spokesperson during the Yugoslavian air campaign, Jamie Shea, and that sort of thing.
basically Johnstone and Herman and other colleagues are railing - and fair enough too - about the demonisation of the Serbs that certain media quarters, etc., probably did lapse too easily into during all the different days of the Balkan conflicts of the 1990s, across many years and regions (and they would be forgiven for airing distaste about some of the less than rigorous reporting the world got about the UCK/KLA from certain quarters [Amnesty International]).
however, if personal experience is any guide (especially thinking of being a undergraduate student during March 1999 - when the campaign {which was estimated to cost Britain a bill of one billion pounds a year every year for a decade from the year in question, incidentally} got going - onwards), then some far-leftists should have been asking themselves some far harder questions (than they were) about abuses being committed against Kosovar Albanians, etc., from sections of Serbian society, etc. and not just have been going about making lazy and somewhat puerile anti-American points, etc. but there again, it's easy to get caught up in romanticising one end of a conflict and not trying to see the whole picture and all the multi-varied shades of grey, i know i've done it.
another example of this might be the student socialist worker newspaper of the period - this something distinctly recalled, especially since i was good mates with the chair of the student socialist worker society at the students' union - devoting much time and space to the bombardment of Yugoslavia but then ignoring any Russian abuses in Chechnya at the same time, and definitely ignoring blatant Russian abuses later in 1999 when the second Chechen conflict actually started.
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here is a Yahoo! link for Tim Judah, who wrote - among other books - the excellent The Serbs, not an apologia for Serbian excesses, but a balanced look at an embattled society that deserved more credit than it got sometimes (and certainly more international recognition in response to certain heinous issues, such as the Croation re-taking of the Krajina, a situation of catastrophic proportions).
and, finally, here are one, two pieces from Ed Vulliamy at the Guardian about the ITN libel trial. there's not much continuity in linking these two pieces to my ill-felt rant above, but did want to observe that the second Vulliamy piece is literally the finest piece of writing i think i've ever read in the Guardian (within that ballpark, anyway), and Vulliamy is OTM here. don't believe all the bullshit from LM apologists, and Srpska-Mreza, etc.etc.-type nutjobs.
it's really not what it was all about.

i would just like to say that i agree more with Tom Ewing and Jim Robinson than zenarchery: see comments on that post also.

here are some additional points.
(i) a united fan friend was good enough to forward
It is hard to see how anyone at the club thought Ferdinand would remember a drug test he had been told about several hours before. After all, Sir Alex Ferguson must have told him whom he was supposed to mark during the Champions League match against Stuttgart and he forgot that in less than five minutes. That the defender was apparently photographed shopping on Tuesday afternoon indicates that he had also forgotten he was moving house. Or possibly he had wandered in to the glitzy department store under the impression it was his new house, having forgotten what the real one looked like.
from the Guardian, which we both enjoyed.
(ii) just wondered this in an email but are there any cities in Britain outside of the capital that are truly great in a New York/Paris/Tokyo way (you know warramean)?
perhaps the two Scottish braves (though i've always enjoyed Glasgow more than Edinburgh personally; it's hardly controversial to note the latter can be too precious about its culture, which Glasgow also has in spades, after all) and certainly the only English candidates (sorry Cymru) would be Birmingham and Manchester. i don't know, but it's a question of some interest to me. if only for reasons of mythology, and Bernard Shaw/Wilde/Beckett/Joyce type purposes [excellent tourism link], if you extended this catchment area to the British Isles, the only stone colder apart from the Smoke would be Dublin (even though it's smaller than many English cities).
(iii) Da Weaver (scroll down to Sat. Oct. 11) responds to me, and makes crucial points about: -
(a) demographics, true dat
(b) Sara Cox is execrable yeah, but Chris Moyles has never struck me as any good either (in fact, i'd be tempted to dismiss him as largely awful which would be unfair of course). i am a bit out of step though, thinking Mark and Lard terribly over-rated and i know that, really, they're cool, cause virtually everyone likes 'em.
(c) the freewheeling catholicism of a Jeremy Vine (he's no Paxo on Newsnight, but otherwise___) programme
(d) Radio 3's classical coverage. but, to be fair, that alone is brilliant. so, really, that's a tad unfair. though they do have a lot of Lucy Duran type world coverage, which means presumably that chez Wyatt/Harris they're not required listening... ;) (Duran shitting out Matt on his Senegalese tekkk trip), and crappy Wire abstraction, but in an overweeningly pretentious manner (whenever i've heard, you know, those two blokes, Sandall or whoever)
(e) and a brutally honest - and, to be frank, most likely accurate - assessment of Paul Gambaccini's "casual" listeners.
oh. and i honestly do enjoy Ani DiFranco as much as the next crunchy folkster, but Radio One ignores an awful lot more than just the acoustic folk-pop scene, so we may as well just open a barrage of criticism on all fronts, huh? :)
(iv) it always seems the Nobel literature is a good one, whereas people like to argue over the Nobel peace prize. obvious, but true dat (this is a fine piece at the guardian about the nobel in lit., via the boston review).
(v) one of one's favourite Nobel lit. winners in one's lifetime was 1992 (derek walcott).
(vi) laters.

here are some points.

(1) that from Jess is wonderful (falling in love with cities is one of the loveliest things in the world), and the bit about Peaches was spot on too. her whole sound seems grainy and rather tedious round here, to be truthful. not grainy in a decent Pygmy percussion way either.
(2) Robin's whole run of form on weekend gone was, basically, astonishing to read.
(3) Forest fan k-punk is shining brightly here.
my own views on this are that out of the United fanzines i've recently read United do pride themselves on their anti-sectarianism stance, let's be fair. and their fans are supposedly less tarnished by some of the excesses of the traditional (read, bigoted white chaps) football fan in some other towns (Mcr is hardly the most ethnically place in the provinces, or even the least white town in the north, but it is a far more ethnically mixed population than, say, Leeds or Liverpool or Newcastle or Sheffield). a lad i know who goes up the games often discusses the love-in he thinks the fans of Celtic and the fans of Liverpool have, to an extent. and he - very reasonably, after all - criticises Liverpool fans (i don't know if this actually accurate, or just a fantasy, but i shall take him at his word) for cosying up to Celtic fans. there's a sidenote here which says that some people, i believe, still do have a perception that out of the Old Firm clubs, Rangers have the higher percentage of fans whose minds have been twisted by the sectarian agenda.
i don't know, but an obviously blatant reason to posit why this might be the case in, certainly, England, is to do with a certain warping of the left-liberal mindset (fairly common among English youngsters, if my circles of acquaintances are any representative judge, and i'd say they roughly are) that supports Irish unification and so - the Bhoys fans, in patently being identified with that cause (see also all the Palestinian flags that Celtic fans wave at the derby matches) - this is why Celtic are bigged up in this regard (see also all the Israel [as well as Union flags, of course, to counter the Irish tricolour the Bhoys hoist] flags that Rangers wave at the derby matches) over the rightwards gaze of the Rule Britannia chanting Gers.
interestingly, i forwarded the link to my younger brother (the aforementioned Altrincham and Man City fan, like myself) and i'll transcribe his reply below. my brother is a centrist, nominally left-looking internationalist type btw, solidly Labour, does quite a bit for others bleh bleh, so he's not just some miserable Little Englander 'bitter blue' with no conception of political identities. his frank riposte certainly interested me.
Yep. I was lucky enuff to read the article in question in the Observer in full yday, and having come across this twat Kurt before, I must say a lot of the points made in the article you mailed hit the nail on the head. In much the same way the arrogant wankers think 'forgetting' a drugs test is a valid excuse for the most expensive player in english football history, Kurt seems to think United fans are some left leaning internationalist sophisticates or something. Utter shite.
The fact of the matter is from the top down United have one huge persecution complex and think that the normal rules of football shouldn't apply to them. I must say this week that nearly all proper fans I know fully backed the FA and that doesn't happen that often really. They really make me laugh the rags.
i do basically agree with the persecution complex thing. i know a lot of United fans and they're always - to be reasonable - at pains to point out they have this perception that everyone wants them to do badly (though i find myself very ambivalent towards United these days, and the only time i really want them to lose is when they play either City or other Prem teams i have much time for, e.g., Birmingham; it's Liverpool FC i can't stand heh-heh), but that practically translates into a persecution complex for some, i'd say.
okay, crappy unscientific straw-poll, but the collective two penn'orth from this end.
i certainly know enough racist, white United fans with the same regressive views on illegal immigration that those Little Englanders down in (far less white, as population goes, incidentally - Trafford borough, where United play, is comprised of about 92% ethnic majority citizenry, and the city of Mcr about 80%; the figure in Leicester is about 60%) Leicester are, apparently, guilty of having. in fact, they constitute probably the majority of United fans i know.
so i don't know about this.
i also would say the best United fanzine is united we stand, over and above ones like red issue or red army or whatever it is, but then again, i only semi-regularly get to see or discuss their fanzines with two united fans i know, and they seem a bit less laddish than most united fans i know, so i don't know if their own prejudices are colouring my reception.
one side-note i think fairly interesting is that all the united fanzines you read do still seem to have chips on their shoulders about Mcr not being London (hah!) and they will even quote Evening Standard articles slagging off Mcr (IIRC one such feature once in, i think, UWS) and get all hot and bothered about it. of course, to be fair (what a lot of times one uses that phrase), the Evening Standard must have been doing its own version of a fairly pathetic provincialism to earn UWS's ire, some puff-piece on Arsenal that childishly slagged United off, if memory serves.
but all the end-of-last-season wrap-up features i read in the summer's issues of the 2 or 3 united fanzines i have semi-regular access to were almost shockingly embittered about Arsenal (and, by extension, glorious cosmopolitan London?).
funny thing hey.
(4) yeah, i know that how ethnically diverse an English town is has little bearing on the make-up of its team football crowds, which are still overwhelmingly white even in London.
(5) the Cubs on the verge of the World Series is a bit like Notts County or Huddersfield on the verge of winning the Prem.
(6) more points later.

OK, i'm off now honest.
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j'accuse
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the 'hard-floor' type tekno societies at the students union i was a member of, would often flyer metallers to try and get them through the door at their night, using wonderfully florid descriptions about alien machine soul and trying to find commonalities it had with their beloved metal, about clanging beats, ooh la la~

that's why it's easy to foresee that 'classic' Detroit will find itself rehabilitated/canonicised in future with - relatively speaking - little fuss from all them rockists.
it's a somewhat different kettle of fish to the house that Jack built over in Chicago, where one gets the impression it'd be more difficult to persuade White Stripes fans to sling away their guitars. Angus would probably be best at explaining why, but the cold self-regard and intellectual self-mythologising of tek has gotta be fairly palatable to, ooh, prog fans and, generally speaking Pere Ubu/Bright Eyes/Television etc. fans that prioritise 'real' music, clever themes, etc., explored in haunting depth right?

whereas the supposed hedonistic narratives implicit in a lot of 4/4 might be harder to digest.

this here from tufluv is superb (as we all know rite), not just the Lemonjelly descriptions but how the minotaur shock impulse towards bedroom comfort is plotted. and the trajectory about does tufluv have the right to be writing about music, where they were discussing a fave of theirs when they were 14 the other day some cheesy divaesque vox, such good stuff,
it beats me the pedestrian shite that is written in some of the pop mags these days and that cheeky swine who edits the new look (but still crap, funnily enough, although good in a vibey sense for suburban indie kid hipsters) NME saying, off the back of Simon's Guardian moment of fame, blogging is good, who knows, perhaps some of these bloggers can be poached for the likes of the nme, bugger me, these people are already writing better than paper journos.
cheeky beggar/

this just in actually, additional, from our kid (the mail having the tactful subject header of Touch of a rapist : mind you, he is a big fan of Peter Kay and that whole Phoenix Nights arc, and that 'witticism' has been used there in the past, one believes).
so, he writes :=
The players are mate in order.
The Leeds badboy is Jody Morriss and he has been suspended by the Bellend Road boys for two weeks and also fined two weeks wages. The Rozzers are investigating as we speak.

The other scandal goes as follows. Kieron Dyer booked the rooms in which the girl was 'raped' (or otherwise) but wasn't there at the time, Carlton Cole (Chelski but currently on loan at Charlton) had sex with her first - i.e. the consensual sex and guesses as to who the rest are generally take your pick from the young black players at Newcastle basically- Carl Cort, Titus Bramble (who got done for speeding in court this week incidentally) Shola Ameobi, and some say Paul Konchesky of The Yid Army was involved too. But that's what I know.
{incidentally, to refer to Spurs as Yid Army is not evilly anti-Semitic; the Spurs fans themselves chant it, in part of that 'reclaiming taboo words' way, and there was once a very thoughtful article from a Jewish Man City supporter in a City fanzine about hearing their "Yid Army" type songs at White Hart Lane [N. Mcr is the second biggest Jewish community in the UK, i think, after areas like Golders Green of course]. tho' it's very instructive to read Hornby's 'Fever Pitch' - still his best book eh - about Gooners fans using truly wrong slurs against the Spurs fans. and there's that vile West Ham song about, well, Luke might know to what i refer... ...i heard it getting chanted on the tube once, actually}
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[ETA: apparently i wrote the above, including the reference to *** Army - dear me]

this will sound like a terribly militant left-wing thing to shout (odd coming from me: cynical centrist par excellence) but perhaps the reason the Gambaccini show on radio two has stopped playing a lot of the billboard charts is because, frankly, it's the 'wrong kind of music from black folks'.

radio two plays a lot of "black music", but - AFAIK - it tends to be yer Sunday Times/Telegraph rock critics/Q classicisms of sun-burnt and sandy roots or cartoony ska (shows with the Mighty Diamonds and Ethiopians on), rather than the most up to date Diwali-related riddims with slack toasting on top; it tends to be yer old-mannish Peebles/Robinson/Reeves soul, rather than Timbaland beat-science bashment divas screaming; and i'd bet if they started a hip-hop show it would be Run DMC, Public Enemy, NWA, all the way up to a load of Def Jux or Anticon artists with no mention of Scarface or Lil' Wayne.
'course, i don't wanna open that whole blissblog/claps/auspicious fish/ the world_ and her hubby debate again (undie-hop &c.), so i best shut up whilst nominally ahead...
___Mojo has now said it's -okay- to listen to classic Detroit related iconography in the field of tek, and doubtless you can see side columns there proseltyising about the goodness of, say, Oliver Ho (if techno's your thing), or other non-Detroit artists (as Reynolds said, kow-towing to classic Motor City tekkk is a bit canonical innit), but it's kinda funny (and extremely predictable) that they'd dabble in this whilst - as Gutterbreakz rightly observed - couching it in such daft 'Richie Hawtin is the Elvis of techno' type terms.....still, anyway, the levee still breaks right_

on the other hand, sullivan doesn't go overboard mentioning the Central American dictatorships bit, but you can't have everything now can you.

so there's not enough time to here go into further detail about this particular wall street journal letter that needs addressing.
one thing you should know is that the letter itself - concerning a journal editorial that mused on serbia being a better friend towards the americans than france - isn't especially bad, and it says some good, solid points that any right thinking person with a heart would agree with.
however, there are one or two turns of phrase that i'm choosing to interpret as perhaps - intentionally or not - somewhat sleight-of-handish, and i think somedisco needs to write a riposte.
how joylessly pompous this blog is!
what can be done is to direct you towards this interesting link instead, for now.

and this is a kindly and balanced link from andrew sullivan (only went there at Angus' prompting).

thing is, like, i do like radio 2, will certainly listen to it (heaven knows thank gods for their Radio 2 Folk Awards - bigging up the like of the magisterial John Tams in an otherwise sea to sea shining ocean environment that is bland UK is to be applauded - crunchy irridescent marginalia in an oft-homogenous landscape)
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but, only___
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COME OFF

1xtra and 3 and 4 and 1 are all better.

i mean, really~

my man Weaver can usually be relied upon to nail things pretty well, but am a bit confused via his stuff on: -

"Fact. The top ten singles in this week's Billboard Hot 100 are all by black acts.

Fact. Paul Gambiccinni, on the show formerly known as America's Greatest Hits, has stopped using the Hot 100 to end the show, and now uses the US Singles Sales chart. Reason? In the past year, only Clay Aiken and Kelly Clarkson's hits have fitted into Radio 2's incredibly broad format.

Tentative conclusion. Billboard's Hot 100 has stopped reflecting the popular taste in the US, and is tilted too heavily in favour of radio airplay. "

he's probably right, and i'm definitely not going to worry about the defence of mass-scale radio, but must confess, there's something about this upper-low to lower-middle_brow narrative of the last 3 or 4 years that Radio Two is the don for 20 to 40somethings of discernment and choice given that Radio One dumbed down (or whatever happened, happened), that, well, narks me (is that a word?)_
sure, Mark Lamarr does ROOTS and BASIC ROCKABILLY 101s and people like Mica Paris or Dave Godin or whoever do DEEP SOUL or MOTOWN 101s and you have the likes of Lloyd Bradley or Wynton Marsalis on to explain about Sizzla or Jelly Roll Morton or whatever, and improving in the educational is all good, and the slogan ("the nation's favourite") is accurated according to ABC listening figures, but it just almost plain irrirates me.
i know i'm being very childish here, but it's this soft middlebrow pipe and slippers, or is it?
maybe it's not that, i don't object to that after all, i'm no ageist, and don't want to fight against the inevitable, it's just i seem to find something of a smug, preening tone there sometimes.
dunno like.
for all man like Weaver's good points, he does - last time checked - think 'boy in da corner' is a crap album, so let's leave sleeping dogs lie perhaps.

Ludacris or Kelly Clarkson - i know who i'd rather listen to___
P.S.
a good friend of mine has been, or is going to see, recently, or soon, Bruce Springstreen, Gillian Welch, (the absolutely beautiful) Emmylou Harris, and the Dixie Chicks.
i admire the Chicks and the Boss and positively adore Welch and Harris. but this good friend of mine also berates me for liking, say, Sean Paul. so, yunno, screw 'hm...

;)

==y'all ge't'me hear right? all just ain't gonna say what i mean...

ah, OBFUSCATE.

i would just like to note that some American company whose name i didn't catch but think it was Erin-Son (or similar) have the most sinister radio jingle i have ever heard...

the following is a pretty 'nice' story from one of the Chi-town papers (the Tribune, published october 8th).

Having a Prairie State connection isn't a prerequisite for winning a Nobel Prize this year, but so far it hasn't hurt. Winners of the three Nobels announced for literature, medicine and physics have ties to Illinois. Must be something in the water.

South African-born novelist John Maxwell Coetzee, who won the Nobel prize for literature, has been a visiting professor in the fall quarter at the University of Chicago since 1996.

Paul Lauterbur, who shares this year's Nobel for medicine with British scientist Sir Peter Mansfield for discoveries leading to the development of magnetic resonance imaging, is at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.

And two of the three winners for physics are Illinoisans. Alexei Abrikosov is at Argonne National Laboratory and Anthony Leggett is also at the U. of I. in Urbana. They share the prize this year for their contributions to the theories of superconductors and superfluids with Russian Vitaly Ginzburg.

Beyond the Illinois connections, there is no common thread that connects these winners and their work, except for this: In each case, this prize reflects a lifetime of monumental achievement. These Nobel laureates have touched the world and changed it.

Coetzee's novels, grounded in the moral bankruptcy of South Africa's brutal apartheid, explore universal themes of human cruelty and loss, and yet capture the divine spark in man.

Leggett's work with superfluidity, the Swedish Academy said, may illuminate "one of the last unsolved problems of classical physics"-- how order turns into chaos. And the superconductivity research of Abrikosov and Ginzburg may one day lead to power lines that can conduct current more efficiently and high-speed trains that float above the tracks.

Perhaps the most dramatic example this year is Lauterbur and Mansfield's Nobel for work they did independently in the 1970s that ultimately led to the MRI. That breakthrough revolutionized medical diagnostics. The MRI is used more than 60 million times a year to detect or rule out illnesses. It gives doctors accurate three-dimensional images inside a patient, particularly soft tissue areas that could previously only be viewed through exploratory surgery.

There's no guarantee, of course, but the number of Nobel winners with Illinois ties could grow Wednesday when the prizes for chemistry and economics are awarded. After all, 22 of the 49 Nobel laureates in economics have been either faculty members, researchers or students at the University of Chicago. The school also has claimed 14 chemistry winners.

Former Gov. George Ryan's work on the death penalty has brought him mention as a contender for the peace prize.

So Illinois may not be done. Too bad, though, that there isn't a Nobel Prize for turnarounds. There's a team in Chicago that would be a lock.

congratulations, Ms. Ebadi

god, away for a day and it seems like all i can post is blogs i dig da most (if i did that all the time, i wouldn't get away from skykicking or technicolor or joshblog).
silly dat, don't want to lay myself open to accusations to blogs referencing other blogs, though i do have some sympathy for k-punk and twanboc in that argument referred to earlier.
love CoM of course, and his points to Ingram sound fairy nuff, but are his values being read into his analysis of other blogs. well that's not unusual, apologies for making such stoopid pedestrian points, but time is all as once, linear non-linear string theory, it's all the same hurrah etc., talk about what you want yeah. just cause some peeps have been discussing prog of late, it's not reason to go around hallooing the blog is dead, Luke nailed it with ref. to those concerns.

anyway, come back later, before one goes away for the weekend to visit the wild beauty of this place (among other delights), might have a bit of a ranting screed about something read in the wall street journal t'other day.

so heronbone liked the memory stuff, and i heart the Irish stuff.

and that's bloody OTM courtesy Mike Clap.

that's the most on-point thing i've ever read at a blog. nice one Luke (though if i was discussing it with Daily Express type lifeboat arguments-type folk who genuinely aren't racists, but are effectively succouring racists, i would not slur racism, even if i wanted to, cause i wouldn't want to be inccorectly identified as some fucking Morning Star reading student who throws the word "racist" around at people of a vaguely right-leaning persuasion it disagrees with {a stupid trick}. but hear hear Luka - the Daily Express doesn't seem to realise that - whilst it's not being racist per se, and many of its readers surely aren't either [though they are shabby parochialists, which is nearly as bad in my book, insular tits] it gives succour to fuckwits of all hue and stripe with its foaming. TRUE DAT)

it's funny watching flaky left-wingers moaning about Arnie's election success.
instead of trying to be a little positive and perhaps point out that - given turnout was about 60% in Cali, about a third greater than usual - Arnie's measure of success in drawing many traditional Dem voters to his camp (e.g., Hispanic voters, Union votes, etc.) should be applauded as some sort of vindication of people power (one newspaper having a good analysis that this victory was a sort of turn away from partisanship, as voters were seen to not identify Arnie explicitly with the GOP so much), the ludicrous Nancy Pelosi was moaning it was a sad day.
i know it's already a cliche to say it's not Arnie's fault that Davis was so incompetent (he deserved the recall, and wasn't it sad to see the ACLU dirty their name by turning to partisanship and Dem-boosterism during this episode), but one thing he can be defended on is at least he took votes away from the rightist candidates the Republicans put up.
in contrast to that McClintock bloke, at least he is gay-friendly and has decent views on the ol' Mary-Jane.
also, he's not a Nazi (these daft "he's even had Nazi allegations against him"-type moaning).
see Alfred Gerstl and Albert Kaufmann, two Graz boys, about Arnie being taken - back in 1964 - by onetime Austrian resistance leader Gerstl to a counter-demonstration against Neo-Nazis massing?
Arnie, they hint, waded in.
Simon Wiesenthal is his boy, a real hero, the Gropinator once said. anyone who reads on the subject knows their relationship.

i'm not saying there's not problems, and maybe it's not my business to comment at all, since i'm not Californian. just, some of the strange bubble-chamber leftism i've been reading and hearing and seeing over the last few days has been a little tedious and toothless in its flapping.
perhaps he can take the lead from the other famous one-time actor who led Cali and raise taxes in a progressive manner most high.
when the Gipper raised taxes to the tune of a billion dollars back in the day, in today's money it would be five times that.
say what you like about him (and i certainly do, specifically with regards to his Americas entanglements, of course), but that's pragmatic realism in action.
/

Bill O'Reilly, on the other hand, moaning about the Los Angeles Times excessively targeting Arnie over the dodgy groping, etc., allegations, is being - one feels - disingenuous.
tho' i feel sorry for him over the NPR sniping at him, i agree that seems like a plain case of old-fashioned bias, and shouldn't be brooked.
it's sad, cause it gives opponents of the NPR (e.g., Republican lawmakers, conservative commentators, and so on) more ammunition for their arguments that its large subsidies should be cut, or perhaps even stopped completely.
don't want to alarm, but that would be sad.
~

the debate Matt and Marcello and the host were having over at the k-punk boards was interesting no?

ah, leave it to our kid to send a helpful email when one is o/s, keeping one up to date with the main topics of the day. to whit: =

1. IDS Speech today to the Tory Conference was very well written,
but delivered with all the style and panache of watching Paul Dickov
play football. Also unless everyone has forgotten, their campaign to
hold a national referendum on the new European Settlement is a tad
hypocritical, can't recall them holding one on Maastricht, Brussels
etc. or indeed anything whatsoever in 18years in charge.
2. The England football team are a bunch of tossers. Rio's excuse
that he 'forgot' his mandatory drugs test wouldn't hold water if he
was a 10year old boy with late homework. He should be punished (the
fact he is a rag is a bonus) and the whining overpaid twats should
shut up and get on with qualifying us for Euro 2004.

whilst on the subject of footy, does anyone know which Newcastle players it is alleged that are the alleged rapists, allegedly? my mate would tell me that 'everyone "knows" its Magpies' but refused to go into further detail in his most recent email, as he is a football journalist back in Mcr and "Big Brother" monitors what they send out, apparently, and so he didn't want to get in trouble (though he would say The Leeds guy who was arrested is Jody Morris, no danger there)__

much as i've been admiring, in isolation, the middle-class anomie tropes getting an airing over at k-punk, the rambler and those wonderfully controlled/superbly realised posts over at crumbling loaf that started this whole miniature seminar off, i can't help but let my own stupid paternalistic politics interfere in what should be an aesthetics-alone appreciation of great writing and insightful comment. therefore, almost spoiling my own enjoyment of it all.

but i do keep thinking of daily mail/daily express type 'attack on middle britain' puff pieces and all the negative stuff that goes alongside that that i'm sure we all would not wish kept popping up; i.e., the middle england nonsense.
if only we didn't let so many illegals in___
if only we chopped off burglars' hands___
if only our communities were not so mixed___

or whatever.
hey, i'm amplifying for absurd/dark comic effect, but that rubbish does not sit well with anyone with a brain, surely?

[i know that's not what Nick and Mark were writing about anyway, but nostalgic longings about some things/confused alienation with no easy end in sight, are some stuff always open to misuse by some set of numpties with an agenda aren't they]

oh, and finally, the guardian thinks more rock (in dance, etc., getting it into dance) is "the future".


hmm.

A lot of old people know Gullah language, 'cos that' all they've ever speaken all their life. But they feel like people look down on them now when they speak Gullah language...They feel like the young people take 'em for fun. They come and say: Why you speak so bad? See, I don't know what she talk about.
_Janey Hunter.

i suppose that, really, 'all you need to know' about the guardian top40 discussed below is that at the masthead, the guardian asserts that these days are currently the most "exciting" time for british music since Britpop.

{insert own comments here}

i saw Sting last night open-air in a city park. one of his singers was very good.
and the moon looked lovely, lambent in the sky bleh blah.
~
if you have a chicken burger in an american pub, and ask for the works, they bring you the works.

so the interlude is wondering about that guardian list of the 40 most influential pop artists in the uk today.

in a sense, you can't really (and i ain't about to) argue with it; it's the guardian, WYSIWYG. and although they headline it as greatest, they actually admit it's influence. it seems a fair list therefore.
see, i ain't even heard of selfish cunt, at no.40, which is embarrassing, hah.
otherwise, well, fallacy yeah, mr scruff is still popular cause a lot of 'non-dance fans' (in the parlance) goes to his nights, so there we go. joss stone is about to break big in the USA, so perhaps she will have a butterfly wings effect on girls that sound like her back in the UK, but can't get a deal.
to be fair, franz ferdinand, and especially lone pigeon - ack, betas claptrap! - should go away, and the topley-bird mercury nom was for an album that wasn't much cop.
hundred reasons are incredibly popular with ver kidz (i do still read rawwk zines from time to time), but clearly putting spiritualized in there these days is a bit daft. girls aloud, well, yadda, of late the stuff hasn't been much cop, 'no good advice' was rather mediocre wasn't it? hmm, i bought it, had it for about a day, then got rid of it. 'sound of the underground' was an ironic title i gather, as the moribund sound of that record wasn't particularly anything, much less underground. still, live and learn eh.
british sea power are another case of the ack! no's, but i suppose the cinematic orchestra are now in the cool cachet stakes again with their take on the Vertov sndtrk.
Rishi Rich hurrah in a tackily tokenistic way eh, Muse are good at being Muse, Richard X your carriage awaits, Belle and Sebastian just NO, Lemon Jelly foo's like 'nice weather for ducks', there are few more overrated indietronica types than Kieran Hebden i think Jon Dale and i can agree, Pet Shop Boys hurrah obviously (all the middle-aged homophobes where one works affected to 'go right off them' when they were told about the origins of the group's name), david holmes: hmm. there's something cheesy and almost a bit infuriating about how the decicedly rock end of the rock press jumped on that one album of his from a year or two ago that collabs with the like of bobby gillespie on it - oh, look, it's got rock attitood! super! sleazy and bit MC5 and the fugs meets deep soul. but as a dabbling DJ, holmes is the way forward, so fair enough.
broadcast and beth gibbons we should, well, they should both be over by now.
coldplay are a bit like a block of cheese in this here american supermarkets, then Ingram gets a deserved entry, goldfrapp and the jaxx and the 'babes hurrah, and it's valid to see the chemicals there cause even though they're shit and boring these days, it says influential not BEST at the top of the list (even though the html tagging means that in your browser at the top line it says "best"), you can't really complain about SFA, it'd be like kicking a puppy, dizzee ras and bowie side by side is a funny one, now, as absurd as it is to have the streets (as he would surely be the first to say himself) above dizzee on any list, the fact that the guardian are still deluding themselves [quote: "Mike Skinner pushed UK garage to a whole new level"] shows you what angle the guardian are coming from: the Dury/narrative traditions/cocktail of influences us older critics can enjoy, but especially the Specials, etc., trope; then there's the darkness, mis-teeq and blur. in varying degrees, i suppose those three are all english treasures, for one reason or another.
the roots manuva write up is a bit dodgy, i.e., 'he opened the door for the streets, dizzee rascal et. al.' hmmm?
the bottom four tell you all you need to know, it's an influence list, white rock will out, most people in the UK are white, i suspect that white rock is very popular (i don't know about statistics), at its core the guardian of alexis petridis (as a great deal of superior music writers could tell us) is still that paper, so it seems like an accurate snapshot of what the youth (who buy kerrang! and the nme in big numbers still, don't they?) are down with. so fair enough.
i will allow myself one truly editorialising comment herein, which is to note that what i've heard of the libertines - fa really, the odd TOTP appearance - i have not been impressed. still__

Tom here is interesting.
i'm going to allow a shabby 16 year old punk-rock 'zine type approach to slip in here, and say the reason why Petridis writes like he does in the piece is to show how down/trendy (see, malignant rocking 16 years olds write like this, i see their zines) he is with 'it'. it's clearly a non-event and Robin is clearly right, it doesn't merit comment.
that Petridis thinks it is still worth getting worked up about shows he is a bit silly.
remember, he's the buffoon who rightly got his arse kicked by Sherburne with his daft DANCE MUSIC IS SHIT AND DANCE IS DEAD column in the graun a few weeks back.
harrumph.

{throwaway local correspondents' post} :=
last night was spent at some Lakeview (vaguely chi-chi area half diverse eateries, half very attractive youngsters with money to burn) boozer, that had the pleasant surprise of Soul Jazz (your correspondent was all unashamedly 'hey, they're a London re-issue and comp. label o my rockular companions!!', thereby disowning their Osalunde releases and perpetuating that wrong-headed chestnut that JA. is all they hammer, o like playthings of the cruel gods are we eh) and old funk on the jukebox, plus some Brill Building Pop and the obligatory college rock.
some Noo Yoik pencil-tie outfit were first up, who looked like they were from Williamsburg (prejudiced? moi!), and indeed, they were (ho-ho).
they were sort of interesting when they stretched themselves out, but otherwise they plied a standard melodic Strokesian rock trope that is mined in richer seams elsewhere.
the other band were a lot better, some side-project of Sistermachinegun of Positron Recs' fame, kinda noisy and antic, rilly on point funky drummer.

interestingly, Stevie Winwood - the old gaffer of mine who was best mates with the sticksman from A Certain Ratio really liked him - has been playing in Chi-town of late, though i have been purposefully avoiding his reviews in favour of just sitting to the cool jazz standards soundtrack in fragrant neighbourhood caffs.

before i came to the Windy City Ingram briefed me on all his obscure house labels to look out for, but finding stuff is hard, i must say, for a neophyte.
i had to disappoint Red Rob by confessing the only local labels i was familiar with were the likes of Hefty and the ubiquitous Thrill Jockey (also the aforemention Positron of course).
it's odd, certain strata of the hipsterati in this city are rather too falling over themselves to congratulate their Chicago Underground Trio and Sea and Cake type-fare (a plague on that witlessly bad 'who stole the i walkman' from them there isotope 217 eh folks), to the extent that - for a place that has produced so much good blues (Elmore James one of my favourites here), jazz, and house, all these gifts just given to the world, just like that (and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, let's not forget them) - post-rock styled shenanigans seem to be the default fashionable option.

this is the town that's responsible for AACM people!
-and yet you get the impression people are so far up Tortoise's arse, that you imagine John McEntire is shitting out pitchfork readers whenever he goes for a dump_

mind you, the wire always likes this narrative of post-rock/free jazzers cross-pollination, so what do i know.

the radio station i keep bigging up is wont to play the big choons from the Mary J and Missy debut albums, so that's awright by me.
anyway, this best music in this town is always being heard at crosslights, on the Spanish language stations.

{with apologies to all concerned___}
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Adelaide Courier
+All the News that's Fit to Muck-Rake!
-LOCAL MAN PICKS FIGHT WITH ENTIRE INTERNET
__
Torrensville, SA; 6 October 2003
= Area man, and U of A employee, Jon Dale, Monday, stepped up to the plate, waded in, and then offered out the gaping maw that is the vast fastnesses of the information superhighway en entire.
Commentators are divided on the wisdom of Dale's bold move, and the efficacy of his methods.
Professor Simon Reynolds, a long-time correspondent of Dale's, told us - down a very bad line which he put down to New York Mayor Bloomberg's smoking ban in the city's bars - from his office in the Manhattan-based Greenwich Research Institute for Mass Ecstasies (GRIME), that "there's a feeling here that Jon may have, in a very real sense,
effected a paradigm shift. It's a very exciting time for the Adelaide Rock Scene Exegesis (AR** [nevermind - Ed.]), there's no doubt about it."
Dr. Philip Sherburne, of San Francisco's Bay Area Rapid Transit Musical Analysis Network (BARTMAN), another American peer of Dale's, reckons that "this is another shot across the broadsides of conventional canonical wisdom from the man Dale's usually searing pen, and I think it'll bear fruit".
Meanwhile though, some bloke in a pub in Brisbane sounded a note of caution telling your reporter that, whilst Noxagt's "Scando-rumblings have got me right excited mate", Brookyln outfit Oneida were "over-rated, perhaps as over-rated as the, er, opera house place in Sydney Harbour" and that he "never could stand any of the Japanese crews".
~

Last week, J.M. Coetzee, South African-born writer who teaches at the University of Chicago, was named winner of the 2003 prize. Nobel groupies may recall, however, that Chicago area residents had reason to celebrate the 2002 prize as well: The winner was Hungarian scribe Imre Kertesz, whose novels are published in English exclusively by Northwestern University Press.

And if Kertesz's experience is any guide, Coetzee's name soon will set bookstore employees scurrying.

"We've been really pleased" at the post-Nobel sales for Kertesz's work, says Donna Shear, director of the NU Press.

The press publishes "Fateless" (1992) and "Kaddish for a Child Not Born" (1997), the first and third volumes of Kertesz's trilogy about life in a concentration camp, a fictionalization of the author's own experiences in Auschwitz and Buchenwald, to which he was sent as a teenager. The second volume, "Fiasco," has not been translated into English.

Prior to the Nobel Prize, Shear reports, "Fateless" had sold approximately 300 hardback copies (at $68 a pop) and 3,600 paperback copies ($19.95). After the Swedish Academy's announcement, readers snapped up 800 hardback and 40,000 paperback copies.

speaking of the chi-town tribune, there are two good pieces in the editorials today.
i'll quote them below [cut and paste ahoy].

Only if you are a Democrat irretrievably committed to one of your party's first nine announced candidates for president does the following paragraph represent a devastating development:

A former military leader has announced that he's a member of your party--which many voters perceive to be wimpy on national security and military issues--and he wants to be your nominee for president. He doesn't have a bad resume: top of his class at West Point, Rhodes scholar, recipient of a Silver Star for bravery because of a Vietnam War incident in which AK-47 rounds ripped into his shoulder, hand, leg and hip. He's also a four-star general, speaks Russian and served as Supreme Allied Commander in Europe. And while his record is more that of an interventionist than of a peacenik, he presents himself, if somewhat ambiguously, as an opponent of the Iraq war that many Democrats opposed. The path ahead of him isn't exactly untrod: If he wins the nomination, he could become the 12th general to assume the presidency.

The package that is Gen. Wesley Clark would prove attractive to most parties searching for a ticket that could retake the White House. But not the Democrats of 2003. Instead, several of the party's other contenders have been fragging Clark--that's battlefield slang for intentionally wounding one's own officers--for two weeks, lobbing verbal grenades at the man who suddenly is the leader of the pack.

Eight days ago, Howard Dean, the former Vermont governor whose resume is a faster read than Clark's, served up this take on his new rival on CBS's "Face the Nation": "A good guy, very qualified, but he was a Republican until 25 days ago, and I think that's going to be hard to swallow for a lot of Democrats." Dean also has said that "the biggest problem [Clark] is going to have is convincing people he's a Democrat."

Clark brought some of this on himself by divulging that he had voted for Richard Nixon in 1972, Ronald Reagan in 1980 and 1984, and George Bush in 1988; he also disclosed, however, that he had voted for fellow Arkansan Bill Clinton in 1992 and 1996, and for Al Gore in 2000.

Some people would conclude that Clark is an independent thinker. Fellow Democratic candidate Sen. John Kerry of Massachusetts instead sniffed that while Clark "was voting for Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan, I was fighting against both of their policies." Sen. Joseph Lieberman of Connecticut, another Democratic contender, accused Clark of "working to forward the Republican agenda" by speaking at a GOP event in 2001. Clark has been reduced to asserting that his grandfather, "a Jewish lawyer in Chicago," was a delegate to the 1932 Democratic convention here.

A cynic would attribute the snippy reactions of other Democratic wannabes to the fact that Clark, having just wandered in from the cold, already leads The Other Nine in public opinion polls. There are many possible reasons for Clark's standing in the polls, but one of those possible reasons is that many Democrats evidently favor a candidate about whom they know next to nothing over nine candidates who have spent months (or years) trying desperately--and without success--to break into a lead.

Not that Clark should get a free walk to the nomination. His opinions on issues, and his plans for the nation he would lead, are open to question and attack. Biography isn't destiny; Gen. Douglas MacArthur was one of many leaders who discovered that Americans can be more interested in honoring a military hero than in asking him to bivouac at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

But Clark does deserve a chance to present himself to the nation before his jealous rivals rule him out of order because they disapprove of his political evolution. Republicans have been more, what's the word, permissive about their candidates' pasts. They welcomed Dwight Eisenhower as their presidential candidate in 1952 despite fears that he might be a closet Democrat. And in 1980 they rallied behind Ronald Reagan, who unarguably had been a Democrat.

What the attacks on Clark most starkly betray is other candidates' lack of trust in Democratic voters. Maybe those voters will conclude Clark would make a fine president; maybe they will conclude he's just a shameless opportunist--like many candidates of both major parties who've sought, and sometimes reached, the presidency.

But the loyal Democrats who show up for party caucuses and primaries are perfectly capable of deciding what they think about Clark's devotion (or lack thereof) to the party, without self-serving guidance from other Democratic candidates. And so what if Clark presents an unconventional answer to the question: "What, in 2003, does it mean to be a Democrat?" That's proven a tough issue for many members of the party to resolve. Are they part of a loose coalition of interest groups dedicated to their respective liberal causes? Or are they united by some singular philosophy--like that which launched Franklin Delano Roosevelt's New Deal--and if so, what is it?

How those dilemmas get resolved, more than any candidate's pedigree, stands to attract, or repel, the independent voters the Democratic candidate will need if he or she is to unseat George W. Bush in 13 months. As Joe Erwin, chairman of the South Carolina Democratic Party, told the Tribune last week: "You don't have to be born into this party. Voters will look at the person, judge his sincerity and his vision and decide if he's got what it takes to make that vision a reality."

Simple and true. If Democrats want to demand that only lifelong members can seek to represent them on election ballots, or if they demand loyalty oaths, well, that is their privilege. Imposing those rules might be onerous and foolhardy, but it also would be honest and fair. More honest and fair, certainly, than fragging a popular new candidate from behind. In some cases, far behind.

-and-

Brace yourself, New Hampshire. If the libertarians make good on a promise, 20,000 of them soon will be headed your way determined to transform you into a "free state."

No, not a state where everything is free, although that would surely be a powerful draw to citizens of the other 49. No, the libertarians have in mind a state that offers its citizens more liberty, smaller government and fewer laws. By libertarian standards, that's a free state.

New Hampshire beat out nine other states, all with small populations and libertarian leanings. The voting was organized by the Free State Project, a two-year-old libertarian Internet-based club that has already signed up more than 5,000 "liberty-oriented" people. Those first signers have pledged to move to New Hampshire once the project reaches its goal of 20,000.

The free-staters believe that an infusion of 20,000 libertarians into a state whose entire population (1.2 million) is less than half the size of Chicago will be enough to tip the balance.

Given New Hampshire's history, you'd think the balance wouldn't have to tip very far to become what the libertarians imagine as utopia. The Granite State has traditionally boasted low taxes, a lean state government, a citizen legislature and a constitution that guarantees the right to revolt and doesn't rule out secession. Its motto is "Live Free or Die."

That sounds pretty much like a siren song for libertarians, although if the state is going to insist on that, some might object. The Free State Project motto is "Liberty in Our Lifetime," a somewhat less impassioned position that leaves the "or else" to the imagination.

The libertarians might be on to something, though. Yes, New Hampshire is the "Live Free or Die" state, but its citizens have been waffling in recent years. George Bush beat Al Gore by just 7,211 votes there in the 2000 election. Bill Clinton won big in 1996.

So 20,000 libertarians just might be enough of a force to hold the balance of power.

If nothing else, they would just about cancel out the 22,188 New Hampshire citizens who voted for Ralph Nader in the presidential election.

Bring in the moving vans.

so i feel a bit guilty about approvingly quoting what was a slag off of Glass (even if he is a sacred cow and i agreed with it covertly heh-heh) so here's a handsome write up of a new one of his from today's chicago tribune (besides, david henry hwang rocks my world) in the interests of balance :=

Despite the many theaters and opera houses that have been clamoring for and presenting his music theater works for more than three decades, Philip Glass has retained a particularly close relationship with Court Theatre.

Indeed, for this prolific composer, University of Chicago alumnus and prodigal son, every homecoming has brought a new artistic departure - a different approach to the wondrous mystery of how music and storytelling conspire to create something that resonates beyond themselves.

The latest such work is "The Sound of a Voice," a two-part opera by Glass and librettist David Henry Hwang that settled into a monthlong run Saturday night at Court Theatre, where the Midwest premiere scored a quiet but decisive triumph. The opera kicked off the Court's 49th season in a splendid co-production with American Repertory Theatre in Cambridge, Mass., which gave the world premiere there in May.

Even more so than the composer's earlier music theater piece, "In the Penal Colony" (which Court premiered in 2000), "The Sound of a Voice" is visual and aural chamber music of Zen-like restraint, a delicate blurring of Asian and Western cultural sensibilities enhanced by the subtle poetry of Glass' score, the first music he has composed using non-Western instruments.

Using only four singing actors and four instrumentalists, director Robert Woodruff's exquisitely spare production exploits the intimacy of the Court's thrust stage to create music theater that is haunting in its sounds but even more moving in its silences. The theme of both operas is isolation and the often painful path men and women must travel to achieve intimacy and understanding in their romantic relationships. Hwang used ancient Japanese ghost stories as the departure for his text, which began life in the early '80s as a play. Through his language, as spare and telling as haiku, traditional Japanese archetypes speak with a modern social and psychological sensibility.

In the first, and stronger, of the two-character operas (also titled "The Sound of a Voice"), an aging samurai warrior (Herbert Perry) arrives at the home of a mysterious woman who lives alone in the forest (Suzan Hanson). She ostensibly befriends him and they develop a sexual longing for each other that, like that of another mythic pair, Wagner's Tristan and Isolde, can be fulfilled only in death. Much of the suspense hinges on ambiguity. Does the man wish to seduce the woman or kill her? Does she intend to hold him captive forever, like the flowers she cultivates?

In the second part, "Hotel of Dreams," an elderly writer (Herbert Perry's brother, Eugene Perry) visits a geisha house that allows men at their end of their lives to relive their youth -- or, rather, to remember what it means to remember. The brothel's protective madam (Janice Felty) encourages his plunge into dreams and fantasies before she enters them, which leads to a very Japanese spin on Wagner's Liebestod, in his Tristan and Isolde opera.

Glass' score trades in many of his familiar musical fingerprints -- pulsing ostinatos, repeating rhythms, short vocal lines based on simple melodic ideas treated in parlando, or conversational, style. As minimalist as Hwang's text, the music happily takes a back seat to the drama to which it is so tightly wedded. If the score breaks no new ground for Glass, the fine brush strokes of instrumental color lend texture and atmosphere to every scene, especially in the first opera.

Using such traditional Asian instruments as the pipa (a four-stringed lute fluidly played by the astonishing virtuosa Min Xiao-Fen), the flutelike shakuhachi and 16 different percussion instruments including various drums, woodblock, tom-toms, wind chimes, castanets and finger cymbals, Glass employs the Westernized equivalent of a Japanese noh or gagaku ensemble to create, in effect, a fifth character in the operas.

When Herbert Perry's warrior spied on Hanson's Hanako undressing, the mournful, circling flights of the flute mirrored his repressed desire for her. In the second opera, the splintery strumming of the pipa over the sustained cello and the glinting bells became an important dramatic catalyst as soon as the shakuhachi took flight.

All four singing actors sang strongly and brought their characters to life subtly but indelibly through Woodruff's brilliant direction; one was especially taken with Hanson's bright, pure singing. Alan Johnson drew a precise reading from an excellent pit band consisting of Chase Pamela Morrison, cello; Susan Gall, flutes; Tina Keitel, percussion; and Xiao-Fen, pipa. The handsome production is by Robert Israel (sets), Kasia Walicka Maimone (costumes) and Beverly Emmons (lighting) again proved that less is indeed more.

the wireless has just done a Chicago Cubs version of 'in da club/pub', and it was class/hilarious/winning (delete as appropriate)

agh, love luv luv marcuse

though, of course, it's important to be mindful of the words of SFJ discussing Bangs - via David Damaged - re.
The cynicism that permeates much rock criticism would annoy Bangs more than anything. You can see him now, grabbing a critic, shaking him and saying, "HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T A GOOD RECORD? JUST BECAUSE IT'S BAD DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO SLAG IT!"

hear hear, of course, if i'm being serious____

here's a snarky, funny and - frankly - quite reasonable, assessment of Glass' 'Koyaanisqatsi'.
largely a dull rehash of ideas
haha, i do love bitchy critics!

i'm surprised christopher booker has the time to go around denouncing the 1960s, unless this man is a different chap to the telegraph scribe.
otherwise i doff my cap to him, you would have thought he'd be too busy to be slagging off quicksilver messenger service and timothy leary because of all that watching-my-back he has to get in coz of BRUSSELS EURO-FASCISTS NINJA ASSASSINS OUT TO GET THE CRUSADERS FOR TRUTH, MAAN_

Wrigleyville goes NUTS

geez, the Gere/Willis remake of 'day of the jackal' sure is shit, huh?

can't really agree with that i'm afraid.

sure he was a bit of a misogynist shithead, and - as Germaine Greer once pointed out, with perhaps a tad more venom than strictly necessary - yer average male wanker (hey, i know i am...), but the whitsun weddings?

and the lawnmower remains one of my favourites quirkies of the last couple of years [guardian link]

P.S.
so the Iranian short season coming up here ain't too shabby either.
neither is the way the callers in this town rap in couplets about why their particular song request should be granted, to the exacting but jovial with it host.

what with Coetzee winning the Nobel lit. prize, the number of Nobels that his institution has is 75. pretty rockin'.
another reason to heart Chi-town at the moment is that, out of the 150 or so American cities passing resolutions against their government's Patriot Act, the largest city to do so is Chicago (bit of coverage about this in the local press at the mo, actually).

another reason to heart Chi-town is that the tribune is 50cents (what's that? about 35 p rite) on a friday, for which you get a (good) news section, a metro-chicago features section, a general state of local arts section, a sports section, a business section, a socialising and entertainment section, a movies section, a house and home section, the classifieds, and some eating section.
all for 50c!

not bad. mind you, out of the 14,000 american dailies, there's only about five actually worth checking to be fair (maybe the philly inquirer and atlanta journal-constitutions too, to be fair, for their names alone_).

i like this town.
hey!
there's also this rich, lush beauty.
%
if you think i'm doing a pretty decent job at the moment (unpaid, in my defence) of boosterism for the Illinois Tourist Board, just you wait til early next week y'all!
i'll have a pretty big one then, not quite TWANBOC sized or anything, but larger than my usual standard.
heh-heh.

god, i love him.

it's also good to see at part of the same website a Stephen Jay Gould (R.I.P.) one, and i didn't know this but Gould was one of the attackers of Charles Murray's the bell curve book.
of course a lot of people wanted to noisily defend that book too, and its not surprising, perhaps, that a cursory googling shows that it's the likes of the AEI that were Murray's staunchest defenders.
don't get me wrong, of course :-
"limited government, private enterprise, vital cultural and political institutions, and a strong foreign policy and national defense" all sound fair enough (although how limited a government is *the* crucial issue at such liberal thinktanks eh?), but why is it that it's the (stereotypically) 'right'-leaning types that were bigging him up?

bizarre.
can't unravel that one.

TTFN.

they're playing 'waterfalls' on t'wireless.

woo!

TURN IT UP.

i think it's kind of cool or something that Simon at silverdollarcircle mentions GA Cohen because that fascinating Chris Hitchens piece that RFN referred you to mentions Cohen.

i always found Cohen interesting reading and once at university saw him give a fascinating guest lecture, provocatively entitled 'If you are an egalitarian, how come you are so rich?'.
his smirk on the advertising poster was a joy to behold, definitely looked like a man who'd had his sausage and egg barm with just the right amount of red sauce that morning (speaking in the abstract, perhaps he would prefer porridge, i dunno).

Travis Bickle's dad was a Hofmann fan := how cool is that?

that latest Outkast single is wicked.
it sounds really good when sandwiched between Sean Paul and - thrillingly! - early TLC.
the only problem is they won't play the Jaxx and Dizzee one.
they do play a lot of Elephant Man though (it's like listening to Goldfinger back on the Beeb; it's also good that - admittedly its one of the biggest cities, but it's not New York and it's inland miles from the Carib. - Chicago appears to be bigging up JA. schtuff), which is good. it's quite gratifying after a long time reading all the American-based bloggers celebrating that the USA is finally starting to 'fess up to its Yard influences in a public manner, to just be able to plain hear it for your own aural pleasure.
good stuff.

Reynolds quite right to protest the theme not being included - that's one of the greats that is. like the mariachi in 'ring of fire'; a lovely sounddd.

that strikingly fine new blog he's nicein' up with his own views on broken beats coming thru tho' : clearly i'm a dyed-in-the-wool provincial, but it's quite exciting to see someone discussing that at all. from my seat, i honestly thought/do still think/etc. that that scene entirely went belly-up aaages ago.
what's the gen there (it's not like i ever knew anything about it anyways)?

i need to go here to send e-cards to peeps who send me mad luv by linking me up. one day i'll have a sidebar (how the fuk d'ya do it?!?) and link many fine types, you'll see.

i quite enjoy Luke's latest one today, about Curtis Stigers and the like. i've missed his flights of fancy where things happen with famous people - discovering politicians diaries, cocktails shoots and turkey flushes with Diana Ross, that sort of thing.

hah - good points about MOJO's tek coverage there. heh-heh.
MOJO is alright, something like that that is willing to cover that much (admittedly the sanitised 'World' end on the whole) world music, jazz, roots stuff, etc., can't be all bad of course, but its general rawwkism thingy is, well___

nice blog

right, i'm off.

the following have no hyperlinks, APART from the item at the end.:-

one interesting thing: libertarians planning to turn New Hampshire into an "anarchist" (words of a local Democrat) state, by persuading many thousands of Americans of true libertarian bent to move there. then see if, ahem, they can't fuck shit up, etc. Presumably
the NH state motto is Live Free or Die.
[source: Chicago Tribune main section 2nd October 2003.]

one good thing: Gay partners line up for enrollment 71 couples get certificates at the Cook County Building on the first day of the domestic partnership registry {headline}
[source: Chicago Tribune Metro section, ibid date.]

three (?!) good cartoons [source noted in advance: all Chicago Tribune Tempo section, ibid date.] Sherman's Lagoon is a good cartoon incidentally. it seems to concern a polar bear, a turtle, and a crab, who appear to have a series of picaresque adventures whilst yapping in the manner of salty San Diego longshoreforemen about the journey.

Doonesbury
+Two voices, unknown persons, discussing matters, ornate building (somewhere in the eastern USA)?
-"Sir, another problem is that Clark has the moral authority to challenge us on everything we've been hiding: from the 9/11 investigation to Dick's energy meetings... ...to the Patriot Act to our pretexts for war. Clark could turn into a one-man Truth Commission, worse than the one in Peru!"
_'Whoa...I don't like the sound of that.'
-"No, sir."
_'Could we invade Peru?'
-"Okay, let's back up..."

Shoe
Shoe is sat at the counter, supping a coffee. another is chatting with him.
Shoe: My doctor said I should cut out all starches.
other chap: No kidding? Does your dry cleaner know about this?

Don
New Guy: I love golf. Golfing is fun. It's a good day to golf. Do you want to go golfing in the rain tomorrow at 6 am?
Wally: No thanks. I have plans to sandpaper my entire body and roll around in salt.
New Guy: I hope no one ever creates a scoring system for that.

and so, finally,

the woman who has published one of the finest collections of short stories to have emerged from the USA in recent years is about to drop her second book [website], at least according to something read in the av club yesterday.

good stuff, then

although i want to go out with my disposable camera and take a few charmingly badly-shot photos of the world's most beautiful city in the modern architectural sense, i am instead inside the lovely companion's flat, listening to a sparkling local hip-hop/r'n'b/bashment station, reading old copies of the (excellent centre-right broadsheet, with superlative arts and culture and local coverage, and good food and driving and business supplements) chicago tribune, because i am not minded to go out in this steady h2o that is drizzling over everything in Chicagoland.

so i instead am amazed i didn't catch this particular one at the time.
Marcello is right, of course.
and the thing about Freedland, from this perspective, is that - unlike a great deal/good number of other columnists i pay attention to, who were similarly opposed__ - his anti-Iraq war columns always seemed to be devoid of reasons to hang your hat on;
just plain fairly badly done.
which, for a man with his reputation, was pretty poor.
odious would be unfair and too strong a word for what i'm feeling about the column MC flagged up, but it's a badly written stinker, no doubts about that.

no disrespect to Angus (for once!) but the Rambler thing i wanted to second was Tim getting excited about the World Cup in Aus.

also, aussie rules and gaelic footy are both better than gridiron - give or take the romance of the Packers history, and a lingering personal fondness for the Saints.

seconded.
~
freaky trigger's new non-rockist fandom world o' sport sounds intriguing. i've always been a fairly tedious 'real' fan, alas, although of course of the fluffy non-violent variety.
there is an interest i get when i chat to league fans and they are fascinated to be chatting to a non-league fan; someone eloquent could write a pretty involved essay about the 'moral' superiority (sic) of the non-league fan in the UK and this could reflect back to some of the sorts of things that freaky trigger are discussing, that strange narrative that insists non-league fans are, or can be, superior (the real footy fan trope, etc.) which is of course wrong; it's bizarre.
is it some supposedly 'peculiarly British thing' (sic)??
underdog theories, celebrating mediocrity, i don't know.

it's interesting being in Chicago as the Cubs have made the divisional series (a rarity for them, they last won the World Series about 95 years ago i think; Man City have won a European trophy more recently than that!). it's so that even the usually sober local broadsheet is given over to cliched analyses of the Cubs appeal being at least partly grounded in their "lovable losers" appearance, which is - admittedly - a (seemingly) widely-held perspective.
~
sports we like
i love boxing and Thai kick-boxing and most athletic endeavour, especially endurance cycling and middle and long distance running, and i like snooker and kabaddi and extreme sports, and i like basketball and i'm falling for the metaphor of baseball, and i like the iconography of ice hockey and gridiron, but my favourite team sports remain (and will presumably always be) football, cricket, and rugby (particularly union, but do like both Salford and Warrington a lot in league).
sorry Cubs (though i am falling for you, i think)!

interesting Rush comment

i just republished my blog in full and thankfully the archives that had been playing up (especially August) seem to be there now, so good.

WGCI are playing 'so fresh, so clean'.

yay!

this announcement makes most sense for Reynolds i guess, given that he and Joy are sometimes colleagues of the man

but i am really really HEARTING Joshua Clover's stuff these days.../

They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety
deserve neither liberty nor safety.
___Ben Franklin.

i've avoided commenting on this for a few days now mainly because i don't know anything about Joplin (my own reading in this area has solely stretched to a few [literally, just a coupla ones ja] dry musicology books on ragtime from academic libraries and feverishly confused and largely illegible notebooks, now weighed un-openable by the tons of dust gathered on their fronts, cowering under my childhood bed) and the times i've discussed ragtime with mates they have been incredibly informed because the only mates i've ever discussed ragtime with are actual conservatory students who know about ragtime and normally prefer Prokofiev to Stravinsky to boot and chide me for looking at Joplin whilst not putting in the effort at musty old archives to find out about other names in favour of his populist thrust {ragtime hipsters truss' me truss' me heh-heh} (?!) yadda yadda etc., but (there's ALWAYS a but huh? god, this is book is so open you can see the turnings miles in advance...)-

Joplin is Scott Joplin, i mean come on, Peter is right there, no need for SR to feel shame,

bloody hell, a history of popular song would (IF it had its head screwed on rite_) have Scott Joplin in spades and SY rather, er, -not-__

P.S.
sorry Jon. i'll get with no-wave in general never fear dear heart.

one, two excellent pieces from Jason Soon.
i took the flutterby quiz and got +=

"Your Moralising Quotient is: 0.07.

Your Interference Factor is: 0.00.

Your Universalising Factor is: 0.00."
so that was that.
__

a moment of epiphany, almost

sat in beans and bagels (quirky, hip, and vital coffeehouse indie) on w. montrose, drinking a soy-latte this morning, reading the chi-town edition of the onion, and there was a very good appraisal of someone like mogwai from andy battaglia in the AV club (nathan rabin's review of the new outkasts is better than my previous favourites on the subject, which had been Marcello and amg; his is clipped and just nicely done_).
then i thought, HEY?!
THE andy battaglia!
kewl.
and it was good.

'in this world' is just coming out in the USA, i gather; the av club gave it a good review, but it wasn't as gushing as any UK review would have the right to be, context is all, it is about kids getting to the UK after all, but it was still good to see it getting mad love in chicago, in the usa, across the pond, it's very nice faberge that.
it will definitely be in my fillumic lists come years-end, guarantee it.

somedisco opens its mouth, speaks aloud for first (and only) time on the subject of fox news

>crowds gather, open-mouthed, at power of rhetoric, mastery of logic

-dissenters in bread-starved mob mutter darkly at absurd pomposity of somedisco's wearying third-person referrals

= TBH, i really don't have much of a problem with this. i guess that makes me (quite apart from all this distastefully solipsistic use of the first-person pronoun in what is supposed to be a fairly unhomepage-like blog...) one of these useless centrist[-social/mixed_classical-]liberals that is actually of more help to evil rightists (etc.) than those committed left-liberals who fight against fox's (boo! hiss!) supposed conservative biases every step of the way. blahblah.

bill o'reilly, i do like him. you can say the standard critical line that his show is actually the biggest spin zone on the telly, which is accurate to be reasonable (he's the only interviewer i've ever seen on the tv that likes to speak more than his guests as he appears to have a mania about getting the last word in), means that his show is invalidated, and as a product of a privileged catholic upbringing viewers (to be balanced, let's link to here from FAIR at this point in time {they're also hauling up this one from their archives, which of course seems timely and prescient at the moment) should be aware how his background informs his views.
etc.
but he's amusing with it, and i forgive him anything (even a shocking and horrible almost and basically downright vile appraisal of Haitian economic migrants i saw last winter on Fox with a couple of guests who were - with varying degrees of success - arguing with Billy) because i saw him do a feature on dogging in London's parks last night and he didn't condemn it or anything (though he did have some fucking boring family values woman from Albion moaning about it) and he wrapped it up by noting that over in "merrie old england they're having a merrie old time".
so basically i'll continue to be complacent and regard him with a benevolent feeling of post sub/soup stretched stomach contentment (snoozing by the fire in a dry and cold Wyoming) because he can always be argued down in any moments when it matters and you remember it's serious again.
but he's great, i'm a fan, i like him.
YAH.

the only problem i rilly have with Fox is with most of the other broadcasters i've seen (especially the seemingly identikit blonde white women that anchor the morning shows; i often catch it between about 6:30 and 7ish when they are perhaps at their shrillest, and certainly most Colgate pearly-whitest SHINY!!) .
these women ARE stupid (the bigot writes, condemning people he's never met; i AM mean).
their guests are uninformed foos'.
like, on the whole (no research to back these horrible assertions up here; you'll just have to trust me, hah!)...

....it is testament to their startling buffoonery that discussions about the war in Iraq (which i supported from before it started within myownhead because i am an evil cunt apparently and very foolish although with all due respect to the wondrous Taylor Parkes {weren’t we supposed to have been ‘naïve’ or some shit, those of us who’d READ EXTENSIVELY ON AMERICAN FOREIGN POLICY, GLOBALISM & THE MIDDLE EAST, compared to people who kept saying “huh huh huh, you don’t understand, Saddam Hussein is an…evil…man” like they were lecturing backwards free-dinners kids? When WE were the only ones complaining in the scary 80s as The West Inc. was it just anti-war types that ever did that? hmm__and i wouldn't claim to be an international relations student or anything, but i read, yunno, a bit and my degree is in politics...sorry self-absorbed trumpet blowing here i do apologise folks) have one shouting the anti-war view at the tv, because they, ack, do everything so very hawkishly and with a lack of care or no grasp of nuance, etc., etc.

so Fox in general is full of careless items that could become dangerous in the most vigorously wrong hands and so to be decent in that viewpoint alone, sure it's a bit dodgy, but no one appears to have any love for Murdoch these days do they, so it's a bit of a straw man (or whatever), so leave it alone i guess.

there, that will do.
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wow

Dario Fo's good obviously, and i do like Naipaul.

a funny thing about Naipaul - and a good thing round this way - is how he annoys prissy left-wingers who like to discuss post-colonial identities, etc. astonishing to think i typed this.

i suppose that's alright~

the latest one is okay, with Costello the lecturer or whatever, and his general ouevre has been one of a fairly clear-eyed rigour.
he illuminates dark things well.
definitely there's genuine cohesive merit in that narrative that likes to bracket him and the likes of Nadine Gordimer together (the one that says oh a select band of South Africans questioning where they are, etc.).
the last Nobel lit. winner i really adored was Saramago.

oh, and hah.

oh, finally, hasn't it been admirable to see even the musical corners of this here nerdosphere eloquently marking the sad passing of the noble Edward Said?

truly, one of the greats.

R.I.P.

nothing to say for now really, but did just want to observe that this is fantastic, easily the best commercial station i've ever heard (the Chi-town KISS is pretty useful, incidentally, as are most of the NPR type channels, and pretty much anything being conducted in Polish).
drive time host Sam Sylk is fantastic, and wickedly funny.
one of the things i like so much about it is it isn't just a typically straitjacketed nu-r'n'b fare type show.
back in England for instance, Galaxy - rnb all the way to hear its jingles -(which alongside the local Key 103 is just about the only decent modern pop etc. commercial station you can get in mcr) plays yer Cam'rons, Beyonces, Monicas, and Lumidees.
which is fine, but there's not much else.
this plays all that, plus loads of heroically weird soul (imo), and mixes things up in a bashment messy style.
s'true, there'll be playing cut-ups of various Sean Paul stuff and then some (g)ruff ragga toaster type comes in and starts waxing over the top.
also, they just cut stuff into other stuff, it's like bizarre (and charming) rudimentary mixing for no purpose other than to showcase the fertile imagination of whichever nutter happens to be trading insults with the seriously madcap/Popeyes/cornbread callers in, who insist on phoning up with slogans for this, that, n't'other, and affirming just how broke they are in witty and often incredibly inventive hip-hop stylee couplets.
WOJO is very good indeed also.
anyway, they're both a lot better than the incomprehensibly popular WXRT.
this WGCI place rocks, in short.

clearly i've arrived in the House of Illin' at about the right time.

more so, if the multi-tasking Texan Kerry Wood can power the Cubs to victory against the Braves in A-Town tonight, as he did yesterday.