Wednesday 3 December 2014

R.I.P. Bobby Keys


Ad Break: Historic Hollywood Hills Appt

At the end of a cul de sac near the Hollywood Bowl, park your car in a garage carved into the hill. Walk through a gated tunnel to a private elevator where you'll be taken up 6 stories through the hill to the top of a Tuscan tower. Nestled in a quiet walk street enclave high above the bustle of Hollywood Blvd.
1bed, 1 bath includes the aforementioned private parking garage (remote door opener). Washer/Dryer, hardwood floors and terrace.
This is the apartment that Elliot Gould's character lived in in Robert Altman's 'The Long Goodbye'. A movie worth seeing if you're not familiar with it. Here is the brilliant intro where he tries to feed his cat (no joke):

Also featured in Kenneth Branagh's film 'Dead Again'. Author Michael Connelly lived and wrote there. David Copperfield lived up there for several years in the 80's while performing at the near-by Magic Castle.
The location is great. Quiet, no freeway noise, beautiful views yet a short walk to Hollywood and Highland and the subway. And a shorter walk to the Hollywood Bowl.
please see link for additional pictures:
http://supercube.net/broadview/broadview/broadview.html
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Tuesday 2 December 2014

How to tell if a toy is for boys or girls

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Flashlights & Black Holes: Gravenhurst's Bristol

Nick Talbot of Gravenhurst discusses his relationship with the city of Bristol and the ways it has shaped his songwriting
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Black Cab - Cherry Bar (1/12/13) & Howler (29/11/14) What a difference a year makes!

Set: Supermädchen/Underground Star/Black Angel/Sexy Polizei/Kornelia Ender/Go Slow/Hearts On Fire/Dream Baby Dream

Encore: Ghost Rider

A year ago, their fourth gig in three days. A free gig on a Sunday night at Cherry. I counted twenty three people in the audience.
Contrast with Sunday's album launch at Howler and boy am I regretting not taping that show now

 










All photos by Gennady Revzin
Video by Colin Anderson
Tascam recording by Tim Niblock

LOL! Go Karl...

30 days of the Dead (2014)

Download individual tracks or complete zip file
HERE

Greil Marcus: Lipstick Traces - A Secret History of the Twentieth Century (PDF)

Greil Marcus began work on this book out of a fascination with the Sex Pistols: that scandalous antimusical group, invented in London in 1975 and dead within two years, which sparked the emergence of the culture called punk. “I am an antichrist!” shouted singer Johnny Rotten—where in the world of pop music did that come from? Looking for an answer, with a high sense of the drama of the journey, Marcus takes us down the dark paths of counterhistory, a route of blasphemy, adventure, and surprise.
This is no mere search for cultural antecedents. Instead, what Marcus so brilliantly shows is that various kinds of angry, absolute demands—demands on society, art, and all the governing structures of everyday life—seem to be coded in phrases, images, and actions passed on invisibly, but inevitably, by people quite unaware of each other. Marcus lets us hear strange yet familiar voices: of such heretics as the Brethren of the Free Spirit in medieval Europe and the Ranters in seventeenth-century England; the dadaists in Zurich in 1916 and Berlin in 1918, wearing death masks, chanting glossolalia; one Michel Mourre, who in 1950 took over Easter Mass at Notre-Dame to proclaim the death of God; the Lettrist International and the Situationist International, small groups of Paris—based artists and writers surrounding Guy Debord, who produced blank-screen films, prophetic graffiti, and perhaps the most provocative social criticism of the 1950s and ’60s; the rioting students and workers of May ’68, scrawling cryptic slogans on city walls and bringing France to a halt; the Sex Pistols in London, recording the savage “Anarchy in the U.K.” and “God Save the Queen.”
Although the Sex Pistols shape the beginning and the end of the story, Lipstick Traces is not a book about music; it is about a common voice, discovered and transmitted in many forms. Working from scores of previously unexamined and untranslated essays, manifestos, and filmscripts, from old photographs, dada sound poetry, punk songs, collages, and classic texts from Marx to Henri Lefebvre, Marcus takes us deep behind the acknowledged events of our era, into a hidden tradition of moments that would seem imaginary except for the fact that they are real: a tradition of shared utopias, solitary refusals, impossible demands, and unexplained disappearances. Written with grace and force, humor and an insistent sense of tragedy and danger, Lipstick Traces tells a story as disruptive and compelling as the century itself.
HERE

Lumen Drones - Ira Furore

Monday 1 December 2014

Happy Birthday Viv!


Damn!

Update:

Athens 1944: Britain’s dirty secret

New Order - 5-8-6 (Extended 22:23 version)

Exile's Gig of the Year

Photos by Joe Lewit
Well following on from the let's be honest less than stellar show supporting Tangerine Dream, Black Cab hit the high notes at their album launch in Melbourne on Saturday night. Definitely the best I have ever seen them play with added appearances by the mighty Steve Law and Shags Chamberlain. Alongside the customary cover of Dream Baby Dream we were treated to a version of New Order's 5-8-6 as well. I did start to record the show but after a couple of minutes decided to stop and get the dancing shoes on

Dirty Three - NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert (October 2012)


Set List
"Rain Song"
"The Pier"
"Last Horse On The Sand"
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Dirty 3 gig at Meredith Music Festival in 2004
Because the average age of the typical white Melburnian is twenty-five, it’s not plausible for them to claim they attended the Nirvana gig at the Palace in 1992. In 1992, all of today’s white Melburnians were about seven years old and living in Mount Waverley. This is where the Dirty 3 show comes in. It’s a gig that strengthens white Melburnian culture by providing an event around which its members can experience a sense of shared belonging. If you are new to white Melburnian culture, ask someone, “what’s Meredith like?” White Melburnians have talked each other to death over this show (remember: all of them were there), so a newcomer could easily parachute their way into a new friendship group by getting them to rehash their experiences to a fresh audience.
The Dirty 3 played at dusk on the Saturday night as storm clouds gathered over the stage. Thunder could be heard in the distance. Both literal and metaphorical electricity was in the air. The violinist had big hair, and everybody swore it was standing on end because of the lightning in the atmosphere. I don’t remember what happened after that
(Stuff white people like in Melbourne)