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Syd Barrett Painting Stolen from Shoreditch Gallery

From BBC6, via the Twitter account of Jim Fusilli, the Wall Street Journal’s pop critic:
Syd Barrett painting was stolen from a gallery on Sat. There’s a reward…
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The Smell of Ecstasy

REpost: 'Grutzi Elvis'

James Chance by Bazooka

James Chance and the late Anya Phillips.

James Chance & The Pill Factory with 'That's When Your Heartaches Begin' (EP)
You can get it
HERE

Crimestoppers - A message from BRMC

STOLEN GUITARS - GREAT NEWS:
Back in January of 2010 we reported that there was a break in at one of BRMC's storage lockers and all of Michel Been's vintage guitars and keep-sakes were stolen. We are thrilled to report that over a year later, almost all the stolen items have been recovered!

A fan of BRMC and The Call noticed one of the guitars for sale on eBay that turned out to be Michael's signature Ampeg Fretless Bass and through that information and with the aid of the LAPD and some other helpful sources, all the stolen instruments have been returned and the prime suspect apprehended.

The band would like to thank everyone out there that helped scour the internet and spread the word of this theft and are so appreciative that these items have made it home.

If it hadn't been for all of you, these instruments would've probably been lost forever.

AAAH! - A happy ending, just what this blog needs...

♪♫ Linton Kwesi Johnson: The Great Insurrection

(Thanx Dray!)

Brixton Uprising 1981

♪♫ Patti Smith - Horses/Hey Joe (OGWT 1976)

In my head I remember watching this on a cold Autumn Glasgow night w/ my old man back in the day...He fugn HATED this. "Whywouldahwimmenwannabeahman?" etcfugnetc.
As a very insecure 16 year old my world was NEVER the same again...
the power of rock'n'roll eh?
Of course the truth of the matter was that HE was much more scared of Ms Smith than I was!

Home Is Where the Hatred Is

A junkie walking through the twilight
    I'm on my way home
    I left three days ago, but no one seems to know i'm gone
    Home is where the hatred is
    Home is filled with pain and it,
    Might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again

    Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
    Hang on to your rosary beads
    Close your eyes to watch me die
    You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
    God, but did you ever try
    To turn your sick soul inside out
    So that the world, so that the world
    Can watch you die

    Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
    Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
    Home is where the needle marks
    Try to heal my broken heart
    And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again
    Home again
    Home again
    Home again
    Kick it, quit it
    Kick it, quit it
    Kick it, quit it
    Kick it, can't go home again
HERE
(Contains versions by Gil Scott-Heron, Esther Phillips and Anita Lane)