Paul Messis: Case Closed 2013 + Songs Of Our Times 2017
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Sunday, 22 July 2012
James Marshall Hendrix
@[In The Army]
Turbonegro - Hellfest Clisson, France 15/06/2012 (Full Concert)
All My Friends Are Dead
The Nihilist Army
You Give Me Worms
I Got A Knife
Mister Sister
Wasted Again
Turbonegro Must be Destroyed
Hello Darkness
Get It On
Back To Dungaree High
Age of Pamparius
Denim Demon
I Got Erection
The Nihilist Army
You Give Me Worms
I Got A Knife
Mister Sister
Wasted Again
Turbonegro Must be Destroyed
Hello Darkness
Get It On
Back To Dungaree High
Age of Pamparius
Denim Demon
I Got Erection
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
First Listen: Purity Ring - Shrines
Out July 24, Shrines plays around with that juxtaposition between scariness and sweetness, thanks largely to charismatic singer Megan James, who floats above Corin Roddick's whiz-bang arrangements while exuding a sort of girlish menace. "Cut open my sternum and pull my little ribs around you," she pleads in "Fineshrine," requiring all of 11 words to sum up her thorny bundle of sensibilities: cute but visceral, tender but unhealthily obsessed.
It's hard not to place too much emphasis on where Purity Ring fits along an ever more confusing and obtuse spectrum of subgenres and sub-subgenres: Is it chillwave? Witch house? Post-witch house? Is "witchwave" a thing yet? But, really, this is just sleek, shiny pop music; strip away a few advancements in technology and production, and Shrines would have sounded brilliant on college radio in 1991. Throughout their audacious debut, James and Roddick are smart enough to know that "timely" and "timeless" needn't be mutually exclusive.
Stephen Thompson @'npr'
Hear 'Shrines' In Its Entirety
Led Zeppelin's 'Houses of the Holy' Cover image story
Stefan Gates tells the story of how he became one of the children on the cover of Led Zeppelin, Houses of the Holy. And how this Record cover photo has dogged Stefan all his life
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The Master (Full Trailer)
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Ian Tomlinson death: Simon Harwood cleared of manslaughter
FYI in the U.K, since 1998 there has been 333 deaths in police custody and not one officer convicted.
Thursday, 19 July 2012
♪♫ Fresh 4 - Wishing On A Star
On a bit of a Smith & Mighty kick here at Exile Towers. If anyone has Carlton's album that they could share can they can get in touch. Thanx!
Bonus:
Carlton - Do You Dream'Hang on, my love, and grow big and strong'
It took nine months for Iggy Pop to reply to then-21-year-old Laurence's fan letter, but really the timing couldn't have been more perfect as on the morning his thoughtful note did arrive at her home in Paris, Laurence's family were being evicted by bailiffs. Laurence recalls that moment back in 1995:
By the time I finished I was in tears. Not only had Iggy Pop received the letter I had sent him nine months before, and I could have missed his if he'd sent it a day later, but he had read the whole 'fucking' 20 pages, including the bit about my Adidas dress (a semi-innocent allusion on my part), and all the rest, my description of being the child of an acrimonious divorce with the string of social workers, lawyers, greedy estate agents and bailiffs at the door, the fear, the anger, the frustration, the love.Although understandably brief, Iggy's empathetic, handwritten letter addressed Laurence's problems with both grace and eloquence, and really can't be praised enough.
Transcript
dear laurence,Via
thankyou for your gorgeous and charming letter, you brighten up my dim life. i read the whole fucking thing, dear. of course, i'd love to see you in your black dress and your white socks too. but most of all i want to see you take a deep breath and do whatever you must to survive and find something to be that you can love. you're obviously a bright fucking chick, w/ a big heart too and i want to wish you a (belated) HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 21st b'day and happy spirit. i was very miserable and fighting hard on my 21st b'day, too. people booed me on the stage, and i was staying in someone else's house and i was scared. it's been a long road since then, but pressure never ends in this life. 'perforation problems' by the way means to me also the holes that will always exist in any story we try to make of our lives. so hang on, my love, and grow big and strong and take your hits and keep going.
all my love to a really beautiful girl. that's you laurence.
iggy pop
Kim Dotcom's Letter to Hollywood
The Internet frightens you. But history has taught us that the greatest innovations were built on rejections. The VCR frightened you, but it ended up making billions of dollars in video sales.
You get so comfortable with your ways of doing business that any change is perceived as a threat. The problem is, we as a society don't have a choice: The law of human nature is to communicate more efficiently. And the economic benefits of high-speed Internet and unlimited cloud storage are so great that we need to plan for the day when the transfer of terabytes of data will be measured in seconds.
Businesses and individuals will keep looking for faster connectivity, more robust online storage and more privacy. Transferring large pieces of content over the Internet will become common -- not because global citizens are evil but because economic forces leading to "speed of light" data transfer and storage are so beneficial to societal growth.
Come on, guys, I am a computer nerd. I love Hollywood and movies. My whole life is like a movie.
I wouldn't be who I am if it wasn't for the mind-altering glimpse at the future in Star Wars. I am at the forefront of creating the cool stuff that will allow creative works to thrive in an Internet age. I have the solutions to your problems. I am not your enemy.
Providing "freemium" cloud storage to society is not a crime. What will Hollywood do when smartphones and tablets can wirelessly transfer a movie file within milliseconds?
The very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. Instead of changing their views to fit the facts, they try to change the facts to fit their views. The fact remains that the benefits of Megaupload to society outweigh the burdens. But instead of adapting, you imported one of your action-conspiracy movie scripts into the real world. In my view, MPAA CEO and former Sen. Chris Dodd lobbied his friends in the White House to turn me into a villain who has to be destroyed. Due process? Rule of law? Eliminate me and my innovation and worry about the consequences later. Never mind that millions of Megaupload users lost access to cloud data like their wedding photos. Well done, Hollywood, everyone with similar innovations got the message. But wait … You did not read the end of the script.
The people of the Internet will unite. They will help me. And they are stronger than you. We will prevail in the war for Internet freedom and innovation that you have launched. We have logic, human nature and the invisible hand on our side.
As you should have known, our Mega services operated within the boundaries of the law. We had users that spanned from the military to Hollywood to lawyers and doctors. If you are unhappy with that, it is up to you to convince Congress to amend legislation. You tried with SOPA and you failed. As an alternative, you chose to lobby the Justice Department to ignore the law and stage a global show of force and destruction. The only parties a New Zealand court has found to have violated the law in this case are the local police and the FBI.
Regardless of the issues you have with new technologies, you can't just engage armed forces halfway around the world, rip a peaceful man from his family, throw him in jail, terminate his business without a trial, take everything he owns without a hearing, deprive him of a fair chance to defend himself and do all that while your propaganda machine is destroying him in the media. Is that who you want to be?
There can still be a happy ending. I am working on solutions. Just call me or my lawyers. You know where to find me. Unfortunately I can only do lunch in New Zealand.
This open letter is free of copyright. Use it freely.
Via
Feds Drag Rapper Swizz Beatz Into Megapload Case
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
William Gibson on Alfred Bester's 'The Stars My Destination'
I’d found it up in the metal loft above the main floor of the Office Supply Store on Main Street, a rickety Erector Set construction of perforated metal, painted battleship gray. There was a particularly pungent corner there, devoted to mouldering pulp, pocket editions a decade old (older than I was, likely) and a few science fiction magazines, similarly ancient. I carried some home in a brown paper bag.
One of them, I discovered, had text with letters going all swirly across the page. Not illustrations, but the actual words in the story turning into pictures. That was Alfred Bester, emulating synesthesia, in the novel you may be lucky enough to be about to read for the first time.
Not that much later, and equipped with a complete text, I was able to read The Stars My Destination (which had been titled Tiger, Tiger in England, and indeed that had been Bester’s title). I’m sure I enjoyed it hugely, but like much of the science fiction I read at the time, it was soon dashed aside by the onrush of puberty and history.
When I happened to rediscover it in my early twenties, I expected little more than a nostalgic read, a glance back to childhood. Instead, it blew, as we used to say, my mind. I hadn’t, I saw, actually been able to read it fully before. It had been too fast for me, too gloriously relentless, too brilliant. I hadn’t been able to appreciate the extent to which Bester strips the dross from classic mechanisms of fiction, because I hadn’t yet known that dross. There hadn’t yet been enough of me to be thrilled by all that the book accomplishes.It was, I saw in my twenties, a book that had absolutely ignored everything that science fiction had been doing when it was written. It was built on bones pilfered from Dumas and Dickens (steal only the best). It was clad in a skin of archly sophisticated Mad Ave ur-hipness, with all the grot and glitter of a fully happening dude’s postwar Manhattan (something no other science fiction writer of the era was able to offer). It was, I recognized then, an utterly urban thing. It made most of the rest of its assumed genre look hick.
Bester’s protagonist hurls himself naked from a spaceship, fuelled by hatred. Bester’s novel hurled itself naked from the science fiction of its day, fuelled by something hipper than hatred, more potent. Into that vacuum, and on, into the actual 21st Century, Gully and the book rock.
It is, as Bruce Sterling remarked to me on our first meeting, “a seamless pop artifact.” Few and far between, such artifacts; each one a complete anomaly.
Read it. Then find The Demolished Man and read that too.
—Vancouver, February 23, 2012
@The Library of America
Pots, Pans and Other Solutions
In Iceland, the first European country to wake up to an economic crash,
people became conscience they could and should intervene in society and
started demanding more democratic participation.
The payment of bank debts by citizens went to referendum. The government was required to appoint and fund a Council to draft a new constitution: it is a citizens' group - without politicians, lawyers or university professors, they allowed the participation of all stakeholders in the procedure and succeeded on consensually approving a proposal for a new text.
Today, in Iceland, citizens are organized in associations and have substantial proposals for a society where everyone can participate.
Let's meet the Icelanders that the media refuse to talk about.
http://potspansdocumentary.wordpress.com/
The payment of bank debts by citizens went to referendum. The government was required to appoint and fund a Council to draft a new constitution: it is a citizens' group - without politicians, lawyers or university professors, they allowed the participation of all stakeholders in the procedure and succeeded on consensually approving a proposal for a new text.
Today, in Iceland, citizens are organized in associations and have substantial proposals for a society where everyone can participate.
Let's meet the Icelanders that the media refuse to talk about.
http://potspansdocumentary.wordpress.com/
Still hype averse 25 years on: Public Enemy on being "the security of the hip-hop party"
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