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Sunday 5 June 2011
Q&A: Lee 'Scratch' Perry
'My biggest disappointment? I have a very nagging wife.' Photograph: Getty Images
Lee "Scratch" Perry, 75, was born in Jamaica. In 1968 he formed a label, Upsetter Records, to record his own music; his first single was People Funny Boy. In 1969, he had his first British hit with Return Of Django. The same year he began to produce Bob Marley & The Wailers, beginning a long association that led to the popularisation of reggae and dub music. Perry went on to work with the Clash, Paul McCartney and the Beastie Boys. In 2003, he won a Grammy award for Best Reggae Album for his record Jamaican ET. He is the special guest at this weekend's We, The People festival in Bristol. He is married for the second time, and lives in Switzerland.
When were you happiest?
When I wake in the morning and go to the bathroom and go pee pee.
Which living person do you most admire?
Me.
What was your most embarrassing moment?
The most embarrassing moment anyone can have is when you run out of cash and have to ask for a loan. That happened to me in Jamaica 25 years ago. That's why I left.
What is your most treasured possession?
My music.
Where would you like to live?
I believe in Hell and Heaven. I'd prefer to live in Heaven than in Hell.
What would your super power be?
I'd fly from my enemies and turn invisible so they can't see me.
Who would play you in the film of your life?
All the fishes in the sea, all the birds in the air and all the animals in the jungle.
Cat or dog?
One day I had some birds in my house – I think birds are angels – and the cat ate one. I don't like cats any more.
What is your most unappealing habit?
Angels showed me how to live and what to eat, not to drink alcohol, not to smoke. Now I eat marijuana: I make curry and tea with it. If I had carried on drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana, I am sure I would not be talking to you now.
What is your favourite smell?
Cherry blossom and Chanel No 5.
What would you most like to wear to a costume party?
A George V gown, boots and crown.
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
God. God sees everything we do.
What was the best kiss of your life?
I refuse to kiss human beings as I am scared of getting a virus from things people eat. I prefer to kiss a tree, a rose, a bird or an animal. I used to kiss my cat until the cat ate my bird.
What has been your biggest disappointment?
I have a very nagging wife.
When did you last cry, and why?
When my mother died.
How often do you have sex?
My needs is not dead and my thing is still alive.
What is the closest you've come to death?
The last time I had a spliff, I made an extra big one and it knocked me out for a day, a night and another day.
What song would you like played at your funeral?
I don't think I will have a funeral but if I do, the song I would like to hear is my first hit, People Funny Boy.
Where would you most like to be right now?
In Buckingham Palace, on the throne with the Queen's crown on my head.
Tell us a secret
Before I was a human being, I used to be a kingfish.
Rosanna Greenstreet @'The Guardian'
When were you happiest?
When I wake in the morning and go to the bathroom and go pee pee.
Which living person do you most admire?
Me.
What was your most embarrassing moment?
The most embarrassing moment anyone can have is when you run out of cash and have to ask for a loan. That happened to me in Jamaica 25 years ago. That's why I left.
What is your most treasured possession?
My music.
Where would you like to live?
I believe in Hell and Heaven. I'd prefer to live in Heaven than in Hell.
What would your super power be?
I'd fly from my enemies and turn invisible so they can't see me.
Who would play you in the film of your life?
All the fishes in the sea, all the birds in the air and all the animals in the jungle.
Cat or dog?
One day I had some birds in my house – I think birds are angels – and the cat ate one. I don't like cats any more.
What is your most unappealing habit?
Angels showed me how to live and what to eat, not to drink alcohol, not to smoke. Now I eat marijuana: I make curry and tea with it. If I had carried on drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana, I am sure I would not be talking to you now.
What is your favourite smell?
Cherry blossom and Chanel No 5.
What would you most like to wear to a costume party?
A George V gown, boots and crown.
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
God. God sees everything we do.
What was the best kiss of your life?
I refuse to kiss human beings as I am scared of getting a virus from things people eat. I prefer to kiss a tree, a rose, a bird or an animal. I used to kiss my cat until the cat ate my bird.
What has been your biggest disappointment?
I have a very nagging wife.
When did you last cry, and why?
When my mother died.
How often do you have sex?
My needs is not dead and my thing is still alive.
What is the closest you've come to death?
The last time I had a spliff, I made an extra big one and it knocked me out for a day, a night and another day.
What song would you like played at your funeral?
I don't think I will have a funeral but if I do, the song I would like to hear is my first hit, People Funny Boy.
Where would you most like to be right now?
In Buckingham Palace, on the throne with the Queen's crown on my head.
Tell us a secret
Before I was a human being, I used to be a kingfish.
Rosanna Greenstreet @'The Guardian'
Saturday 4 June 2011
A Brief Survey of Ridiculous Anti-Drug Propaganda
Yesterday, the Global Commission on Drug Policy, a high-level group that’s been studying drug usage and policing around the world, came to the somewhat unshocking conclusion that the war on drugs has utterly failed “with devastating consequences for individuals and societies around the world.” Not only has the decades-long war cost world governments untold trillions of dollars, it has taken the lives of countless people, innocent and guilty alike, all while doing nothing to stop the global spread of illegal drugs. The comission, which includes former international presidents, U.S. Secretaries of State and Federal Chiefs, recommended that we simply stop fighting, legalize marijuana at the very least, and experiment with the legalization and regulation of other drugs.
In celebration of this news, we present you with a some of the best (and worst) anti-drug propaganda the media has to offer. We hope that future drug education takes on a tone that is less about fear-mongering and more about providing real facts, but while we wait for that to happen, we may as well laugh at the absurdity of these campaigns.
The 1960s was a wonderful time for anti-drug propaganda. The establishment, losing the deathgrip of conformity that was easily maintained in the ’50s, felt seriously threatened by the rising tide of counterculture, and they prepared plenty of PSAs to prove what kind of threats it posed. This one is especially convincing. It tells the tale of a woman tragically seduced into trying LSD, who now has to live forever with the guilt of murdering the father of a family of hot dogs.
In celebration of this news, we present you with a some of the best (and worst) anti-drug propaganda the media has to offer. We hope that future drug education takes on a tone that is less about fear-mongering and more about providing real facts, but while we wait for that to happen, we may as well laugh at the absurdity of these campaigns.
The 1960s was a wonderful time for anti-drug propaganda. The establishment, losing the deathgrip of conformity that was easily maintained in the ’50s, felt seriously threatened by the rising tide of counterculture, and they prepared plenty of PSAs to prove what kind of threats it posed. This one is especially convincing. It tells the tale of a woman tragically seduced into trying LSD, who now has to live forever with the guilt of murdering the father of a family of hot dogs.
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The Sun Ra Arkestra @Fed Square (Melbourne) earlier today
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Hetherington Doctrine
Last week at the First Presbyterian Church of New York my friends and colleagues and I said good-bye to photographer Tim Hetherington, who was killed in combat in Misrata, Libya, a month earlier. My wife and I sat behind Tim’s parents and siblings and watched their shoulders shudder with quiet sobs as people spoke. Tim grew up in England and the family had flown over for the service. Behind us were three journalists who had been in Misrata and miraculously survived the mortar that had landed in their midst killing not only Tim but an American photographer named Chris Hondros and several Libyan rebels. Across the aisle was Idil, Tim’s girlfriend of one year whose parents had emigrated from Somalia.
Tim had been schooled by Jesuits and perhaps as a result had gone through his life profoundly unreligious, so the service was secular. Following a rendition of Schubert’s heartbreaking Trio #2 in E Flat, two reggae musicians played Bob Marley’s “Redemption Song” and “One Love” between eulogies. I watched the pastor’s eyebrow arch in concern and then appreciation as Marley’s message of human understanding filled the church. Finally four American vets stood up, men from Battle Company of the 173rd Airborne who had been under fire with Tim and me many times in eastern Afghanistan. They filed out of their pew carrying two folded American flags that had been sent by Senator John McCain, himself a veteran of Vietnam. The young men presented my country’s flag to the Hetherington family and then to Idil.
I missed most of that beautiful moment because I was crying too hard, but later I did savor one comforting thought: this may be one of the few countries in the world where a senator would see fit to present the national flag to a woman of Somali origin in honor of an Englishman killed in Libya. Whatever criticisms one might level at our county, we are sometimes capable of including the entire world in our embrace. In the midst of our painful debate about immigration, about war, and about our responsibility to other countries, it is an important thing to remember. It was perhaps one of the reasons that Tim had moved here—to escape what he felt to be the stultifying atmosphere of London.
Tim was 40 years old when he died and had devoted most of his professional life to documenting the human cost of war. On April 20, in a bombed-out section of Misrata, a single mortar shell made him part of the cost. He was hit in the groin with shrapnel and bled out in the back of a pickup truck while a photojournalist he had just met held his hand and tried to keep him awake. Hours earlier, amidst fierce shelling by Qaddafi forces, Tim had sent what was to be his last message on Twitter: In besieged Libyan city of Misurata. Indiscriminate shelling by Qaddafi forces. No sign of NATO...
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Sebastian Junger @'Vanity Fair'
Hard-Core Online Drug Bazaar Thumbs its Nose at The Law
Let’s say you want to sell drugs on the Internet. Not black-market prescription drugs, but illegal drugs, all kinds, all sizes. A digital dream market, where a portion of the day’s specials on sale might read like: “A gram of Afghani hash; 1/8 ounce of “sour 13″ weed; 14 grams of ecstasy; .1 gram tar heroin.” An Internet drugstore this wide open must be either a DEA sting or the dumbest idea in web history, you say to yourself. But maybe not. An investigation by Gawker found enough satisfied customers to give us pause. The site uses a reputation-based rating system for keeping track of seller performance, a setup familiar to anyone who has made purchases on Amazon or eBay. One customer wrote of his purchase of psychedelic drugs: “Excellent quality, packing and communication. Arrived exactly as described.” Five stars for that one. "It's Amazon," wrote Adrian Chen at Gawker, "if Amazon sold mind-altering chemicals."
Well, how do they get away with it? For now, they seem to be getting away with it using the same digital cryptographic tools that enabled the great digital music download era. An encryption algorithm disguises users, courtesy of the anonymous network TOR. Buyers then use a proprietary form of money—Bitcoins—made possible by the same technology that brought us the peer-to-peer file sharing protocol known as Bittorrent. Bitcoins are a form of peer-to-peer money which can be purchased with regular money at other obscure sites, and then deposited in an account at Silk Road as cyber-currency.
So, to recap: The DEA probably can’t ID Silk Road purchasers, due to the TOR anonymizer, and they can’t follow the money because there isn’t any. Gawker managed to communicate with the Silk Road overlords, who wrote back: “Stop funding the state with your tax dollars and direct your productive energies into the black market.” Which gives us a pretty good idea where they stand, politically. Libertarian anarchists, rejoice! This site’s for you.
Dirk Henson @'The Fix'
Bitcoin, Silk Road, and LulzSec oh my!
Underwear - What does it really take to turn him off?
Her: Only if they're crotchless!
Him: They could be in the wrapped up in a plastic bag in the trunk of the car and I'd still think he'd be staring at me.
Her: Guys like Radiohead. Music and sex go together!
Him: He's still staring at me.
Her: Maybe he's not staring. Maybe he's just sad.
Him: Sad Thom Yorke is not sexy.
Her: What if they were crotchless?
Him: (silence)
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Friday 3 June 2011
Unbelievable!
Fury over advert claiming Egypt revolution as Vodafone's
abubanda Darryl Li أبو باندا
@zunguzungu I hear the same ad agency is working on a vid for Dow on how Agent Orange liberated Vietnam http://youtu.be/ihvtjqNbyos
@zunguzungu I hear the same ad agency is working on a vid for Dow on how Agent Orange liberated Vietnam http://youtu.be/ihvtjqNbyos
Fugn awful!
theQuietus theQuietus
New Coldplay song: starts with weird rave piano pastiche, has what GG in our office called "Scottish guitars", ends up like (bad) Take That
New Coldplay song: starts with weird rave piano pastiche, has what GG in our office called "Scottish guitars", ends up like (bad) Take That
'The Gwyneth Paltrow U2 Experience' LOL!
...and would you really rip off this?
UPDATE: they are both samples from 'I Go To Rio' by Peter Allen fuxake!
Kim was telling me just the other day...
Basta Bunga Bunga! Have Italians had enough of Silvio Berlusconi and the culture he embodies?
These days, you would have to possess an unusually pure mind to look at that pool full of young women without picturing the pool at Berlusconi’s estate, Arcore, just outside Milan. Along with the basement disco and the upstairs bedrooms, the pool is featured almost daily in Italian newspapers as one of the sites where the Presidente reportedly hosted scores of orgies—or, as they have become known around the world, Bunga Bungas. (There is heated debate about the origin of the term. Some say Berlusconi picked it up from Muammar Qaddafi—his friend, until recently. Others cite an off-color joke set in Africa.) The Bunga Bungas are a source of humiliation for many Italians, and of humor for others, including the Presidente, as Berlusconi is called. Not long ago, he told a convention of the Movement for National Responsibility, upon hearing its theme song, “My compliments on your anthem. I will use it as one of my songs for a Bunga Bunga!”
Berlusconi has always seemed pleased with himself. In 2006, he offered some advice to Italians living below the poverty line: “Do it my way and earn more money!” (His net worth is estimated at nine billion dollars.) He has described himself as “the best in the world—all the other world leaders wish they could be as good as I am.” Lately, however, his bravado has sounded increasingly misplaced. The Italian economy is stalled, and unemployment is at 8.4 per cent. In 2009, he was lambasted for his inadequate response to earthquakes in Abruzzo, which killed more than three hundred people and left seventy thousand homeless. Last July, Gianfranco Fini, the president of the parliamentary Chamber of Deputies, who had been a crucial ally for sixteen years, broke away to form his own party. And then came Ruby.
This past fall, it was reported that the Prime Minister was under investigation for paying for sex with a teen-age belly dancer named Karima el Mahroug—better known by her stage name, Ruby Rubacuori, or Ruby Heartstealer—and that he had intervened on her behalf when she was arrested for stealing money from a roommate. Berlusconi claims that he never had sex with her and that, anyway, she told him she was twenty-four. He admits that he gave her thousands of euros at the end of her first evening at Arcore, and tens of thousands more later, but insists that these were innocent acts of generosity. He instructed the police to release her from custody, he says, because he thought that she was a niece of the former Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak, and he wanted to avoid straining diplomatic relations. (Mahroug, who was born in Morocco and grew up in Sicily, is not related to Mubarak.) After the story broke, other women came forward to tell the stories of their Arcore nights. A twenty-seven-year-old prostitute named Nadia Macrì described Berlusconi lying in his bed, being serviced by women in rapid succession. “He would say, ‘Next one, please,’ and sometimes we were all together in the swimming pool, where sex took place.” Berlusconi denies Macrì’s account, and her credibility has been called into question. Macrì is the star of a new adult film called “Bunga Bunga 3D.”
Rubygate, as everyone calls the scandal, has grown progressively more lurid. Two of Berlusconi’s friends, Emilio Fede—the host of the television show “TG4,” which airs on one of the three networks Berlusconi owns—and the entertainment agent Dario (Lele) Mora, are charged with running a prostitution ring to meet the Prime Minister’s elaborate erotic expectations, with help from Nicole Minetti, a twenty-six-year-old former dental hygienist, showgirl, and, possibly, lover of Berlusconi’s. (All three have pleaded not guilty.) For months, the prosecutor’s office in Milan had been wiretapping phones used by Berlusconi and his associates, and the twenty thousand pages of documents pertaining to Rubygate have been leaking out in Italian newspapers. The picture that has emerged is of an aging emperor, surrounded by a harem of nubile women paid to ornament his dinner table, boost his ego, and dance around in their underpants. Berlusconi is Italy’s waning Hugh Hefner, alternately reviled and admired for his loyalty to his own appetites—except that he’s supposed to be running the country...
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Ariel Levy @'The New Yorker'
Solid Steel Radio Show 3/6/2011 - Gil Scott-Heron tribute mix (Ninja Tune)
DK - Gil Scott-Heron tribute mix
Gil Scott-Heron Me & The Devil (NYC Orchestral version) XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Peace Go With You. Brother Strata East
Gil Scott-Heron The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron Home Is Where the Hatred Is Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie xx Jazz (Interlude) XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson It's Your World Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Racetrack In France Arista
Gil Scott-Heron Lady Day and John Coltrane Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie xx I'm New Here XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson We Almost Lost Detroit Arista
Gil Scott-Heron On Coming from a Broken Home, Pt. 1 XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Winter in America Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Johannesberg Arista
Gil Scott-Heron The Klan Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson The Bottle (Live) Arista
Gil Scott-Heron Me & The Devil (NYC Orchestral version) XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Peace Go With You. Brother Strata East
Gil Scott-Heron The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron Home Is Where the Hatred Is Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie xx Jazz (Interlude) XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson It's Your World Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Racetrack In France Arista
Gil Scott-Heron Lady Day and John Coltrane Flying Dutchman
Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie xx I'm New Here XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson We Almost Lost Detroit Arista
Gil Scott-Heron On Coming from a Broken Home, Pt. 1 XL
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Winter in America Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson Johannesberg Arista
Gil Scott-Heron The Klan Arista
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson The Bottle (Live) Arista
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