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Thursday, 27 January 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Sidi Touré & Friends - Sahel Folk (Albumstream)
1. Bon Koum
2. Adema
3. Djarii Ber
4. Bera Nay Wassa
5. Sïnji
6. Taray Kongo
7. Haallah
8. Wayey Zarrabo
9. Artiatanat
Singer-songwriter Sidi Toure’s smooth, resonant voice and insistent, steady-rolling guitar offer a warm and intimate version of acoustic Malian music. Sahel Folk captures Toure in the Niger River city of Gao, playing and singing in relaxed, elegant colloquy with an ensemble of fellow travelers. Like Malian blues progenitor Ali Farka Toure, Sidi Toure has fashioned a very personal style and expression that gathers elements from life experience and traditional song and story.
On these particular sessions, the voices and stringed instruments -- acoustic guitars; kurbu, kuntigui -- of his friends are at the heart of a graceful and subtly-changing weave and flow, creating a musical experience that moves through satisfyingly variegated terrain.
The clarity and precision of the guitar lines is often breathtaking. It’s Malian string heaven as the string players ebb and flow, entrain, or change mood and tempo on a dime. Ringing, stinging, bent-bluesy, and hard-pulled guitar notes push to the fore at times, as do the rippling, fast-plucked patterns and pulses of the traditional instruments.
The singers cover varied terrain as well, with voices smooth, soaring, rough and hard, passing words and melodies back and forth. What might be most appealing about this clear and intimate recording is the way it captures not only a wide variety of textures, moods and voices, but also the musicians’ comfortable -- and nonetheless passionate -- virtuosity and elegance of expression.
(Kevin Macneil Brown - Dusted)
ALBUMSTREAM
Johnny Cash - I Walk The Line Live
1. Folsom Prison Blues 2. Big River 3. Five Feet High & Risin' 4. Cry, Cry, Cry 5. I Walk The Line 6. The Orange Blossom Special 7. Ring Of Fire 8. Jackson 9. The Man In Black 10. A Boy Named Sue 11. Sunday Morning Coming Down 12. If I Were A Carpenter 13. Daddy Sang Bass 14. A Bird On A Wire
Sir Les Patterson celebrates Australia Day
I have grown to be a bit of an icon, a symbol and a role model, but that's what you have made me, so I've got a huge responsibility. And in case you haven't noticed, I have resisted all efforts to put me on a pedestal, even though I'm sitting on one now as I write this thoughtful composition.
I've also resisted an enormous amount of pressure to put me on the stamps and the money because grandiosity has never been my thing and I have seen many a fellow politician, man of the people or captain of industry come to grief from being, quite frankly, up himself.
There's an old Asian saying which, roughly translated, says: "The higher the monkey climbs, the more you can see of its arse."
What a sensitive analysis that is of the politicians' downfall or hubris (to employ another Asian epithet).
I yield to none in my abhorrence of fancy phrases, and we of the Left have never been too proud to flaunt our ignorance.
The very spelling of the words "Labor Party" is a tribute, if you like, to an anonymous bloke of yesteryear who was not afraid to depart from the traditional spelling of the word "Labour", rebranding our beloved party in homage to our dyslexic American cousins.
When we helped the Seppos (Septic Tanks) to victory in World War II we never thought that one day we'd be saying "Enjoy!" to our wives and kids at the breakfast table, or "Hi you guys!" to the sheilas at the reception desk at my office.
That's something I love about Australia - our adaptability to overseas trends in human intercourse.
I've always been at the sharp end of intercourse, in any form, and though I yield to none in my abhorrence of sexual harassment in the workplace, there is a way of doing it which most of my research assistants over the years have found totally acceptable.
I guess Australia has got a healthy self-esteem and we recently paid Oprah Winfrey a bundle to come Down Under and give it a bit of a boost. I personally persuaded her to say "Australia is the greatest country in the world" on the steps of the Opera House and it didn't cost the Australian taxpayer much more than one day's unemployment benefit and child support for the entire Aboriginal population of Australia.
I was jetting in to Sydney last year, having represented my homeland at an international cheese-sniffing convention at Gorgonzola in Italy, when the Pom next to me asked me if I could hear a distant thumping.
"What's that rhythmic pounding?" he inquired, and since I wasn't doing a Ralph Fiennes in the nearest restroom with a horny little flight attendant, I was as mystified as he was.
"Could it be kangaroo is down there?" said the stupid bastard. "No, mate," I said. "It's 22 million Australians patting themselves on the back!"
I love Australia because like America in the olden days anyone can rise to the top. We recently had a Prime Minister called Kevin - where else in the world could that happen?
Now we've got a red-headed woman. She's got a nose like a woodpecker and a cushion up the back of her dress but she's very nice until she opens her mouth. The Lord be good to her.
My services have been called upon to groom her for international exposure and I've been as busy as a Brisbane mop-shop trying to teach her the rudiments of elocution - doing a Geoffrey Rush on the poor old PM.
I got to know Oprah quite well while she was out here on the Australian taxpayers' payroll and I started to see this wonderful country through her eyes.
She was particularly impressed by our burgeoning pillow-biting community.
"We've got them in the States too, Les," she said, "but this is ridiculous."
I tried to point out to her that we Australians only discovered sex about 53 years ago and since then we've been trying to make up for lost time.
We knew the rudiments, and even some of the rude rudiments, but only in the past few decades have my countrymen studied and put into practice the small print on the toilet wall.
She wanted to see the Outback even after I told her that most Australians give it the big miss, particularly since it's cheaper to get drunk in Bali.
When she left our shores she took me to one side and dumped an assortment of plastic boomerangs, Ken Done tea towels, wallaby scrotum duffle bags and goanna jaw money clips as well as Tim Winton and Bryce Courtenay paperbacks and an indigenous digital didgeridoo in my lap. They'd all been given to her at official functions.
"For God's sake get rid of all this crap please, Les!" I managed to drop most of it over the side of the Manly ferry one night but I hung on to a pair of cane toad cufflinks for ceremonial occasions.
I have never stuffed a swag, boiled a billy or humped a jumbuck. I've never chucked a boomerang, climbed Uluru Rock and the Sydney Harbour Bridge or gone down to Penguin Island to take photos of the Jap tourists.
I like a beer, but I'm really a single-malt man, or even a quadruple-malt man, and pies and sauce for breakfast are not compatible with the powder blue polyester and cashmere-blend suit with hand-stitched lapels.
The last time I tried a pie I yodelled so violently I lost my Order of Australia down the white telephone.
But I love Australian women and I let them know it too when Lady Patterson isn't on the prowl or having one of her episodes.
If I ever politely suggest anything a bit Continental and off the beaten track to a lovely young research assistant, our Aussie sheilas have got a lovely way of smiling and articulating that universal Australian phrase, "Not a problem".
I love Australia and I'm glad they sent my great-great-great-great grandfather Ebenezer Patterson out here in the olden days on a trumped-up charge of surprise sex.
I am as proud as buggery to represent this magnificent land of ours overseas.
God Bless Australia - I only wish we owned it.
@'Herald-Sun'
(Thanx Stan!)
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Radioaktiv – Kraftwerk 1973-2000 mixed by djmq
Tongebirge
Nachrichten
Radioaktivität
Metropolis
Die Roboter
Schaufensterpuppen
Endlos Endlos
Trans Europa Express
Musique Non Stop
Boing Boom Tschak
Die Stimme Der Energie
Sex Objekt
It’S More Fun To Compute
Heimcomputer
Computerwelt
Nummern
Taschenrechner
Expo 2000 (Kling Klang Mix 2002)
Tour De France (Kling Klang Analog Mix)
Das Model
via
Iron & Wine - Kiss Each Other Clean (Albumstream)
1. Walking Far from Home
2. Me and Lazarus
3. Tree by the River
4. Monkeys Uptown
5. Half Moon
6. Rabbit Will Run
7. Godless Brother in Love
8. Big Burned Hand
9. Glad Man Singing
10. Your Fake Name Is Good Enough For Me
ALBUMSTREAM
David Moreu - Down To Earth (2008)
On April 4 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated in Memphis, Tennessee, on the eve of a peaceful march. On the 40th anniversary of this tragic event, we present “Down To Earth”, a short-film documentary about the magical relationship that flourished between the civil rights movement and soul music in the 60s, when the black community fought for equal rights in a country that still lived under racial segregation.
A fascinating story told in first person by some famous musicians and local celebrities in Memphis, like the Rev. Samuel Billy Kyles (civil rights activist), Deanie Parker (Stax Records), David Porter (Stax composer and musician), Willie Mitchell (Hi Records president and Grammy Trustee Award 2008) and Zelma Redding (Otis Redding wife).
“Down To Earth” also talks about the legacy of that convulsive era due to the participation of anonymous characters and young musicians who have been interviewed in some of the most famous barber shops in Memphis. It is the sincere vision of a generation that did not live directly those days of struggle, but it has inherited his ideals and continues to enjoy its music.
A unique glimpse at a key period in the history of the United States that is impossible to understand without its soundtrack.
Country: Spain
Year of production: 2008
Running time: 27 minutes
Language: English
Written & directed by David Moreu
Photography: David Moreu & Nuria Andrés
Edition: Carlos Padilla
Sound: Nuria Andrés
Audio mixer: Marcos Casademunt
Producer: David Moreu
Archive images: Prelinger Archives & The Stax Museum of American Soul Music
"Down To Earth" was first screened at the Stax Museum of American Soul Music (Memphis), it has been awarded with the best documentary prize at the Baumann Festival 2009 and it has been screened at MECAL 2009, CINESTRAT 2009, Islantilla Cineforum 2009 and Black Music & Films 2009.
Monday, 24 January 2011
Dubcast #33: KC 3849 - Kleiner Verwandter
suara parahiangan group - ayun ambing
black uhuru - bad girls dub
tappa zukie - sidewalk dub
dub syndicate - fire burning / fire burning version
tippa irie - strong dub
mad professor & mafia and f - message from a meteroite
the black seeds - make a move dub
charlie chaplin - diet rock
paprika korps - nothing dub live
jan delay - die party ist zuende dub
the heptones - suffer’s time
lee perry & the upsetters - suffer’s dub
lone ranger - can’t stand it
king tubby - hard dub
aswad - ? dub
ziggy marley - be free dub
ras michael & the sons of negus with jazzboe abubaka - rasta liveth
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I think today may be remembered as the day the two-state solution died #palestinepapers
The story behind the Palestine papers
The revelations from the heart of the Israel-Palestine peace process are the product of the biggest documentary leak in the history of the Middle East conflict, and the most comprehensive exposure of the inside story of a decade of failed negotiations.The 1,600 confidential records of hundreds of meetings between Palestinian, Israeli and US leaders, as well as emails and secret proposals, were leaked to the Qatar-based satellite TV channel al-Jazeera and shared exclusively with the Guardian. They cover the period from the runup to the ill-fated Camp David negotiations under US president Bill Clinton in 2000, to private discussions last year involving senior officials and politicians in the Obama administration.The earliest document in the cache is a memo from September 1999 about Palestinian negotiating strategy. It suggests heeding the advice of the Rolling Stones: "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find you can get what you need." The final one, from last September, is a Palestinian Authority (PA) message to the Egyptian government about access to the Gaza Strip.
The Palestine papers have emerged at a time when a whole era of Israeli-Palestinian negotiations, starting with the Madrid conference in 1991, appear to have run into the sand, opening up the prospect of a new phase of the conflict and potentially another war.
In particular, they cover the most recent negotiations, before and after George Bush's Annapolis conference in late 2007 – when substantive offers were made by both sides until the process broke down over Israel's refusal to freeze West Bank settlement activity.
The bulk of the documents are records, contemporaneous notes and sections of verbatim transcripts of meetings drawn up by officials of the Palestinian negotiation support unit (NSU), which has been the main technical and legal backup for the Palestinian side in the negotiations.
The unit has been heavily funded by the British government. Other documents originate from inside the PA's extensive US- and British-sponsored security apparatus.
The Israelis, Americans and others kept their own records, which may differ in their accounts of the same meetings. But the Palestinian documents were made and held confidentially, rather than for overt or public use, and significantly reveal large gaps between the private and stated positions of Palestinian and, in fewer cases, Israeli leaders.
The documents – almost all of which are in English, which was the language used by both sides in negotiations – were leaked over a period of months from several sources to al-Jazeera. The bulk of them have been independently authenticated for the Guardian by former participants in the talks and by diplomatic and intelligence sources.
The NSU – formally part of the Palestine Liberation Organisation (PLO) – is based in the West Bank town of Ramallah under the chief Palestinian negotiator, Saeb Erekat. It has drawn heavily on the expertise of Palestinian-American and other western-trained diaspora Palestinian lawyers for technical support in negotiations.
In the case of one-to-one talks between Israeli and Palestinian leaders – especially between Mahmoud Abbas and the then Israeli prime minister Ehud Olmert – NSU officials were not present, but reports on the outcome of the encounters were often given later to the unit and records made.
After the breakdown of the Camp David talks, which Clinton and Israeli leaders blamed on Yasser Arafat and a lack of technical Palestinian preparation, Palestinian leaders went to great lengths to ensure that the fullest records and supporting documents were drawn up for later talks. Among NSU staff, the Arab-American lawyer Zeinah Salahi drew up many of the meeting records, while others were made by the French-Palestinian lawyer Ziyad Clot, author of a book about the negotiations, Il n'y aura pas d'Etat Palestinien (There will be no Palestinian state).
The role of the NSU in the negotiations has caused tensions among West Bank-based Palestinian leaders and officials, and widespread resentment about the salaries paid to its most senior managers, notably Adam Smith International's Andrew Kuhn, who stepped down from running the unit last year.
But as the negotiations have increasingly been seen to have failed, and the Ramallah-based PA leadership has come to be regarded by many Palestinians as illegitimate or unrepresentative, discontent among NSU staff has grown and significant numbers have left. There has also been widespread discontent in the organisation at the scale and nature of concessions made in the talks.
Among NSU staff cited in the documents, Salahi now works for the US embassy in Cairo, Clot has returned to France and Rami Dajani works for Tony Blair in his role as the Middle East quartet's envoy. Kuhn is working elsewhere for Adam Smith International, including on projects in Afghanistan.
In response to the leaks, PA and PLO leaders such as Saeb Erekat can be expected to point out that one of the core principles of the negotiations is that "nothing is agreed until everything is agreed". As such they are not necessarily committed to provisional positions that in the event failed to secure a settlement – though Erekat made clear to US officials in January 2010 that the same offers remained on the table.
Critics are likely to argue that concessions – such as accepting the annexation of Israeli settlements in occupied East Jerusalem – are simply pocketed by the Israeli side, and risk being treated as a starting point in any future talks.
Some Fatah leaders are likely to accuse al-Jazeera of having an anti-PA agenda by publishing the leaked documents, which they believe will benefit their Hamas rivals, backed by Iran — as shown in critical comments about the TV station in the documents themselves.
Relations between al-Jazeera, the most widely watched TV channel in the Middle East, and the PA leadership have often been strained after it has run reports regarded by the administration as hostile – as is the case with regimes throughout the region.
The documents have been redacted to remove details such as email addresses, phone numbers or other information that could identify those who leaked them.
Seumas Milne and Ian Black @'The Guardian'
The Palestine papers have emerged at a time when a whole era of Israeli-Palestinian negotiations, starting with the Madrid conference in 1991, appear to have run into the sand, opening up the prospect of a new phase of the conflict and potentially another war.
In particular, they cover the most recent negotiations, before and after George Bush's Annapolis conference in late 2007 – when substantive offers were made by both sides until the process broke down over Israel's refusal to freeze West Bank settlement activity.
The bulk of the documents are records, contemporaneous notes and sections of verbatim transcripts of meetings drawn up by officials of the Palestinian negotiation support unit (NSU), which has been the main technical and legal backup for the Palestinian side in the negotiations.
The unit has been heavily funded by the British government. Other documents originate from inside the PA's extensive US- and British-sponsored security apparatus.
The Israelis, Americans and others kept their own records, which may differ in their accounts of the same meetings. But the Palestinian documents were made and held confidentially, rather than for overt or public use, and significantly reveal large gaps between the private and stated positions of Palestinian and, in fewer cases, Israeli leaders.
The documents – almost all of which are in English, which was the language used by both sides in negotiations – were leaked over a period of months from several sources to al-Jazeera. The bulk of them have been independently authenticated for the Guardian by former participants in the talks and by diplomatic and intelligence sources.
The NSU – formally part of the Palestine Liberation Organisation (PLO) – is based in the West Bank town of Ramallah under the chief Palestinian negotiator, Saeb Erekat. It has drawn heavily on the expertise of Palestinian-American and other western-trained diaspora Palestinian lawyers for technical support in negotiations.
In the case of one-to-one talks between Israeli and Palestinian leaders – especially between Mahmoud Abbas and the then Israeli prime minister Ehud Olmert – NSU officials were not present, but reports on the outcome of the encounters were often given later to the unit and records made.
After the breakdown of the Camp David talks, which Clinton and Israeli leaders blamed on Yasser Arafat and a lack of technical Palestinian preparation, Palestinian leaders went to great lengths to ensure that the fullest records and supporting documents were drawn up for later talks. Among NSU staff, the Arab-American lawyer Zeinah Salahi drew up many of the meeting records, while others were made by the French-Palestinian lawyer Ziyad Clot, author of a book about the negotiations, Il n'y aura pas d'Etat Palestinien (There will be no Palestinian state).
The role of the NSU in the negotiations has caused tensions among West Bank-based Palestinian leaders and officials, and widespread resentment about the salaries paid to its most senior managers, notably Adam Smith International's Andrew Kuhn, who stepped down from running the unit last year.
But as the negotiations have increasingly been seen to have failed, and the Ramallah-based PA leadership has come to be regarded by many Palestinians as illegitimate or unrepresentative, discontent among NSU staff has grown and significant numbers have left. There has also been widespread discontent in the organisation at the scale and nature of concessions made in the talks.
Among NSU staff cited in the documents, Salahi now works for the US embassy in Cairo, Clot has returned to France and Rami Dajani works for Tony Blair in his role as the Middle East quartet's envoy. Kuhn is working elsewhere for Adam Smith International, including on projects in Afghanistan.
In response to the leaks, PA and PLO leaders such as Saeb Erekat can be expected to point out that one of the core principles of the negotiations is that "nothing is agreed until everything is agreed". As such they are not necessarily committed to provisional positions that in the event failed to secure a settlement – though Erekat made clear to US officials in January 2010 that the same offers remained on the table.
Critics are likely to argue that concessions – such as accepting the annexation of Israeli settlements in occupied East Jerusalem – are simply pocketed by the Israeli side, and risk being treated as a starting point in any future talks.
Some Fatah leaders are likely to accuse al-Jazeera of having an anti-PA agenda by publishing the leaked documents, which they believe will benefit their Hamas rivals, backed by Iran — as shown in critical comments about the TV station in the documents themselves.
Relations between al-Jazeera, the most widely watched TV channel in the Middle East, and the PA leadership have often been strained after it has run reports regarded by the administration as hostile – as is the case with regimes throughout the region.
The documents have been redacted to remove details such as email addresses, phone numbers or other information that could identify those who leaked them.
Seumas Milne and Ian Black @'The Guardian'
Palestine papers: Browse the documents
The Guardian Interview: Patti Smith
'I was called to duty' … Patti Smith. Photograph: Richard Pak for the Guardian
When, in the late 60s and early 70s, Patti Smith was working in bookstores in New York, often having to choose between art supplies and lunch, she stacked National Book Award-winning books on shelves, wrapped them up for customers, sold them. And as she did so, she told a rapt audience last November, choking up with tears, "I dreamed of having a book of my own, of writing one that I could put on a shelf"; she hardly dreamed of having a National Book award of her own as well.
There were wet eyes in the house, too, and more than one person listening to her must have thought that there was a kind of rightness about the fact that the book with which she won the award last year, Just Kids, was about that time, and about the person, Robert Mapplethorpe, who experienced it along with her. He was the person who refused to "listen to me falter, question myself, question my abilities"; who held her fast to the idea that her art and her dreams mattered, and if she only could only hang on to them, they would win out.
He was, it must be said, working with willing material, in that she had outsize bravado, and despite their extreme poverty (when she first arrived in New York, she slept on benches in Central Park), an instinctive integrity: when she was still stacking books a couple of people "saw potential in me and offered me quite a bit of money to do records as early as 1971, '72, but not in my own way. They would have a vision of me – a pop vision, or how they could transform me, and the money didn't tempt me." Was there ever a moment when that was quite a hard choice? "No." The answer is sharp, immediate. "If somebody said I'll give you a million dollars, but you have to go against your own grain, you just have to do what I say – it would take me one second. I've never been tortured by something like that. Tormented more about what line to use in a poem, or the right word to use in a sentence. All I've ever wanted, since I was a child, was to do something wonderful."
This is, in part, what gives her her singular presence. Her appearance, of course – the strong, masculine face and honey hair, all crags and straw, the dark toque and oversize coat somewhat incongruous in a boutique hotel in central Paris – but more her sense of wonder, her openness to the possibility of wonder in herself and others. It underlines in her an unexpected warmth and delicacy. The openness has always been a kind of survival strategy too: for all its fierceness – and after she recorded her debut album, Horses, in 1975 and found herself on the path to being a rock star, defiance – her career has been one of reverences, of chasing and collecting icons and relics and friends from whom she could learn the things she needed to proceed. It's a pleasingly unironic predeliction: "I'm not an ironic person," she once said. "I'm not always articulate, and sometimes I'm just crap, but I'm never ironic."
So, famously, Rimbaud, whose Illuminations she stole from a second-hand book stall when she was a teenager, and whose incantatory poetry and rackety life have compelled her ever since; Blake, whose everyday visions of angels, whose merging of language with "drawlings" (as she says the word) in a pale gold palette both she and Mapplethorpe loved and emulated; Jim Morrison, whom she saw on stage, and, watching him turn poetry into performance, thought simply: "I could do that." Her new album, which will be finished within the next month, was inspired by her reading of Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita – but also by St Francis of Assisi, and by a visit to Dylan Thomas's home in Laugharne.
Or Sam Shepard, whom she met when he was in a band, who became her lover and taught her: "When you hit a wall" – of your own imagined limitations – "just kick it in." William Burroughs, whom she encountered when she and Mapplethorpe were living at the Chelsea Hotel; from him "I learned more about how to conduct myself, how to make the right choices in terms of – keeping your name clean. William said, 'If you keep your name clean, your name will be worth more someday. If you keep your name clean, it will always be of use.' And even though my name's only Smith, I have found it useful." It is instructive that when she fell in love and settled down, she did so with a man, guitarist Fred "Sonic" Smith, who she believed was cleverer than herself, who had things to teach her.
When he died, in 1994, leaving her a widow with two young children, it was one of the few times she felt properly lost. "That was a very difficult time in my life, when I had to decide what I was going to do, without him. But you know, when I have these moments, I just go all the way back to being 11 years old, when I knew who I was. Seven, 11 – I go all the way back there and then begin again, in my mind."
Smith grew up in straitened economic circumstances – her mother was a waitress and her father worked in a factory, assembling thermostats, jobs that provided just enough, and sometimes not enough, to feed four children. But there were always books, music, and as much art as they could afford. Her father "would take Socrates to the factory with him" and read Plato aloud over dinner, while her mother made meatball sandwiches; her mother had sung in nightclubs in the 30s, and loved opera, and the emerging glimmerings of rock'n'roll.
Smith, who was often ill – scarlet fever gave her hallucinations and, for a long time, double vision – daydreamed about being an opera singer. Not the swooning, romantic women's parts, but "the tenor parts, the young Gypsy-boy parts. Being in Verdi, Il Trovatore, being Manrico or something." Or she wanted to travel to the Great Wall of China or join the Foreign Legion; she was unimpressed to discover she was expected to be a girl, and especially a girl in the 50s in rural America, where you became a hairdresser or a housewife, "and the boys went to Vietnam or became policemen. A girl had these few choices, and the boys had these few choices. And I wasn't interested in any of their choices. I was interested in the whole world, that was not even spoken about. I had more communication with my dog than I had with my surroundings."
Increasingly, books became her world, and by extension, wanting to write them. "Everything else grew out of that. More than anything that's been the thread through my life – the desire to write, the impulse to write. I mean, it's taken me other places, but it was the impulse to write that led me to singing. I'm not a musician. I never thought of performing in a rock'n'roll band. I was just drawn in. It was like being called to duty – I was called to duty, and I did my duty as best as I could."
At 20 she discovered she was pregnant; the way she speaks about it now, eyes nearly closed, reveals more about the climate for discussing such things in America than anything about herself. "Well, it's, you know – that's a huge decision for any person, especially a young person. It was not a sacrifice, and it was not a decision I took lightly, and I didn't have the emotional or financial stability, or even the motive – or even what it took to raise a child. I had a good upbringing, and a strong understanding of the value of human life, but it still was … I just did the best I could, that's all. Who can say?" What is clear from her memoir, though, was that it dragged her out of childhood and gave her focus and direction: sitting on her bed working up the courage to tell her family that she was pregnant, and that she had found an educated, childless couple to take the baby, "an overwhelming sense of mission eclipsed my fears … I would be an artist. I would prove my worth." She was dismissed from college; when she went into labour the nurses called her Dracula's Daughter and, almost fatally, as the child was in a breech position, ignored her. She will not say whether or not they have since been in touch.
Horses, as well as regularly being cited as one of the best debut albums ever, had a cover photo taken by Mapplethorpe that became an instant classic. "It was the most electrifying image I'd ever seen of a woman of my generation," Camille Paglia once said. It "immediately went up on my wall, as if it were a holy icon. It symbolised for me not only women's new liberation but the fusion of high art and popular culture." The trouble was, Smith's motivations were never to stand for anything but herself, particularly not any political movement, however worthy. She continued to explore wordscapes and the soundscapes that might make them live; her accidental career gave her choices, and the freedom to travel. But it didn't give her, eventually, the satisfaction or integrity she craved. So she left – she met Fred Smith, married him, and moved to suburban Detroit, becoming a non-driver (she is too dyslexic) stranded in a land of cars. "That's where he wanted to live," she told an interviewer some years ago. "He was the man."
Those who looked to her as a feminist pathfinder felt betrayed. They accused her of selling out, called her a "domestic cow", a phrase that clearly still stings. "I was still a worker. Some people said, 'Oh, well, you didn't do anything in the 80s – first of all, to be a mother and a wife is probably the hardest job one can have. But I always wrote. I wrote every day. I don't think I could have written Just Kids had I not spent all of the 80s developing my craft as a writer." She wrote for three hours every day, from 5am to 8, when her baby woke; having two children, and a husband, "I had to learn, really, how to rein in my energies and discipline myself. And I found it very very useful. I rebelled against it at first, but it's a good thing to have." They recorded an album together, which didn't sell; as well as publishing books of poetry, she has produced "many unfinished books, a few books that I finished in the 80s but never published, a crime book, a character study, a book of travels"; right now she is writing, simultaneously, "an extension of the book I wrote for Robert, and working on a detective story, and a sort of fairytale. I'm always working."
After her husband's death, she had to perform again, to support her children – and many people rallied to help her: her lawyer found her children a place at a progressive private school, Michael Stipe, who credits Horses with beginning his career, found her a house, Bob Dylan asked her to play with him, Ann Demeulemeester gave her clothes. Now, increasingly, she works with her children – her son is a guitarist and married to Meg White of the White Stripes; the evening before we met she did a gig with her daughter, a composer. They will do more of these gigs in the UK next week, one in St Giles Church, which she likes because they do good things for the homeless, and another at the Aldeburgh festival, where she will improvise work based on WG Sebald's poem After Nature. She has spent the morning reading him, and "listening to Polly Harvey's new song – she has this new song, The Words That Maketh Murder – what a great song. It just makes me happy to exist. Whenever anyone does something of worth, including myself, it just makes me happy to be alive. So I listened to that song all morning, totally happy." Her face lights up, her eyes shine. And I think that the joy she finds in these things, the searching for them, the openness to them, the wanting to do them herself, are, finally, so much more interesting than being held to any creed; more interesting, more inspiring, and far more profound.
Aida Edemariam @'The Guardian'
Julian Goes To Hollywood
PS: Mr Surfer. Interesting that Morozov mentions Alvin Toffler in 'The Net Delusion'!
The Music Bay: Pirate Bay Crew Instill More Fear Into The Music Industry
In recent days, however, rumors started to grow that The Music Bay domain might be put to use after all. It is currently setup to serve ads for The Pirate Bay website, but this spring it could be hosting a special surprise for the music industry.
The currently active subdomain fear.themusicbay.org is currently displaying a “comming soon” [sic] title so TorrentFreak caught up with a Pirate Bay insider to learn more about the plans for the site. Although the Pirate Bay crew is reluctant to release any specific details, their intentions are obvious.
“The music industry can’t even imagine what we’re planning to roll out in the coming months. For years they’ve complained bitterly about piracy, but if they ever had a reason to be scared it is now,” TorrentFreak was told. “It will be a special surprise for IFPI’s 78th birthday, and we’re thinking of organizing a huge festival in Rome where IFPI was founded.”
IFPI is of course the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry, one of the most active anti-piracy outfits and a long-time adversary of The Pirate Bay. Formed under Italy’s fascist government of Benito Mussolini in 1933, IFPI will turn 78 in April of 2011.
TorrentFreak did ask for more details about “The Music Bay”, but the above is all we are able to reveal at this stage. What’s clear from the conversation we had, however, is that the major record labels are in for a big surprise. More details are expected to follow in the near future.
Without any hard evidence all the above can of course be interpreted in a million ways. We simply don’t know what the announced project will be, who will run it and what it will do. For all we know the entire project is nothing more that a domain name, registered and used just for the purpose to put fear into the already quite paranoid music industry.
Ernesto @'Torrent Freak'
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