It’s two minutes and 47 seconds. It’s stupid. It’s perfect.
Some bands from my youth have fallen by the wayside, but not The Doors. I always return to them and each return pays back my youthful devotion. RIP Ray Manzarek.
The top two percent of indie music history is remembered and the median is just disregarded.
Another slow month, enlivened somewhat by the top two entries. At this rate, Collapse Board’s going to be less popular than The Legend!’s music – something I always figured was impossible. 1. A fitting playlist for her funeral | 30 Songs about Margaret Thatcher Here’s what I’ll be playing, come the day of her funeral. [...]
Chrissy Amphlett, lead singer of Divinyls, died this past Sunday. She was 53. Most musicians are lucky if they ever release a record, much less make the charts, never mind change the world. Ms. Amphlett, who left home at 14, accomplished all three.
It costs the same as 3 issues of Mojo, or 6 weeks’ worth of NME’s, and it’s a dozen times more likely to change your life.
Why would we make this music that is The Terror – this bleak, disturbing, hopeless record…?? I don’t really want to know the answer that I think is coming: that WE were hopeless WE were disturbed (but we didn’t have a longing to NOT be disturbed) and, I think, accepting that some things are hopeless…or letting hope in one area die so that hope can start to live in another?? Maybe this is the beginning of the answer.
It’s leather trousers worn by men in pubs. It’s an OAP still piling the remainder of his hair into his Teddy Boy quiff, which has over decades thinned to the point where it’s just a flimsy hint, a ghost of a style.
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.
We watched 1991: The Year Punk Broke on videotape. The boys asked me to sing, I never did. I preferred staying hidden behind my instrument with my short dresses.
It was supper time and the birds was tilting.
Why do music fans have to be so reductionist. Does everyone HAVE to think the same way?
Minegishi’s apology came hours after a tabloid newspaper published photographs of her leaving the apartment of her boyfriend, Alan Shirahama, a dancer in a boy band…
The nastiness, the blackness and bleakness, is a lot of the attraction.
This appears to be the opposite of crazy. It’s mundane. Why would somebody describe their encounters with normal everyday situations and then call themselves crazy? Why indeed. They’d have to be delusional.
How to Distract Yourself from Making Art, or “Did You Read That Article?”
The only thing worse than a band deliberately putting violent/racist/fascist imagery out there is a writer like myself taking exception to it.
They’re Joy Division and they’re being treated like they’re Skrewdriver. Perhaps they’ve brought it on themselves, but I think it’s a pity.
I want to be with you everywhere
So what does this tell us? That I still have a musical bone in my body? That we all reference from the familiar? That nothing is new? To my mind, it’s all about telling something true. And therein lies the spark.
If Street Press Australia is still inviting discussion about sexism in its papers, I would like to let them know that I think Fred Negro’s Strip included in Time Off edition 1611 is sexist.
Perhaps The Go-Betweens are planning on reforming, with Everett filling the role of Grant McLennan?
Maybe if I hadn’t been such a dull-jawed slack-witted alcoholic retard…
And the call? It’s OK to be you. The freaks, the nerds, the outcasts. The last ones picked, the ones never picked. Fuck! There’s power in that.