Ian Dury on Vauxhall Bridge Road

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Bill Bruford on Chris Squire's passing

Really saddened to hear of the death of my old Yes band-mate, Chris Squire. I shall remember him fondly; one of the twin rocks upon which Yes was founded and, I believe, the only member to have been present and correct, Rickenbacker at the ready, on every tour. He and I had a working relationship built around our differences. Despite, or perhaps because of, the old chestnut about creative tension, it seemed, strangely, to work.
He had an approach that contrasted sharply with the somewhat monotonic, immobile bass parts of today. His lines were important; counter-melodic structural components that you were as likely to go away humming as the top line melody; little stand-alone works of art in themselves. Whenever I think of him, which is not infrequently, I think of the over-driven fuzz of the sinewy staccato hits in Close to the Edge (6’04” and on) or a couple of minutes later where he sounds like a tuba (8’.00”). While he may have taken a while to arrive at the finished article, it was always worth waiting for. And then he would sing a different part on top.
An individualist in an age when it was possible to establish individuality, Chris fearlessly staked out a whole protectorate of bass playing in which he was lord and master. I suspect he knew not only that he gave millions of people pleasure with his music, but also that he was fortunate to be able to do so. I offer sincere condolences to his family.
Adios, partner. Bill
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The photo is 1971, somewhere in Italy. L-R Steve Howe, Jon Anderson, Bill, Chris

Wayne Kramer Lecture - On MC5 and the Evolution of Pop Music

We’re Old and We are Fucking Angry: Haunted by Post Post-Punk

Watching My Name Go By (NYC Graffiti 1976)

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Hatfield & The North w/ Robert Wyatt - Live @Studio ORTF des Buttes-Chaumont, Paris (2/1/73)

Jamie Reid's response to a Guardian article on the new Virgin Sex Pistols credit card

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Guilty (of a flashback to May 1977 in Glasgow)

Maybe about eight  or nine years ago an air freighted issue of Uncut magazine arrived at my house. Which was strange in itself though stranger still was the fact that it had been sent by my sister over in Scotland. I started reading it and it was only when I got to the very back of the mag that I realised why I had been sent it. In that particular issue Allan Jones's 'Stop Me If You've Heard This Before' column was revisiting the weekend in May 1977 that New York punk hit Glasgow. 
At the local university on the Saturday night The Ramones were playing supported by Talking Heads and then the following night Television and Blondie played at The Apollo.
The only band that had set foot in Britain previous to this was The Ramones and this was also the first night of the Television tour.

Anyway Allan had been dispatched north by the Melody Maker to cover these gigs and I actually met him early on the Saturday morning just walking down Renfrew Street. As you can imagine it was a great weekend and a few adventures took place, some gaps of which were filled in for me some 35 years later by my compatriot in crime that weekend, Alan, who went on to write for the NME as Tommy Udo, after we got in touch again through Facebook. An example being that I had completely forgotten that after going to The Ramones/Talking Heads soundcheck we met Joey's brother Mickey, who was working as their roadie and we headed back to their hotel for refreshments before setting off for the gig at night.
I was needless to say completely gobsmacked that the following issue of MM had numerous words that apparently had come out of my mouth. I speak here as someone who can talk a load of crap at the best of time but after indulging in powders I can even amaze myself with the shite I utter.

Flashing forward to the twenty first century and to be honest I am in a complete state of shock and awe reliving that amazing weekend through Allan's words but after recovering I decide to call out my two sons to the porch (who it must be pointed out are then both older than the seventeen years old self that I have just been reading about.)
So I read Allan's article out to them as I relive that glorious weekend in my head once more and after finishing it I say to them that it is amazing, as I feel that 'I haven't changed in one bit in all these years' to which my kids reply, almost in unison that 'that is bloody tragic dad.'
I had to laugh!

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WTF with Marc Maron: President Obama

'Racism, we are not cured of it. And it's not just a matter of it not being polite to say nigger in public. That's not the measure of whether racism still exists or not. It's not just a matter of overt discrimination. Societies don't, overnight, completely, erase everything that happened two to 300 years prior.'

Boris - Live @Boiler Room Tokyo (25/8/14)

Heavy, Heavier, Heaviest: A Beginner’s Guide To Doom-Drone

Blixa Bargeld in 'Come To The Point'

Tav Falco's Panther Burns - Live @Westgarth SC, Middlesbrough (15/06/15)

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Crass: Semi Detached (Gee Vaucher films 1978 - 1984)

Semi Detached is a collection of films made by Gee Vaucher, founding Crass member and the artist behind almost all their graphics (except the logo itself, which was done by Dave King). These six original videos were created for Crass and used as part of all their shows from 1978-1984. Using a VHS video camera, Vaucher created video collages by recording from black and white television with two video machines
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Lou Reed smokes a cigarette (Ronn Sutton 1984)

Genesis and Cosey Force It

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