Liverpool shirt sponsor in 'robust talks' with club over Luis Suárez
Said it yesterday and I will say it again today - Suárez HAS to go...
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Wednesday, 15 February 2012
P.I.L. - One Drop
As promised, the first new Public Image Ltd. song in 20 years — a lilting, almost dub-ska track called “One Drop” — received its worldwide debut today via Steve Lamacq’s afternoon show on BBC’s 6 Music. You can stream the track, with the DJ’s intro and outro, via the player above. The song will be released on a vinyl EP as part of Record Store Day on April 21 in advance of the release of the full-length This Is PiL in May or June. Check out full details on the first new PiL music since 1992′s That What Is Not right here.
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(Thanx Paul!)
Joy Division and New Order master tapes turn up in old bank vault
The new restaurant, which is being built in a former branch of the Midland bank, was being excavated when the tapes were found, alongside guns, gold and jewellery. The total value of the haul is £1.1 million, reports Holy Moly. Oliver has since given everything found in the basement to the treasury.
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UPDATE:
Peter Hook says (in 2008):Yeah, it was quite a strange situation, actually. When Factory went bankrupt, [Joy Division/New Order manager] Rob Gretton had his hands on a lot of New Order's live stuff, and a lot of film stuff. And it turns out, he put it in this vault to protect it [laughs] from the official receiver, I think. What happened was that the bank lost the record and didn't bill us for this vault. So when Rob died, he took the memory of the vault with him and nobody knew it existed.
Very recently, the lease has come up on the building, so the bank has had to move. So they had to track down the people who had these vaults, then realized that they hadn't been billing anybody, so they let us all off, which was quite nice. But we got our hands back on all this wonderful stuff which we thought had disappeared-- like a full stereo recording of the Tenth Summer Festival that we did with the Smiths. We were told those tapes had been destroyed!
There were about 200 New Order live tapes of mine that had been in storage since 1990 that I had forgotten about. I even found the original master tapes of [Joy Division's debut EP] An Ideal for Living. It's freaky, you know? To get your hands on that after all those years and see your writing on them is unbelievable. The thing is, we don't know what the hell to do with it [laughs]. But it was wonderful to get it back.?"
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(Thanx Iain!)
UPDATE2
The Greatest Love of All
(Anonymous guest post)
The Greatest Love of All ... is self-delusion in many cases. Back in the mid-80s, a lot of American parents were looking for easy answers to the complex problems of life. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll were FAR too messy and dangerous for the narratives that Nancy Reagan's "just say no" army was telling itself. Conservatives wanted to believe that we now lived in a post-racial society, and that any problems with race or class were due to inherent laziness or criminality (like Reagan's famous comment about "welfare queens"). "Just look at the Cosby show," they'd say. "Blacks are successful and upper-middle class now, so we can stop talking about racism." They bought into all the surface sheen and the bright, flashy colours and kinetic videos on MTV with kids bopping their heads to the great pop music of Michael Jackson and Madonna. Whitney Houston represented everything that was successful and happy and MORNING IN AMERICA Reagan-approved. Her song about loving yourself was held up as an ode to drug-free living and self-determination. When in contrast to these wonderful cultural things happening all around them in this wonderfully post-racial, post-class, post-drug utopia that surely we were all moving inexorably towards, many American children were beginning to experiment with cannabis and rejecting the joys of family and bright sunny attitudes and stable, unflashy all-American jobs that were helping us defeat the Godless Soviets. Drugs and art were messy, dangerous and corrosive to the American family dream! They led to sex and dissatisfaction; to differentiation and rejection. As long as Whitney Houston could get on stage and tell them everything they wanted to hear, they were unable and unwilling to dig beneath the surface, to see the turbulence and violence that swirled beneath the sheen of the technicolor 808 thump. It created a schism within them between what was real and what was experienced. And anything that challenged the authority of their comfortable illusion was suspect. They were on the wrong side of history. People think that the Reagan America won the cold war, but nothing could have been further from the truth. While Nero's fiddle played, AIDS devastated the gay community, civil rights victories were rolled back, corporate savings and loans looted the treasury, and illegally funded wars devastated entire countries. It is hard to look unflinchingly at the shadow side of humanity, and escapes are seductive. They are also temporary, and you will always wake up the next morning to deal with the fall-out until you just don't wake up. Today Whitney Houston is not here to wake up and deal with it any longer. I believe the illusion that she had to partake of at various times in her career was a more destructive force than any of the drugs. She put a pretty face and a beautiful voice on top of a diabetic coma inducing, media-deployed hypnotic drug. And most Americans wanted to drink this Kool-Aid. Only the real, the lived, the messy accidents and near-misses of being fully alive can pull you through. Everything else is sleep-walking.
The Greatest Love of All ... is self-delusion in many cases. Back in the mid-80s, a lot of American parents were looking for easy answers to the complex problems of life. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll were FAR too messy and dangerous for the narratives that Nancy Reagan's "just say no" army was telling itself. Conservatives wanted to believe that we now lived in a post-racial society, and that any problems with race or class were due to inherent laziness or criminality (like Reagan's famous comment about "welfare queens"). "Just look at the Cosby show," they'd say. "Blacks are successful and upper-middle class now, so we can stop talking about racism." They bought into all the surface sheen and the bright, flashy colours and kinetic videos on MTV with kids bopping their heads to the great pop music of Michael Jackson and Madonna. Whitney Houston represented everything that was successful and happy and MORNING IN AMERICA Reagan-approved. Her song about loving yourself was held up as an ode to drug-free living and self-determination. When in contrast to these wonderful cultural things happening all around them in this wonderfully post-racial, post-class, post-drug utopia that surely we were all moving inexorably towards, many American children were beginning to experiment with cannabis and rejecting the joys of family and bright sunny attitudes and stable, unflashy all-American jobs that were helping us defeat the Godless Soviets. Drugs and art were messy, dangerous and corrosive to the American family dream! They led to sex and dissatisfaction; to differentiation and rejection. As long as Whitney Houston could get on stage and tell them everything they wanted to hear, they were unable and unwilling to dig beneath the surface, to see the turbulence and violence that swirled beneath the sheen of the technicolor 808 thump. It created a schism within them between what was real and what was experienced. And anything that challenged the authority of their comfortable illusion was suspect. They were on the wrong side of history. People think that the Reagan America won the cold war, but nothing could have been further from the truth. While Nero's fiddle played, AIDS devastated the gay community, civil rights victories were rolled back, corporate savings and loans looted the treasury, and illegally funded wars devastated entire countries. It is hard to look unflinchingly at the shadow side of humanity, and escapes are seductive. They are also temporary, and you will always wake up the next morning to deal with the fall-out until you just don't wake up. Today Whitney Houston is not here to wake up and deal with it any longer. I believe the illusion that she had to partake of at various times in her career was a more destructive force than any of the drugs. She put a pretty face and a beautiful voice on top of a diabetic coma inducing, media-deployed hypnotic drug. And most Americans wanted to drink this Kool-Aid. Only the real, the lived, the messy accidents and near-misses of being fully alive can pull you through. Everything else is sleep-walking.
DJ Spooky presents Vertov Enthusiasm: Sinfonia Donbassa (beta)
A rescore of Dziga Vertov's first sound film.
Funnily enough (still) not fan of Scientology myself (religion my arse!)
Operation Clambake
I've posted this before and will post it again I am sure. If you are thinking of getting involved with this cult then believe me the info contained in the graphic above will save you thousands and thousands of dollars...
In fairness here is the Scientologist's response to the above programme...
Make up your own mind...
Know which I believe!
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