Monday, July 30, 2007

Booker Little: His Life and Music


In understanding the evolution of jazz trumpet, one must be familiar with the historical lineage of it's finest players. The influence of each generation upon the next is present in almost all art-forms, and it's definitely evident in jazz (Louis Armstrong to Roy Eldridge, Roy to Dizzy Gillespie, Dizzy to Fats Navarro and Miles Davis--and so on).

Written by Dan Miller

After the untimely death of Clifford Brown on June 26, 1956 at the age of 25--a handful of trumpeters, touched by his genius, were poised to attain their own maturity. This group included Lee Morgan, Freddie Hubbard and Booker Little.

Booker Little was born in Memphis on April 2, 1938. After experimenting with other instruments, Booker decided on trumpet at age 14. Many fine musicians were developing in Memphis at this time including George Coleman, Phineas Newborn, Frank Strozier and Booker's cousin Louis Smith (a fine trumpeter in his own right).

In 1954, Booker went on to Chicago and in four years, he earned a Bachelor of Music degree in trumpet. He also studied theory, composition and orchestration. In those four years he gigged around Chicago and played with Johnny Griffin and the MJT.

During his sophomore year at Chicago Conservatory, Booker roomed for some nine months with Sonny Rollins at the YMCA. "Sonny was a big help," Booker emphasizes. "For one thing, he cautioned me about allowing myself to become overly influenced by other players. He told me not to listen to too many records, because he felt I was listening to them mainly to emulate what the soloists were playing. 'You've got to be you,' he told me, 'whether that's bad or good.' "Sonny at the time was spending his time practicing; it was before he joined Max Roach and Clifford Brown."

"Sonny," Booker continued, "introduced me to Max and Clifford around 1955 and I met Max again after Clifford died. Kenny Dorham was with Max then. Max asked me to make a record with him, and I did my first record. Around June of 1958, when I'd just gotten out of school, Max called me from St. Louis and asked me to join him, I flew out there, and worked with Max until February 1959."

Kenny Dorham's stay as Max Roach's trumpeter ended with Max Roach Four Plays Charlie Parker (April 11, 1958--Emarcy). This album was Max's first experiment with the piano-less format, which would become the platform for the Little/Coleman groups. This date also marked the beginning of George Coleman's recording relationship with Max. During his nine month tenure with Max, Booker recorded six albums.

First, Max Roach plus four on the Chicago Scene (June 1958--Emarcy) which featured George Coleman on the front line with Booker. Booker's tone is so pure and gorgeous, showcased beautifully on his treatment of My Old Flame. His ideas soar and his enthusiasm is boundless.

Next, Max Roach plus four at Newport (July 6, 1958--Emarcy) which established Max's working group of this time. Coleman was back on tenor with Ray Draper on tuba and Art Davis on bass. The excitement of the Newport Jazz Festival combined with the electricity of Roach's new group led to a splendid album. Highlights from this album include Booker's solo on A Night in Tunisia and the first recording of a Booker Little composition Minor Mode.

The first studio recording of Roach's new group was Deeds, Not Words (September 4, 1958--Riverside). This album featured lush arrangements, especially You Stepped Out of a Dream which had the horns playing the melody as a through-composed ballad. Art Davis and Max establish a brisk tempo for blowing and the tune takes off, only to return to the ballad melody at the end. This record also sees Max perform an amazing unaccompanied solo on Conversation. Little also contributes Larry-Larue as well as arranging some of the standards.

During a trip to the west coast, the group appeared on ABC-TV's 'Stars of Jazz' program (October 13, 1958). With razor-sharp precision and fiery intensity, the group treats Booker's Minor Mode Blues, Tadd Dameron's The Scene Is Clean and a blistering version of Love For Sale. Everyone is familiar with the Brown/Roach version of The Scene is Clean, but this one is clearly representative of the new band. Penned by Little, this arrangement features an intro and interlude which are pure Booker. The beautiful melodicism of Dameron meets the avant-garde harmonic modernism of Little. Like the recently unearthed Clifford Brown film, this rare footage allows us to see Booker Little in action. In our modern era of television and video, where nearly every single event is recorded, this film allows us to get a glimpse of what until now was only imagined.

Booker's first album as a leader Booker Little Four: The Defiant Ones (October 1958--United Artists) had a combination of standards and three original tunes (Rounder's Mood, Dungeon Waltz and Jewel's Tempo). Roach, Coleman and Davis were joined by pianist Tommy Flanagan.

Roach's next quintet album Award Winning Drummer (November 25, 1958--Time) has the group doing a wonderful reading of Old Folks as well as Little's Gandolfo's Bounce.

The Many Sides of Max Roach (February 1959--Emarcy) would be Booker's last record as a member of Max's group until August 1960. This date found George Coleman on tenor, Julian Priester on trombone, Ray Bryant on piano and Bob Boswell on bass. Booker stakes his claim to Bemsha Swing, Connie's Bounce and A Little Sweet.

After leaving Max Roach's group, Booker free-lanced around New York and recorded four albums. The first, Down Home Reunion: Young Men From Memphis (April 15, 1959--United Artists) was very interesting for many reasons. It was a reunion of Booker's cohorts from Memphis, including George Coleman on tenor, Frank Strozier on alto, Booker and Louis Smith on trumpet, Phineas Newborn on piano, Calvin Newborn on guitar, George Joyner on bass and Charles Crosby on drums. It was a wide-open blowing session with the musicians locking horns on every tune. The highlight for me is the interplay between Booker and Louis Smith throughout the session. It is their only recorded meeting, but we definitely get a taste of what they must of sounded like on numerous New York and Memphis jam sessions.

Louis Smith made two excellent records for Blue Note as a leader, Here Comes Louis Smith (February 1958) featuring Cannonball Adderley, and Smithville (March 1958) featuring Charlie Rouse. Smith was member of Horace Silver's group and also recorded with Kenny Burrell. Although Smith was only seven years older than Booker, their styles are markedly different. While both men were indebted to Clifford Brown, Smith decidedly more so than Little, Booker was definitely aligned with Coltrane and the new school. Smith, who grew weary of the New York City lifestyle, moved to Michigan in the early sixties to teach at the university. He has released a series of beautiful records for Steeplechase over last 15 years featuring Junior Cook and George Coleman.

Next, is a recording by the Slide Hampton Octet entitled Slide! (October 1959--Strand). This session spotlights Booker and Freddie Hubbard on trumpet, George Coleman on tenor, Jay Cameron on baritone, Bernard McKinney on baritone horn, George Tucker on bass, Slide Hampton on trombone and Pete La Roca, Charli Persip and Kenny Dennis on drums. This project combined Slide's ambitious arrangements with some of modern jazz's finest young players, and the results are outstanding. Booker is featured on Newport, originally penned for Maynard Ferguson. Freddie Hubbard contributes an excellent solo on Woody 'n You.

Third, is a album with the wonderfully swinging vocalist Bill Henderson entitled simply Bill Henderson Sings (October 27, 1959--Vee Jay). This was the first of two meetings between Booker, and the then-current Miles Davis rhythm section of Wynton Kelly on piano, Paul Chambers on bass and Jimmy Cobb on drums. Rounding out the front-line were Yusef Lateef on tenor and Bernard McKinney on euphonium. Henderson led the group through wonderful renditions of Moanin', The Song Is You and You Make Me Feel So Young.

The final record Booker made before he returned to Max Roach's group was entitled The Fantastic Frank Strozier (February 2, 1960--Vee Jay). This date saw the return of the Miles Davis rhythm section of Wynton Kelly, Paul Chambers and Jimmy Cobb. Coupled with one of the most swinging trios ever assembled, Little and Strozier burn their way through a collection of standards, blues and originals in a straight up blowing session (the Japanese CD re-issue yields an additional 56 minutes of music). I feel this record shows Booker Little at his most relaxed, a joyous free-blowing outing.

After a year away Booker decided to rejoin Max Roach's quintet in February of 1960. Max's group had featured Tommy Turrentine on trumpet and Stanley Turrentine on tenor during Booker's absence. The group with the Turrentine's had recorded (January 1960) and traveled to Europe for an extended tour. Nat Hentoff wrote in his liner notes to Booker's Quartet album: "Being with Max," says Booker, "has been an enormous help to me. I learned, for one thing, that it's so important to be authoritative on your instrument. And from Max, even more than from horn soloists, I got the idea of how to tell a story. In general, what I basically learned from Max was the necessity of clean musicianship. Also, while with him, I learned a lot about the business--the true people and the not so true. Finally, from both Sonny Rollins and Max, I learned how much work is involved in perfecting yourself. They're both extraordinarily conscientious."

From April 1960 to September 1961, Booker was very active, recording fourteen albums. He continued his relationship with Max Roach and began to work with Eric Dolphy, as well as focusing on his own music. Booker's second album as a leader was simply titled Quartet (April 13 and 15, 1960--Time). This recording only contained one standard, as Booker's writing began to come to the fore. The originals on this are Opening Statement, Minor Sweet, Bee Tee's Minor Plea, Life's a Little Blue and The Grand Valse. Booker's fiery confidence is in full force during this session. Being his only quartet work, he really gets an opportunity to shine.

Next up is The Soul of Jazz Percussion (Summer 1960--Warwick), an album produced by vibist Teddy Charles. The personnel on this record include Booker, Donald Byrd, Marcus Belgrave and Don Ellis on trumpet, Curtis Fuller on trombone, Pepper Adams on baritone, Paul Chambers on bass, Bill Evans and Mal Waldron on piano, Philly Joe Jones on drums and many other percussionists. The groups vary in size and personnel. Booker shines on his own Witchfire. The trumpeters get to play together in various groupings.

Sounds of the Inner City (August 25, 1960--Warwick) finds Booker in another live setting, this time at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC with the Teddy Charles group. The personnel on this date are Booker Ervin on tenor, Teddy Charles on vibes, Mal Waldron on piano, Addison Farmer on bass and Ed Shaughnessy on drums. Ervin's huge, brawny tone and searing intensity provide a perfect foil for Little.

Next is Max Roach's We Insist--Freedom Now Suite (August 31 and September 6, 1960--Candid), a work with serious political and sociological overtones. The personnel from this session include Abbey Lincoln on vocals, Coleman Hawkins and Walter Benton on tenor, Booker on trumpet, Julian Priester on trombone, Max Roach and Olitunji on drums with many other percussionists. Oscar Brown Jr. and Max wrote Driva' Man, Freedom Day and All Africa as part of a long work to commemorate the centennial of the Emancipation Proclamation (1863-1963). Triptych: Prayer, Protest, Peace was written by Max for a ballet.

Newport Rebels (November 1, 1960--Candid) has an interesting story attached to it. In protest of the commercialization of the Newport Jazz Festival, Charles Mingus and Max Roach held their own alternative festival at nearby Cliff Walk. Those who participated included Coleman Hawkins, Roy Eldridge, Jo Jones and Kenny Dorham. This album tries to capture the flavor of that festival by reuniting the participants. Booker plays on one tune with both Max and Jo Jones drumming.

Eric Dolphy's Far Cry (December 21, 1960--New Jazz) is Booker's first recorded association with the saxophonist. The rhythm section includes Jaki Byard on piano, Ron Carter on bass and Roy Haynes on drums. Far Cry and Miss Ann (in particular) give Booker a marvelous springboard toward his unique ideas. The ensemble on Miss Ann is a thing of joy.

The beginning of 1961 saw Booker in familiar company for Abbey Lincoln's Straight Ahead (February 22, 1961--Candid). Coleman Hawkins is back on tenor (he guested with Max's working group six months earlier for We Insist--Freedom Now), along with Eric Dolphy on alto, Julian Priester on trombone, Walter Benton on tenor, Mal Waldron on piano, Art Davis on bass, Max Roach on drums and Abbey Lincoln on vocals. This date features excellent arrangements and fantastic contributions from Hawk. Lincoln was forging a new conception of vocal interpretation. Alongside Max, Dolphy and Little--she contributed mightily to the evolution of her instrument, modern jazz singing.

Booker's third album as a leader Out Front (March 17-April 4, 1961--Candid) has Eric Dolphy on alto, Julian Priester on trombone, Art Davis and Ron Carter on bass, Don Friedman on piano and Max Roach on drums. This album is the full realization of Booker Little the composer. The sheer beauty of his music is evident in every piece. His tone dark and burnished, his improvisations daring and inventive, and his lyricism poetic--Booker soars to new heights. On Strength and Sanity, he paints in broad sweeping stokes creating a tender portrait of himself. All the music on this album is unique to Booker Little--it's no wonder many consider it to be his finest work.

Booker joined Freddie Hubbard to form the trumpet section for John Coltrane's Africa/Brass (May 23-June 7, 1961--Impulse). Booker and Hub's role in this historic date was strictly section work.

The raw and exhilarating recordings that make up Eric Dolphy at the Five Spot Volumes 1, 2 and 3 (July 16, 1961--Prestige) grew out of a lengthy engagement during the summer of 1961. The quintet included Mal Waldron on piano, Richard Davis on bass and Ed Blackwell on drums. The club environment allowed the musicians to stretch out and experiment with the new music and it's ideas. Without the constraints of a recording studio and the restrictions that conventional settings normally inspire, Booker is able to create some of his most glorious solos, especially on his own Bee Vamp.

Booker's final recording with Max Roach was Percussion Bitter Sweet (August 1, 3, 8 and 9, 1961--Impulse). This date saw Booker joined by Eric Dolphy on alto (for the last time on record), Julian Preister on trombone, Clifford Jordan on tenor, Mal Waldron on piano, Art Davis on bass, Max Roach on drums, Potato Valdez on congas and many additional percussionists. Featuring multiple percussionists in various settings, Max achieves many individual colors to give each tune it's own special flavor. Booker's work on Mendacity is particularly outstanding.

Victory and Sorrow (August and September 1961--Bethlehem) is Booker Little's fourth record as a leader and his final recording. Beautifully through-composed like Out Front, this album has George Coleman on tenor, Julian Priester on trombone, Don Friedman on piano, Reggie Workman on bass and Pete LaRoca on drums. I find this album to be my personal favorite, alongside Out Front, for Booker's unadulterated genius. His maturity as a soloist had reached fruition, combining his unique harmonic approach with his innate lyricism and a rhythmic intensity shared by few of his contemporaries.

Booker was able to express his views on music very succinctly, and did so in a Metronome magazine interview with Robert Levin in Spring 1961:

"My background has been conventional and maybe because of that I haven't really become a leftist, though my ideas and tastes now might run left to a certain degree. I think the emotional aspect of music is the most important. A lot of guys, and I've been guilty of this too, put too much stress on the technical, and that's not hard to do when you've learned to play in school. I think this goes along with why a lot of trumpet players have come up lately sounding one way--like Clifford Brown. They say everyone's imitating him now and that's true in a way and a way it isn't. Clifford was a flashy trumpet player who articulated very well. He started a kind of trumpet playing that's partly an outgrowth of Fats Navarro--insofar as having a big sound, articulating well all over the instrument and having an even sound from top to bottom. Most of the younger guys, like myself, who started playing in school, they'd have the instructor driving at them, 'Okay, you gotta have a big sound, you gotta have this and that.' Consequently if they came in sounding like Miles, which is beautiful for jazz, they flunked the lessons. They turned toward someone else then, like Clifford Brown. Donald Byrd is a schooled trumpet player, and though he's away from that now, he'll never really be able to throw it out of his mind."

"Those who have no idea how 'classical' music is constructed are definitely at a loss--it's a definite foundation. I don't think it should be carried to the point where you have to say this is this kind of phrase and this is that kind of development. Deep in your mind though, you should maintain these thoughts and not just throw a phrase in without it answering itself or leading to something else. Say I know the chord I want the piano player to play and I give it to him. But the other instruments won't necessarily be playing that chord. Most of the guys who are thinking completely conventionally--they'd say 'Well maybe you've got a wrong note in there.' But I can't think in terms of wrong notes--in fact, I don't hear any notes as being wrong. It's a matter of knowing how to integrate the notes and, if you must, how to resolve them. Because if you insist that this note or that note is wrong I think you're thinking conventionally--technically, and forgetting about emotion. And I don't think that anyone would deny that more emotion can be reached and expressed outside of the conventional diatonic way of playing which consists of whole-steps and half-steps. There's more emotion that can be expressed by the notes that are played flat. Say it's a B-flat, but you play it flat and it's not an A and it's not a B-flat, it's between them and in places you can employ that and I think it has great values. Or say the clash of a B-natural against a B-flat.

"I'm interested in putting sounds against sounds and I'm interested in freedom also. But I have respect for form. I think sections of a piece can sometimes be played, say on a basic undersound which doesn't limit the soloist. You wouldn't necessarily tell him how many choruses to take. You say 'You blow awhile. You try and build your story and resolve it.'

"There are alot of people who think the new direction should be to abolish form and others who feel that it should be to unite 'classical' forms with jazz. The relationship between 'classical' and jazz is close, but I don't think you have to employ a 'classical' technique as such to get something that jells. I think the main reason a lot of people are going into it is because jazz hasn't developed as far as composition is concerned. It's usually a twelve bar written segment and then everybody goes for themselves. Personally, I don't think it's necessary to do either of these things to accomplish something different and new. And I think sometimes a conscious effort to do something different and new isn't as good as natural effort.

"In my own work I'm particularly interested in the possibilities of dissonance. If it's a consonant sound it's going to sound smaller. The more dissonance, the bigger the sound. It sounds like more horns; in fact, you can't always tell how many there are. And your shadings can be more varied. Dissonance is a tool to achieve these things.

"Most people who don't listen often, say jazz is a continuous pounding and this is something I can feel too. I think there are so many emotions that can't be expressed with that going on. There are certain feelings that you might want to express that you could probably express better if you didn't have that beat. Up until now, if you wanted to express a sad or moody feeling, you would play the blues. But it can be done in other ways."

Through all of this, one word keeps coming up in describing Booker--beauty. Booker Little was everything we should strive to become as musicians. Dedicated to the creation of his music and always striving toward new horizons.

Booker Little died on October 5, 1961 of uraemic poisoning (a blood disorder) at the age of 23.

The genius of Booker Little will always be with us through his wondrous recordings and from talking to the people who knew him.

Discographical Notes

Discrepancies exist for the dates on two of the recordings. The Many Sides of Max Roach had listings for February 1959 as well as September 22, 1959. The same problem exists with Award Winning Drummer which had listings for November 25, 1958 and November 25, 1959. First, according to Little's own interviews, he left Max at the end of February 1959 and didn't rejoin until August 1960. Secondly, the working band of Spring 1959 until at least March 1960 featured Stanley Turrentine on tenor, Tommy Turrentine on trumpet, Julian Priester on trombone and Bob Boswell on bass. This group recorded four albums during this period--Buddy Rich vs Max Roach (April 1959--Mercury), Quiet As It's Kept (January 1, 1960--Mercury), As Long As You're Living (February 5, 1960--Enja) and Parisian Sketches (March 1, 1960--Mercury). This group also recorded an album with Abbey Lincoln and Ray Bryant entitled Moon Faced and Starry Eyed (October 1960--Mercury). To me, these points invalidate both of the Fall 1959 dates.

While speaking with Kenny Washington, he told me about an extremely rare recording on the Strand label (the same label as the Slide Hampton Octet recording) by vocalist Pat Thomas entitled Jazz Patterns. The musicians are unaccredited, but Kenny says Booker's participation is unmistakable.

Unfortunately, not every recording discussed is currently in print on compact disc. The following is a list of the available titles: Deeds Not Words, Defiant Ones (Booker Little 4), Award Winning Drummer, Many Sides of Max, Down Home Reunion, Slide!, Fabulous Frank Strozier, Quartet, Soul of Jazz Percussion, Sounds of the Inner City, We Insist--Freedom Now, Newport Rebels, Far Cry, Out Front, Africa/Brass, Five Spot Volumes 1-3, Percussion Bitter Suite and Victory & Sorrow.

Kenny Washington assembled an excellent collection of Max Roach's work for Mercury and Emarcy entitled Alone Together (Verve). This two cd set features Clifford Brown on cd 1 and Kenny Dorham, Booker Little and Tommy Turrentine on cd 2. The second disc has A Night in Tunisia and La Villa from Max Roach plus 4 at Newport as well as selections from the above mentioned Tommy Turrentine featured groups.

Since this article was published in 1999, Mosaic Records has issued The Complete Mercury Max Roach Plus Four Sessions which has the entire recorded output of Max on Mercury. This wonderful set features all of Booker's work with Max on Mercury. Kenny Dorham, Tommy Turrentine, Sonny Rollins and George Coleman are also on these landmark recordings. Mosaic has also released The Complete Vee Jay Paul Chambers/Wynton Kelly Sessions 1959-1961 which includes the complete Frank Strozier/Booker Little session.

Special thanks to Nat Hentoff, Kenny Washington and Dave Miller for input and assistance.

Photo courtesy of: Don Schlitten

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Peter Hook: 'New Order has split up!'


Bassist hits back at his former bandmates.

Ex-New Order bassist Peter Hook, who left the band after New Order's Bernard Sumner and Stephen Morris declared him no longer part of the set-up, has declared the band defunct.

He has threatened to sue the pair over continuing under the New Order banner.

Previously, Hook had told NME.COM that New Order wouldn't be continuing.

This prompted a statement from Sumner and Morris declaring that New Order was active, but from now Hook would not be part of the set-up.

Addressing Sumner and Morris, Hook wrote on his MySpace page: "This group [New Order] has split up! You are no more New Order than I am! You may have two thirds, but don't assume you have the rights to do anything 'New Order-ey', because you don't. I've still got a third! But I'm open to negotiation."

He signed the statement off by writing, "See you in court!"

The full statement is on Peter Hook's MySpace Blog.


[via nme.com]

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John Cale is playing at my house


They are both stars of New York's music scene - pioneers of the coolest pop, separated by 30 years. James Murphy and John Cale get together with Dorian Lynskey to compare notes across a generation.

The Gagosian Gallery in Beverly Hills is one of those dazzlingly white exhibition spaces that can make even three chairs arranged around a table resemble an art installation. In one of those chairs sits John Cale, who should feel right at home. Arriving in New York from Wales in the mid 1960s, he formed the Velvet Underground with Lou Reed and came under the wing of Andy Warhol. Since leaving the band in 1968, he has traced an unpredictable path between solo albums, film scores, and production work.

At 67, Cale looks simply extraordinary. The lines on his tanned face are sleek and bold, as if etched in stone, and his hair, bleached, tufted and partially dyed red, sticks out like a cockatoo's feathers. His baritone crackles and booms around the gallery.

Next to him is 37-year-old James Murphy, whose diverse dance-rock hybrids as half of Brooklyn-based production duo DFA and linchpin of LCD Soundsystem have made him one of this decade's most pioneering producers. Vaguely resembling a cartoon bear, he is a witty, garrulous conversationalist, only slightly cowed by meeting a lifelong musical hero. "This is a big deal for me," he tells Cale, who responds with a cheerful salute.

We have convened their first ever face-to-face meeting not just because LCD Soundsystem's current single, All My Friends, features a version by Cale, but because they have much in common, including New York, sonic innovation and a reputation for getting their own way. But it's equally interesting to note the differences between Murphy, the vinyl-fetishising romantic who feels he was born too late, and Cale, the ardent technophile gushing over internet radio, download platforms and the logistics of Daft Punk's live shows.

John, when did you first hear LCD Soundsystem?

John Cale: Daft Punk Is Playing at My House. Catchy. The great thing about All My Friends is that I could sing along with it. His range is exactly mine.

James, when did you discover John's music?

James Murphy: My best friend across the street had older brothers, so that was my first experience of Velvet Underground records. I like the mystery of rock. My whole education in music was hearsay and that has so much more power than being able to Google it. I remember the cover of [Cale's 1974 album] Fear really scared me.

JC: Those were some cheekbones. [Producer] Chris Thomas saw me in the studio and said, 'I'm worried about you. You don't look well at all.' And I thought I looked really nice and svelte. [Grinning madly] 'I'm fine. I'm having a great time!'

John, you've lived in New York on and off for more than 40 years. When you heard LCD Soundsystem's album, did the lyric, "New York I love you but you're bringing me down" strike a chord?

JC: Yeah, that's New York. I still love New York.

JM: How can you not?

JC: It's the centre of aggro. Michael Bloomberg has done a great job of cleaning up the city but man, ride the subway. Then you get it.

JM: It still smells like piss. No amount of money can change that.

James, you grew up in small-town New Jersey. Do you ever feel you missed the city at its best?

JM: All the time. Because I'm by far the youngest in the family. I remember growing up and thinking of my own birth year as comically recent. During my favourite era of music, I was too young or non-existent. When I look at 1968 to 74, watching everything getting turned upside down, and record companies run by weirdos, and genuinely strange music becoming hits ... [To Cale] Do you feel that knowing people who weren't musicians helped?

JC: I'll tell you the best thing [Allen] Ginsberg did for me. He came over to La Monte [Young]'s when we were rehearsing and I'd been in New York for like three months. I was very green. Very few people could understand what I was saying because I had a really thick Welsh accent. The first thing he said to me was, 'Have you got any friends?' And it was just like bam! [Mimes a deflating balloon] All the air went out of me. He said, 'In New York the hardest thing is to find friends. You have to go out and physically hold on to them. I remember that. I don't have a lot of friends from Wales and that's a studied pose, I suppose. My daughter is crazy about learning Welsh. I think she's bonkers. I don't know where it came from. She found [the Welsh community] in New York a year ago. I don't want to know! Please! I've been running away!

Let's talk about originality in music. John, with the Velvets did it feel like you were making something genuinely new?

JC: Yeah, it did. The minute we slowed Venus in Furs down from a folk song and had the drone in there. We went through a lot of drones and detuned guitars. We were perverse. [Smiling devilishly] I mean in a lot of ways, but we detuned the guitars so that nobody could figure out how the hell we did it. Nobody's going to come close.

JM: I don't even really consider originality. Outside of sampling, you don't get more brazen about influences than me. If I was to compare what I'm doing to Nina Simone or the Velvets or something that was creating space in a very different time, I'd be crushed. So I just try to be like, well, what can I do that makes sense to me in 2007? I can't play by the same rules as the music that I love.

Are you happy when you've finished a record?

JC: I'm really exhilarated, but it's mainly the exhilaration of finishing a crossword. It's always about the next one. You just plough ahead.

John, you worked as a producer on seminal records by, among others, Patti Smith, the Stooges, and Nick Drake. Was that as much luck as design?

JC: Absolutely. I was trying to get a gig. I didn't have a job. I was looking to pay for breakfast. And [Elektra Records founder Jac Holzman] said, 'Yeah, yeah, if the right thing comes along,' and sure enough the right thing was the Stooges. You look at someone and think, 'This is what this person is going to be.' There's nothing you can really change. They have a magic. Iggy had this way of threatening the audience and then embracing them the next minute. He was a chameleon. And Patti had a preacher's verve.

JM: I was a terrible, terrible producer through the entire 1990s. About eight bands in a row broke up after working with me. I'd bring in records and be like, 'Have you heard this?' And then two guys would be like, 'What are we doing? Our band sucks.' [Cale roars with laughter] So I was bad news for a long time. And then the Rapture [Murphy produced the band's 2003 album Echoes] was absolutely brutal. I was very aggressive and fucked up. I used to believe shit needed to get crazy for it to get good and I was going to bring the crazy. I think I did them an occasional disservice.

Do you have unusual ways of describing music?

JM: I remember watching a performance of Strange Brew by Cream on TV. Eric Clapton's all puffed up and playing like he's got a powdered wig. [Pulls a Lord Snooty face] And I remember thinking that's what the guitar sounds like! It's a little braggy but kind of foppish. It's like a rapier rather than a broadsword. That face is the gesture I come up with most. The other one is the monkey gesture. [Lets his arms hang down and mouth droop] The Stooges are kings of that.

JC: I remember watching the Searchers on [New York DJ] Murray the K's Christmas show, and he ripped this guitar solo that was just scalding. I remember thinking, 'How the fuck did he do that?' And that's one of the things about rock'n'roll. There's something that happened at that particular time and that particular place, and if you can get that down on record ...

JM: You have to make the space for it, though. I think there's more and more space for getting it "right" and less and less space for getting it special. That "momentness" is something I find less and less.

JC: Miles [Davis] would get you in the moment. He went destroying everything that went before him just so you could get to now. I really like that. I always try to invent something on stage that nobody's heard before. [I like it when] you don't know what you're doing.

JM: There should be fear there.

JC: Right, right. Because when something happens you are so over the moon. Bam! There it is. What I can't get enough of is that process of becoming something. I don't know what I want to become. I don't think it's important. It's the fear, the uncertainty, the blindness.

· LCD Soundsystem's single All My Friends is out now on DFA/EMI. John Cale's Circus: Live album is out now on EMI. LCD Soundsystem play the O2 Wireless Festival in London tomorrow and Leeds on Sunday

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Track by track review: GoodBooks debut album


After listening to and reviewing Control in real time, Jude Rogers - the Jack Bauer of GUM - urges you to go down to your nearest lending library now and check it out.

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R.E.M., David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Bad Brains set for Cobain film soundtrack



Tracks by R.E.M., David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Bad Brains and Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard will be found on the soundtrack to "Kurt Cobain -- About a Son," due Sept. 11 via Barsuk.

The film is told in Cobain's voice from audiotapes utilized by Michael Azzerad on his Nirvana book "Come As You Are." It will be released theatrically in the fourth quarter, with a DVD to follow shortly thereafter.

Some of the audio clips are woven through the album track list, which features R.E.M.'s "New Orleans Instrumental No. 1," Bowie's "The Man Who Sold the World," Pop's "The Passenger," Bad Brains' "Banned in D.C." and songs by such Cobain influences as the Melvins, the Vaselines, the Butthole Surfers and Scratch Acid.

Gibbard's cover of Beat Happening's "Indian Summer," as well as a score piece with Steve Fisk, are exclusive to the album.

Here is the track list for "Kurt Cobain -- About a Son":

"Overture," Steve Fisk and Ben Gibbard
Audio: Never Intended
"Motorcycle Song," Arlo Guthrie
"Eye Flys," the Melvins
Audio: Punk Rock
"Banned in D.C.," Bad Brains
"Up Around the Bend," Creedence Clearwater Revival
"Put Some Sugar on It," Half Japanese
"Son of a Gun," the Vaselines
"Graveyard," Butthole Surfers
Audio: Hardcore Was Dead
"Owner's Lament," Scratch Acid
"Touch Me I'm Sick," Mudhoney
Audio: Car Radio
"The Passenger," Iggy Pop
"The Borgeois Blues," Leadbelly
"New Orleans Instrumental No. 1," R.E.M.
Audio: The Limelight
"The Man Who Sold the World," David Bowie
"Museum," Mark Lanegan
"Indian Summer," Ben Gibbard

[via sidetrackfilms.com]

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Kurt Cobain: About A Son - Behind the Movie That's Moving Audiences to Tears



Since a bit of footage from Kurt Cobain: About a Son hit the Web, there’s been a lot of speculation about the movie, due in October. So we got the scoop straight from the film’s co-producer, Come As You Are: The Story of Nirvana author Michael Azerrad, who first met Cobain to interview him for a Rolling Stone cover story.

You’ll hear only one voice in About a Son — Cobain’s — and there’s no footage of Nirvana or even Kurt himself in the film, which Azerrad reiterated isn’t a documentary but a retelling of Cobain’s life in his own words. “It was more about bringing him into the realm of a three-dimensional human being, not the cartoon rock icon,” says Azerrad, who drew from a bank of more than twenty-five hours of previously unheard audio tape for the project, which was directed by AJ Shnack. “It’s not a look back at Kurt, it’s a look into Kurt.”
The visuals are comprised of award-winning cinematography shot on 35 mm film of the three Washington cities in which the rocker lived throughout his life: Aberdeen, Olympia and Seattle. One final image of Cobain shows up at the end of the film, but Azerrad declined to reveal it (“It’s like giving away the end of Harry Potter”). There’s no Nirvana music on the soundtrack, either. Instead, the film is set to an emotional original score by Death Cab for Cutie’s Ben Gibbard and a collection of Cobain’s favorite artists including Queen, David Bowie, Mudhoney and Iggy Pop (the soundtrack will get a September 11 release on Barsuk).

“We haven’t really heard him speak at length, so just to hear his voice is such a tremendous insight into his personality,” says Azerrad, who adds that many people have left screenings in tears. Cobain drops a lot of hints about his impending suicide in the tapes, but Azerrad says he probably chose not to believe it when the pair were spending hours together talking candidly. “You’re so close, or it’s just so improbable, that you just sort of ignore it,” he says. “So, if there’s a practical lesson in the film it’s that — listen to him speak, he was telling people what he was going to do.”

[via rollingstone.com]

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Kiss singer/guitarist Paul Stanley has a heart attack

Kiss singer/guitarist suffered a sudden heart ailment prior to the band's Friday show at Soboba Casino in San Jacinto, Calif., necessitating the group play without him as a trio for the first time in its 30-plus-year career.

"During sound check, my heart spontaneously jumped to 190 plus beats per minute where it stayed for over an hour necessitating paramedics to start an IV and give me a shot to momentarily stop my heart and get it into a normal pattern," Stanley said on the Kiss Web site. "Not knowing if this episode was life threatening made it even more exhausting," Stanley's present condition is unknown.

At the show, bassist Gene Simmons, guitarist Tommy Thayer and drummer Eric Singer did their best to cover for Stanley, with fans from the audience helping out with vocals on "Christine Sixteen" and Singer taking the mic for "Nothin' to Lose" and "Black Diamond."

The show was the last of three Kiss had on tap for this summer. As previously reported, the second volume of the group's "Kissology" archival series is due Aug. 14.

[via billboard.com]

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Coming soon! New Babyshambles LP


Babyshambles announced details of their second album about five hours ago. After some deliberation, we've decided to run it as a newsy.

The record, which at the time of 'press' remains untitled, was produced by Stephen Street and will be out to buy sometime in the autumn; which, if seasonal shifts continue to occur, could be at 8pm tonight or December '09.

A weather joke! Ya get me?! Here's what's on it:

'Carry On Up The Morning'
'Delivery'
'You Talk'
'Unbilotitled'
'Side Of The Road'
'Crumb Begging'
'Unstookietitled'
'French Dog Blues'
'Kirsten Dunst'
'There She Goes'
'Baddies' Boogie'
'Deft Left Hand'
'The Lost Art Of Murder'
'Kirsten Dunst (reprise)'

A single will be released on September 16th, it will probably be 'Delivery'.

[via Drowned In Sound]

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Devendra Announces Thunder Canyon Tracklist; Streams Two Tracks on MySpace


"Shabop Shalom"!

The delightfully bent Devendra Banhart has slipped us the tracklist to his forthcoming opus Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon, and, despite the decidedly frowny feeling one gets from the absence of both "Hubba Hubba Planet" and "Electric Pizza Cops", it's still rather Devendran in its manner. Take, for example, "Tonada Yanominista", or "Shabop Shalom"; a little odd, I suppose, but it seems Devendra's letting the musical weirdness trump the bizarre nomenclature.

Speaking of which, Devendra will be streaming two tunes from Smokey on his MySpace. That'll be the first crack you get at Smokey, nearly two months before its September 25 release on XL. UPDATE: "Tonada Yanomaminista" and "Rosa" are up now!!!

In other Devendra news, his contribution to that Janet Reno CD drops a week before Thunder Canyon, and he's got a tour afoot. Dates after the tracklist.

Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon:

01 Cristobal
02 So Long Old Bean
03 Samba Vexillographica
04 Seahorse
05 Bad Girl
06 Seaside
07 Shabop Shalom
08 Tonada Yanomaminista
09 Rosa
10 Saved
11 Lover
12 Carmencita
13 The Other Woman
14 Freely
15 Remember
16 My Dearest Friend

Devendra live:

08-10 Oslo, Norway - Øya Festival
08-11 Gothenburg, Sweden - Way Out West Festival
08-13 Hamburg, Germany - Knust
08-15 Cologne, Germany - Gebaude 9
08-16 Hasselt, Belgium - Pukkelpop Festival
08-17 Biddinghuizen, Netherlands - Lowlands Festival
08-19 Brecon Beacons Powys, Wales - Glanusk Park (Green Man Festival)
08-21 Paris, France - L'Europeen
08-23 Glasgow, Scotland - The Arches
08-24 Leeds, England - Leeds Festival
08-26 Reading, England Reading Festival
09-01 Vancouver, British Columbia - Commodore Ballroom *
09-02 Seattle, WA - Bumbershoot Festival *
09-04 Portland, OR - Crystal Ballroom *
09-06 Santa Cruz, CA - Rio Theater *
09-07 Berkeley, CA - Zellerbach Hall *
09-10 Denver, CO - Ogden Theatre (Native American benefit) #
09-12 Omaha, NE - Sokol Auditorium #
09-13 Lawrence, KS - Liberty Hall Theater #
09-15 Minneapolis, MN - First Avenue #
09-16 Milwaukee, WI - Pabst Theater #
09-18 Chicago, IL - Portage Theater !
09-19 Detroit, MI - Majestic Theater !
09-21 Toronto, Ontario - Danforth Music Hall !
09-22 Montreal, Quebec - Le National !
09-23 Burlington, VT - Davis Center Grand Ballroom at University of Vermont !
09-25 Boston, MA - Roxy Ballroom !
09-27 New York, NY - Grand Ballroom !
09-29 Philadelphia, PA - Theatre of Living Arts !
10-01 Washington, DC - Sixth & I Historic Synagogue !
10-04 Nashville, TN - City Hall $
10-06 Dallas, TX - Granada Theater $
10-07 Austin, TX - La Zona Rosa $
10-09 Albuquerque, NM - Sunshine Theater (Native American benefit) %
10-10 Tucson, AZ - Rialto Theater %
10-12 Phoenix, AZ - Marquee Theater %
10-13 Los Angeles, CA - Orpheum Theatre %

* with Noah Georgeson
# with Rio En Medio
! with Matteah Baim
$ with Jana Hunter
% with Hecuba

[via Pitchforkmedia]

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GoodBooks album out on iTunes UK today


With Control being released on Monday, album reviews have been rife. And actually, they've all been very complimentary. Here are some of our favourites...

"A triumphant debut from start to finish, showcasing a host of ideas that should see GoodBooks rise to the top of the indie hounds" - Gigwise, 4.5/5

"This album is a stunning debut from an even more stunning band. GoodBooks are the future of indie-Pop; cherish them" - Contact Music, 9/10

"Control is a classic, intoxicating. irresistible" - NME, 7/10

"A succession of great singles, set them apart from most of the pale-indie-boy competition.. wonderful songs." - The Sunday Times

"Orange Juice or Talking Heads beefed up for maximum dancefloor impact. executed to particularly winning effect." - The Guardian

"This mash between traditional old school and fuzzy post-Bloc Party fuses illustriously to deliver a sparkling album of beauty" - Disorder, 7/10

"GoodBooks are one of the best new bands in Britain. Their songs are fresh, chaotic but meticulously executed to create a sound not only for the here and now, but a sound for the future. Whether it's still raining, or the sun finally decides to make an appearance, make sure you take the time to add 'Control' to your life" - Control Yourself, 8.5/10

"Goodbooks' desire to beat against the current makes their debut album all the the more unusual - and all the more exciting" - Music OMH, 4/5

"The twelve songs on this album show off a great deal of talent; a novel disc, one that no-doubt, will become a bestseller" - Leeds Music Scene, 4.5/5

"This band are often fiercely underrated and overlooked, but this album is definitely a turning point that is set to blast them into stratospheric proportions. It�¢??s time to get excited" - Supersweet, 9/10

"One of 07's best albums yet... a wonderful debut" - Music Fan's Mic, 8/10

"An impressive debut; captivating" - Neu! Magazine, 8/10

Control is out Monday, and is available on CD & 12" from HMV, Virgin and all good indie stores. You can also download a deluxe edition of the album (3 bonus tracks, oh yes) from iTunes for a small price of £5.99. That offer will only apply for a week from release though, so don't hang about.

[For this week only, the iTunes deluxe edition of Control is £5.99]

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Ozzy Osbourne treated in Denver hospital

DENVER (Reuters) - Ozzy Osbourne was treated at a Denver hospital for "a minor outpatient procedure" over the weekend before flying to the next stop on his latest tour, his management company said on Sunday.

His ailment was not disclosed, but NBC affiliate KUSA-TV reported on its Web site that Osbourne underwent surgery for a blood clot on Saturday night following a show. He had complained of leg pain for most of the day, KUSA said.

A spokesman for the 58-year-old musician did not immediately reply to an email seeking more information. A statement from Osbourne's management read: "Ozzy Osbourne had a minor outpatient procedure at Rose Medical Center late last night. He was released early this morning and is doing well."

It added that Osbourne is currently in Kansas City, Missouri, where he is scheduled to perform on Monday. Osbourne, who rose to fame in the 1970s as vocalist with heavy metal pioneers Black Sabbath, is headlining the annual Ozzfest tour.

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Sunday, July 29, 2007

Billie Holiday Remixed reviewed by the New York Times


NYTIMES.COM: Five years ago the apparitional rasp of Billie Holiday brought a whiff of desolation to “Verve Remixed,” the album that sparked a vogue for jazz-meets-D.J. compilations. The better of her two tracks on the album was produced by Tricky, who found a way to make “Strange Fruit” even stranger, in the word’s most foreboding sense. A triumph of its kind, it’s also a stark anomaly. (You don’t hear “Strange Fruit” in retail and coffee chains. At least here’s hoping you don’t.) It’s no surprise then that “Billie Holiday: Remixed & Reimagined,” due out next week from Columbia/Legacy, lacks a moment as chilling as that one. Instead the album suggests a high-gloss fluorescent idyll. This is bad news for Holiday on most tracks — like the Tony Humphries techno remix of “But Beautiful” — even if it’s good news for the people who will gently sway, or gingerly sip, to the sound of her processed avatar. Yet redeeming exceptions can be found, including a frisky “Trav’lin’ All Alone” produced by Nickodemus and Zeb. (Nickodemus and Jazzy Nice, another of the album’s more successful interlopers, will spin some of this material at the South Street Seaport on Friday night.) Perhaps the executive producer, Scott Schlachter, who oversaw a similar project involving Nina Simone last year, emerged from this one with a new appreciation of Holiday’s miraculous Columbia catalog. Anyone else with that aim should bypass all middlemen; the remixes may be modish, but the originals are timelessly modern.

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Billie Holiday Remixed & Reimagined


Billie Holiday's Remixed & Reimagined showcases the 20th century's preeminent jazz vocalist - and also one of the most important female artists of all time - as never heard before.

The latest installment of this critically-acclaimed series, Billy Holiday's most heartfelt vintage master-tape performances were selected and bestowed upon the most groove-worthy remixers and producers of the 21st century, including DJ Logic, Tony Humphries, Nicodemus, Charles Feelgood, Swingsett, Jazzy Nice, and Organica.

The result of these two worlds colliding is a heart-stopping manifesto of love, beauty, rhythm, and poetry that beguiles, teases, and embraces the sweet spot of absolutely anyone with an open mind.

About the remixers

Mecca the Ladybug - Best known for her contributions in the “hip-hop bebop” movement in the 1990’s, Ladybug Mecca and her group Digable Planets have earned both a Grammy and a Billboard award for their platinum smash album which sampled from both Curtis Mayfield and Sonny Rollins.

Fabio Morgera - Impressive and innovative, trumpeter Fabio Morgera has toured with RnB superstar Maxwell, collaborated with DJ Smash at the legendary dance party Giant Step, and has recorded with many DJ’s including Louie Vega, Eric Kupper, Spinna, and Mark Farina.

Tony Humphries - With over 200 studio remixes spanning his career, Humphries entertains dance music fans with his style of uptempo soul music featuring the unique sounds of Janet Jackson, Chaka Khan, Donna Summer, Karen White, and hundreds more.

Nickodemus - He has deep roots in the NYC dance-funk scene and was the creator of “Turntables on the Hudson” – the groundbreaking first outdoor dance party in NYC that featured genre-mixing spinning and live music.

Madison Park - While best known for their Billboard Dance chart hits, “Ocean Drive” and remake of Roxy Music’s “More Than This”, Madison Park is a growing force on the global dance scene with their pop infused music featuring elements of dance, nu-jazz, and neo-soul

DJ Logic - He started his career of mixing jazz and dance in 1996 with funk trio Martin, Medeski & Wood and has since become the most celebrated of his craft working with everyone from Ben Harper, Jack Johnson, the Allman Brothers, Phish, Soulive, ?uestlove, Sun Ra, Ray Charles, John Mayer, Maroon 5, and countless more.

Organica - Scott Schlachter - The producer and remixer behind the Billboard Dance Chart hits featuring songs by artists such as Billie Holiday, Kurupt, Jayo Felony, and Cubb Rock.

DJ Swingsett - Rated as one of the Top 100 International DJ’s, DJ Swingsett is celebrated for his unique style of mixing that is heavily influenced by nujazz, soul, jazz, hip-hop and breaks.

Takuya - Takuya has gained attention from underground music lovers and dancers for his mixing of moody downtempo pieces with jazz beats, trumpets, keyboards, and his collaborative works with the Organic Grooves house band.

Billie Holiday - Remixed and Re-Imagined
The most heartfelt vintage master-tape performances of Billie Holiday—quite simply, the 20th century’s preeminent jazz vocalist—were selected and then bestowed upon the most groove-worthy remixers of the 21st century. Remixers include Tony Humphries, DJ Logic, Charles Feelgood, Swingsett, Nickodemus, Jazzy Nice, Organica, and more. Also included are trumpet player Fabio Morgera (from the Grammy®-nominated Groove Collective) and Lady Day Mecca (from the Grammy®-winning Digable Planets). The result is this 14-track gem—a heart-stopping manifesto of love, beauty, rhythm and poetry. Had she been born 70 years later, there’s little doubt that this is the kind of soulful sound Billie Holiday would have totally dug. World’s colliding, indeed. But in the most beautiful way possible. [e-card].

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Frankie (Valli) says: "Remix Me!"


The doo-wop legend and writer of Grease (Is the Word), Frankie “Falsetto” Valli, is emerging as the surprise hit of the summer.

Valli has scored this summer’s big dance hit thanks to a Parisian DJ called Pilooski, who has remixed the Four Seasons’ 1967 track, Beggin’. A T-shirt with the slogan “Frankie Says ReEdit” is proving to be as popular as the remix itself, and the indie ravers the Klaxons have covered the northern soul favourite The Night.

Most suprising, however, is that a greatest hits collection, released this week, is being put out by 679 Recordings, a small leftfield label best known for being the home of Mike Skinner’s the Streets.

Valli, 73, was unavailable to comment on his new label mate but a 679 spokesperson would say: “Frankie’s music is timeless and relevant to acts today such as Mark Ronson and Amy Winehouse. It needed to be available for a new generation.”

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Bob Dylan turns to hip hop remix


Bob Dylan lets the dance world’s hottest producer Mark Ronson remix one of his songs.

When Bob Dylan “went electric” he provoked howls of protest. But now the mercurial musician has taken an even more unlikely turn after sanctioning the first hip-hop remix of one of his classic songs.

Dylan has agreed to let Mark Ronson, the dance world’s hottest producer, weave his magic on Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine), the bittersweet break-up song from his 1966 album Blonde on Blonde.

After years of rejecting all offers to remix his catalogue, Dylan, 66, has decided that a dancefloor makeover is the best way to introduce his generation-defining work to a new teenage audience.

The London-born Ronson is the DJ hitmaker behind Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen. He recently turned a song by The Smiths into a pop hit.

Ronson’s update of Dylan’s bluesy track is expected to fill dancefloors and top the singles chart. The Radio 1 DJ Zane Lowe will give the song its first airing next week.

When Elvis Presley’s estate sanctioned a remix of his A Little Less Conversation in 2002 it became a global No 1 and revitalised interest in “The King”. Dylan’s record company is hoping to prompt a similar revival in his popularity before issuing a retrospective of his work in the autumn.

Mike Smith, managing director of Columbia Records, told The Times: “It is the first time Bob has agreed to anything like this. We want to bring his music to an audience unfamiliar with Dylan in a similar fashion to the Elvis campaign.”

Ronson and Smith were invited to trawl through the entire Dylan catalogue for a suitable track to reinvent. Smith said: “We hit on You’ll Go Your Way because it already has a great rhythmic breakbeat. It’s also got a timeless, universal lyric.

“It’s not such a familiar song that people will cry, ‘Sacrilege’. It will also confound people’s expectations of Bob, which he has done throughout his career.”

When Dylan strapped on an electric guitar in 1966, he was famously called “Judas” by one fan who could not accept the singer’s transition from acoustic troubadour. His sudden swerve into dance music may be the final straw for some.

Smith said: “We hope the fans will see this as an addition to the canon, not a desecration. It’s a new interpretation of Bob’s world and adds to the mystery. We all approached the remix with respect and awe.”

Ronson said: “It’s the first time Bob Dylan has given anyone the original multi-tracks of his songs to do remixes. I’m a huge Dylan fan, so it’s a great honour, along with the fact that he heard it and approved it, because, as you imagine, he’d be quite picky.”

Dylan is enjoying a creative resurgence with Modern Times, his 44th album, topping the US charts. His never-ending tour continues and his puckish radio show, which features classic folk, jazz and blues, has become a BBC Radio 2 hit.

He is not the only rock veteran to succumb to the remix temptation. The Beatles’ Love, the soundtrack to a Las Vegas stage show, comprises elements of their most famous songs stitched together under the direction of Sir George Martin.

But their lawyers were less pleased when the DJ Danger Mouse created The Grey Album by mixing raps from Jay-Z’s Black album with the Beatles’ White Album. The acclaimed results were removed from the public domain.

The Dylan remix will be included on a 51-track, three-CD career retrospective, to be released in October.

Other changes of note

— Charlotte Church did not just have the Voice of an Angel, but the public image of one, too. Then she ended her successful classical singing career with her first pop album, Tissues and Issues, in 2005. She has since left her record label

— Sting has repeatedly reinvented his musical style but last year’s album was the most radical yet. Songs from the Labyrinth was composed entirely of 16th-century music performed on the lute

— Prince renounced his moniker and took a symbol as his “official name” in 1993. He later became The Artist Formally Known as Prince, simply The Artist, and now, it seems, Prince once again

— Paul McCartney has turned from pop and rock to produce several classical albums, most notably Standing Stone in 1997. His latest classical work, Ecce Cor Meum (Behold My Heart), was voted Album of the Year in the Classical Brit Awards in May

— The Who composed and performed an 11-song mini-opera at the BBC Electric Proms last year

— Cat Stevens was a successful pop singer and songwriter in 1966-78 before becoming a Muslim. He took the name Yusuf Islam, gave up his performing career and dedicated himself to education and philanthropy. In 2006 he released his first album for nearly 30 years

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The Stooges to play 'Fun House' in Las Vegas


It's the first time the landmark album is performed in the US.

The Stooges have announced that they will perform their album 'Fun House' in its entirety for the very first time in the US.

Iggy Pop and company will play their landmark 1970 album at Las Vegas' Vegoose Festival, which is set to take place October 27 and 28 at Sam Boyd Stadium.

Joining The Stooges on the bill for the Halloween festival are Muse, Rage Against The Machine, Queens Of The Stone Age, The Shins, Public Enemy, and Daft Punk, as previously reported.

Tickets are set to go on sale tomorrow (July 28). For further information, visit Vegoose.com.

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The Hives @ 100 Club, London


Out of the spotlight for the past three years, Hives frontman Howlin' Pelle Almqvist grabs his moment with predictable force. Midway through the band's low-key return to the capital, he asks the crowd to make a pledge. "Repeat after me," he commands. "I solemnly swear to follow the Hives, and the Hives only for the rest of my life."
Even taking into account the fact that this is a band who, in terms of self-belief, are the missing link between Muhammad Ali and Little Richard, Almqvist is asking a lot. Once at the vanguard of the garage rock movement, by the time of their last album, 2004's prophetically titled Tyrannosaurus Hives, the Swedish five-piece and their 60s-indebted rhythms had been pushed to the edge of extinction by the more adaptable charms of the Strokes and the Libertines.

Though they have sought out the talents of Timbaland and Pharrell Williams for their as yet unnamed new album, the Hives, dressed in black blazers with white piping and a monochrome emblem, are literally old school. Well, Alright staggers along with Temptations-like backing vocals rubbing uncomfortably against Almqvist's yelps and screams until it takes a befuddling - and fatal - leap into Kurt Weill territory. Tick Tick Boom is a retro whimper but Try It Again is better, a jagged, life-affirming pop song wrapped around a cut-throat guitar riff and a catchy refrain: "You get up, you get down, you try it again." It is more sure-footed than the standard fare from Tyrannosaurus Hives it nestles between, but there's no escaping how dated the band sound.
Still, as Almqvist puts it with typical impish irony: "Who better to give you some good old hat than the Hives?" Especially when there are the likes of Hate to Say I Told You So and Die Alright as reminders of the Hives' greatness. The dagger-like guitar chords and stinging bass-lines still impress and Almqvist's vocals burn with the kind of rage that makes the Horrors look like the anaemic coffin-kickers they really are.

"I am a rock'n'roll man," Almqvist tells us. "I fucking rule." He never gives anyone a chance to doubt him. Striding across the stage like a prefect with a superiority complex, or hanging from the ceiling like a sweaty monkey, Almqvist almost bullies the audience into ecstatic appreciation. Main Offender and Walk Idiot Walk get the response he is looking for, but the Hives remain as frustrating as they are compelling.

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Hey, hey it's the Arctic Monkeys



In two years Arctic Monkeys have gone from obscurity to headlining Glastonbury and selling 3.5 million albums – how are these four young men from Sheffield adjusting to life as pop megastars?

Sometimes, even now, Arctic Monkeys are surprised by their own bigness. When their tour bus pulled into Malahide, a few miles outside Dublin, Jamie Cook, the band’s guitarist, looked up from his PlayStation game to see 250 acres of parkland in the grounds of a stately home, ringed by newly erected fences and dotted with tents.

A small army of gardai, vendors, security guards and stage riggers were working away. There were impressive backstage facilities (comfortable dressing rooms, drinking patio, top catering) both for the headline artists and for their personally chosen support acts, the Coral and Supergrass – two older, more experienced bands that the four young schoolmates from Sheffield had been inspired by.

Over two nights, 26,000 Arctic Monkeys fans would fill this space. “F***ing hell,” said Cook. All this industry and organisation, just for them. “That’s a bit weird.” Drummer Matt Helders said his dad, over from Sheffield to see his son perform, was equally bewildered by the spectacle of “all these people, working ’cause of you”. “My dad wanted me to try and kick one of them out or summat,” said Helders with a grin. That was a joke, obviously. No Arctic Monkey would dream of being so impolite, far less of pulling a rock star strop, even if they have sold 3.5 million albums in fewer than two years.

Read the full article in the Times here.

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Ian Hunter "Shrunken Heads" (2007)


As the leader of seminal seventies band Mott the Hoople, Ian Hunter ripped straight through the hypocrisy and broken ideals of the hippie generation, cutting a jagged swath through popular music and paving the way for the punk rock revolution. Hunter's interpretation of the David Bowie-penned classic 'All the Young Dudes' made him an icon and further work with legendary Bowie guitarist Mick Ronson cemented his position as underground rock 'n' roll royalty. After Mott the Hoople's final break-up in 1974, Ian Hunter pressed on as a solo artist releasing 11 solo albums to date. Now, with Shrunken Heads, the man that has influenced bands from The Clash to Oasis is still affecting today's most groundbreaking artists (Jeff Tweedy collaborates on three tracks), recording with his beloved band (Soozie Tyrell [E Street Band] Graham Maby [Joe Jackson] among other luminary sidemen) and offering characteristically wry commentary on today's political climate.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

M83 Issues Digital Shades, Works on New LP

Anthony Gonzalez of French shoelookers M83, with the help of Before the Dawn Heals Us co-producer Antoine Gallet, has gathered a number of home recordings and Eno-inspired ambience for a collection he's calling Digital Shades vol. 1. The accumulation of hazy sounds might not seem far off from your average M83 record, but Gonzalez' insistence on making measured moves in the studio and working at his own pace lend Digital Shades its gauzy, experimental vibe.

The Digital Shades project predicates another, perhaps more exciting M83 tidbit: Anthony cobbled the Digital Shades material together while in the studio working out on new, proper M83 album for release in January. Digital Shades will be released digitally September 3 on Gooom/EMI, and on CD and vinyl in France around the same time.

Thanks to Brad Honer for the heads up.

M83 also contributed new music to the HBO Voyeur Project. (Carlos D, Clint Mansell, and made some music for it, too.) You can download the pieces "Une Nuit Pour Nous" and "Je Doute et Je Crie" for free from iTunes now.

M83 presently have no tour dates scheduled.

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Exit Festival 2007, Serbia - the DiS review


DROWNED IN SOUND: 'STATE OF EXIT!’ screams the massive banner pinned to a hillside towering over the Danube. On the hill's summit and facing the Serbian town of Novi Sad sits the immense Petrovaradin Citadel fortress, built on a plug of volcanic rock by slave labour during the 1700s. Not a bad setting for a festival.

As you know, the English are a discerning and cultured lot. Cough. Which explains why quite so many of us all chose to trek to Serbia for the four-day Exit Festival. With the trillions of Cheap! Unique Location! Three Day Camping! Great Line-Up!s all scrabbling for your precious attendance, it now takes something exceptional to rise above this summer’s indistinguishable stew of Beniglobalatitudewirebury In The Parks; a bill with a phenomenal view (NORTHERN LIGHTS GUARANTEED!!) for instance, or a genuine coup (ELVIS! ALIVE! AND HE’S PLAYING POHODA FESTIVAL IN SLOVAKIA!!).

While Exit has the location aspect plenty sorted, its line-up was, to put it bluntly, cack. Almost all ten (10) recognizable names on the oversized/under-known bill (Balkan Beat Box anyone?) could only have been deemed relevant circa 1998. Beastie Boys, The Prodigy, Groove Armada, Basement Jaxx, Lauryn Hill, Wu-Tang Clan and Snoop Dogg. Precisely. However, get over the Main Stage boasting a maximum of two semi-decent acts per night, and you are left with a festival that, for once, fulfils the tired mantra It's Not Just About The Music.

And how could a festival boasting 22 stages with names such as Lush Reggae Positive Vibration Stage or Tuborg HappyNoviSad Stage or, most brilliantly of all, Latino Be Positive Stage, fail to be brilliant?

The walk from campsite to festival (over a bridge across the Danube) is breathtaking, and is accompanied by a fantastic number of locals-cum-salesmen. Each and every Novi Sad inhabitant is out, fully prepared to cash in on the big event. Entire families line the streets flogging everything from sweet corn (a lifesaver at 7am), to plum brandy, to unthinkable quantities of Exit-based paraphernalia; wooden carvings, paintings, t-shirts (Wu-Tang Clan: Up From The 2007th Chamber).

Entering the festival site at dusk on Thursday, we are greeted by the Serbian equivalent of the Red Arrows, soaring increasingly low over us. Considering a member of security tells me this is unscheduled, perhaps people should be more worried than they appear. After Robert Plant and Strange Sensation open proceedings with a surprisingly excellent and energetic set, it's headliners The Prodigy who cause the weekend’s biggest commotion.

Having performed a notorious show in Belgrade in 1995 during NATO’s bombing of the country, The Prodigy are Serbian legends. The band may be finished in terms of productivity, but they still provide a terrifyingly intense live show. A heaving and aggressive crowd meet the 'Breathe''s and 'Firestarter''s of this world as they deserve to be met; like leaping psychos. The crush that follows is not so fun, with hundreds of people swept up and out of the field and several injured (apparently Exit’s Security simply opened the gates for thousands of ticket-less locals to see their heroes).

The Pipettes are a just about pleasant way to start Friday’s events, occasionally enjoyable if uninspiring. They are not listed on the line-up, which simply says ‘TBA’, adding to the suspicion that the organisers were still groping for Main Stage bands up to the moment people began arriving on site. One band no festival is complete without are the ubiquitous CSS, playing their 184th festival of the summer, and 13th of the day. Then it’s onto tonight’s spectacular headliners the Beastie Boys, three middle-aged men in sunglasses, possibly the world’s most underrated novelty act. Quite what value lies in three rappers performing dated instrumental muzak is clearly beyond my limited grasp. “Sabotage!” chant the Serbs repeatedly, but by then I’ve left to go dance on red beanbags at the Roots And Flowers Stage.

Away from the Main Stage, the Dance Arena is a spectacular picture, and the festival’s top attraction for many. Situated in a moat, the only way to approach the Arena is to descend from above, and the sight of the thousands of inebriated, gyrating bodies below is inspirational.

The following day’s line-up contains the weekend’s most interesting performer. The subtly renamed Ms Lauryn Hill is better known these days for saying “I would rather have my children starve than have white people buy my albums” than for her music itself. She’s also renowned for rare though reliably disastrous live shows, and so What A Surprise when she leaves everybody waiting for over an hour. After eventually being told that “Ms Hill has travelled all the way from Dubai on many trains and planes to get here, and although she’s losing her voice she’s still here to play for you Serbia!”, the lady herself finally graces us with her startling presence (though not before a 15-minute jam from her 16-piece band). Looking much like a Martian from Mars Attacks!, she shits on several of her own songs as well as those of The Fugees. For a woman who created such an original and influential album (The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill), her slow, odd decline is sad and seemingly inexplicable.

Saturday and Sunday see a neck-shredding rise in temperature, as the desert overwhelms Exit. A combination of erosion and heat robs the site of all its grass, the result of which is a fuck load of dust that gets kicked everywhere. It’s not long before 50,000 voices are lost and 50,000 noses see their produce turn black. Black bogeys. LOL!

For any DiSers still sceptical of the need for an Exit review on our guitar-minded website, go discover Norwich-based indie group Magoo. Having made small ripples in England over the years, the Chemikal Underground signed band are a festival highlight. Smaller Than You are ace as well; five modest 16-year-olds breathing fresh air into an accessible ska format, with assistance from three dancing teens in terrifying horses heads. And they are also from Norwich. In fact there are four bands from the East Anglia city at the festival, a result of the city’s being twinned with Novi Sad. There’s even a bridge in Norwich entitled the Novi Sad Friendship Bridge. Who knew?

The final night is headlined by Wu-Tang Clan, highlight of the weekend by a half marathon. Despite missing Method Man, the group sounds as effortlessly fresh and raw as it did 14 years ago. RZA’s call for a two-minute silence to honour ODB is heckled down hilariously by his bandmates: “Nah that’s too long… one minute silence… half a minute… alright, 20 seconds.”

With drugs openly snorted, sipped and swallowed around the grounds, belongings were inevitably lost in the mayhem, and Monday morning even saw a visit from the British Embassy, because that many people had misplaced their passports. Considering one beach-side stage had DJs spinning for 23 hours a day, it’s probably putting it mildly to say people had begun feeling a little fatigued come the end of the festival. But what a festival.

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Nick Lowe "At My Age" (2007)


PITCHFORKMEDIA: No artist gets to decide how they'll be remembered. If, as seems increasingly likely, Nick Lowe ends up remembered as the guy who penned "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love and Understanding" back in the early 1970s, surely the songwriter will be satisfied.

Yet fans and followers of Lowe know there's a nearly endless stream of legitimate second (or first) choices for pick of his defining moment. As a member of Brinsley Schwarz, Lowe helped bridge pub rock to punk. Lowe inaugurated the Stiff label with his single "So It Goes", and more explicitly helped pave the way for punk's indie movement by producing the Damned's epochal "New Rose". He subsequently produced key tracks for the Pretenders and several albums for Elvis Costello.

But maybe most impressive of all Lowe's feats was "The Beast in Me", a song from his 1994 comeback album The Impossible Bird, long after he had faded from pop prominence. Later that same year, the song also became the best non-stunt cover of one-time father-in-law Johnny Cash's late-career comeback. It was a cred-boosting number all around, and proved once and for all Lowe's worth as a songwriter in the classic sense rather than just a snide wit with an ear for hooks. His nickname "Basher" stemmed from his ability/compulsion to just crank out songs, but The Impossible Bird and songs like "The Beast in Me" showed a more considered, thoughtful, patient side to Lowe.

Fittingly and full circle, in many ways Lowe owes this mellow change of direction to "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love and Understanding". Curtis Stigers covered the song on the soundtrack to "The Bodyguard", and in Lowe's own words it was like someone suddenly dumped a bag of money on his doorstep. Free from commercial considerations, Lowe started exploring his love of classic country, soul, r&b and crooner jazz, a path that continues with the new At My Age.

There's been some talk of this most recent stage of Lowe's career as being too sentimental, or sans balls. But while Lowe's hardly up to his old tricks, his new tricks have more than their share of pleasures. If Lowe used to attack pop songs with a punk's cynicism and an ironic streak a mile wide, these days he exudes the illusion that he's settled down and settled in when in fact he's been happily exploring formalism with a sly wink. By his account, he started taking his guitar out to the country and playing old dancehalls, letting the new material breath and live a little until it resembled the pre- and early-rock era he aimed to emulate.

In fact, both Lowe and his press materials have made a big deal about distinguishing the covers from the originals contained on At My Age, and Lowe's last few records have made a similar game of spotting the genuine classic amidst the songs that simply sound like genuine classics. It's a cleverly subversive strategy in its own right, the grey-haired and grown-up ex-punk making music his dad would have liked, though experience has added an air of increased authenticity to songs such as "A Better Man" and the almost imperceptibly skanking "Long Limbed Girl".

Indeed, now Lowe is 58, both his parents have passed, and he's an unlikely first time dad, so it's somewhat hard to imagine him twisting the earnest sentiments of Charlie Feathers' "A Man in Love" to suit his former sarcastic mode. Of course, Lowe can still be funny, too, as he is on "The Club", which begins "If you've ever had someone come along/ Reach in, pull out your heart and break it/ Just for fun/ As easy as humming a song/ Join the club." On "People Change" (which features Chrissie Hynde and some nice Stax horns), he basically dismisses the call of nostalgia with a blithe but affable declaration of "People change/ That's the long and short of it."

"Now, you say those times you had were never that many/ Just be thankful you had any/ And cut yourself a slice of reality," Lowe gently advises, and he seems to have taken his own advice and moved on.

At his age, Lowe's still young enough to get away with making music in his former mode, but he's old enough to know better. Instead of looking to the recent past for inspiration, he's looked to the even more distant past, if only because it's the music that-- square or not-- currently makes him the most happy and content. And for 33 minutes or so, if you follow Lowe's lead and let loose any baggage you might be carrying, you're likely to be as happy as he is, too.

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Madonna-Justin Timberlake collaboration leaked

'Candy Shop' appears online.

A track from the must-hyped collaboration between Madonna and Justin Timberlake has appeared online.

Said to be called 'Candy Shop', the song appeared on putfile.com, but was removed following copyright issues. The track is a mix of dance, pop and hip-hop and will appear on Madonna's forthcoming album, scheduled to be released in November.

'Candy Shop' is just one of several tracks she worked on with Timberlake and uber-producer Timbaland, both of whom have been writing and producing songs as well as adding vocals. Pharrell Williams and Mika have also been involved in the album.

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Led Zeppelin to release 'Best Of' compilation

'Mothership' is out later this year.

Led Zeppelin are to release a two-CD 'Best Of' compilation later this year.

'Mothership', out on November 12, spans the rock legends' entire career and features all the band's classic tracks, such as 'Stairway To Heaven', 'Whole Lotta Love' and 'Kashmir'.

The tracklisting for 'Mothership' is:

Disc One

'Good Times Bad Times'
'Communication Breakdown'
'Dazed And Confused'
'Babe I'm Gonna Leave You'
'Whole Lotta Love'
'Ramble On'
'Heartbreaker'
'Immigrant Song'
'Since I've Been Loving You'
'Rock And Roll'
'Black Dog'
'When The Levee Breaks'
'Stairway To Heaven'

Disc Two

'The Song Remains The Same'
'Over The Hills And Far Away'
'D'Yer Maker'
'No Quarter'
'Trampled Under Foot'
'Houses Of The Holy'
'Kashmir'
'Nobodys Fault But Mine'
'Achilles Last Stand'
'In The Evening'
'All My Love'

The album will be available in the standard 2CD package, but there will also be Deluxe and Collectors editions featuring an additional DVD, as well as a four-LP vinyl set.

On November 19, Led Zeppelin will also release a new edition of the concert movie 'The Song Remains The Same', originally released in 1976, on DVD. A remastered version of the soundtrack will also be released on the same day.

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"Elvis lives" by Nick Cohn

Elvis Presley died 30 years ago on 16 August 1977 - or so the legend goes. But maybe the story is not so simple. When the call finally came, Nik Cohn went in search of the real King. The ailing figure he has tracked down for this unique interview looks and even sounds different, but the truth of the man is laid bare as never quite before ...

Elvis is dying. The prostate cancer he's held at bay for years has metastasised, and he expects to be gone within a few months. His wife Claudette wants him to start more chemo, but he feels it's time to let go. 'I died once before,' he reminds me. 'This is just the remix.'
Though the disease has whittled him down, he looks surprisingly strong. In fact, the man who sits in a trailer home beside a Louisiana bayou, dressed in sweatpants and a football shirt, seems in better shape than the bloated, drug-addled wreck who ran away from the world 30 years ago. Even before his illness, he'd lost almost five stone. He steers clear of peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and is so wary of addiction that Claudette has to bully him into taking his medications. The new face he acquired after his disappearance retains an ageless, waxy sheen. Only the faded blue eyes, sometimes clouded by pain, show damage.

Read on.

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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Sex Pistols Debut, Singles To Be Reissued

Virgin Records will on Oct. 29 release a special 30th anniversary edition of The Sex Pistols' classic debut album, "Never Mind The Bollocks ... Here's the Sex Pistols." The set will be available on heavyweight vinyl with a 7" insert of "Submission" and a poster -- just as it was when it was originally released on Oct. 29, 1977.

"Submission" was left off the original track listing when the album was mistakenly released a week earlier than planned, so at the band's insistence, the first 50,000 copies included a one-sided 7" featuring the song.

The Pistols will also reissue their four classic singles: "Anarchy in the U.K.," "God Save the Queen," "Pretty Vacant" and "Holidays in the Sun" throughout October on 7-inch vinyl. Jamie Reid's original artwork and heavyweight paper sleeves will be faithfully reproduced, according to Virgin.

Virgin signed the band after it was dropped by EMI in January 1977 and in the wake of an abortive six-day signing with A&M that March.

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Patti Smith Penning Songs For Next Album

Patti Smith is eyeballing a new album sooner rather than later. In the wake of her Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction in March and the release of her covers album, "Twelve," in April, Smith says "it's time for me to make a record" -- this time of her own material.

"I've been working on a lot of songs," she tells Billboard.com, "so I'd like to record again."

That said, Smith and her band plan to spend most of the rest of 2007 on the road to support "Twelve," and she's putting plans in motion to hold a tribute concert for her late husband, MC5 guitarist Fred "Sonic" Smith, on his birthday (Sept. 13) in New York.

But Smith has released new albums, some of them politically charged, in each of the last three presidential election years -- "Gone Again" in 1996, "Gung Ho" in 2000 and "Trampin'" in 2004 -- so that climate could exact some pull on her work this time, too.

"I hadn't thought of that," she says with a laugh. "I hadn't factored that in. But I will be more attentive to that. I've just been working so hard, it's like 2008 is creeping up. I will keep that in mind."

Smith, who begins a North American tour on July 31 in Philadelphia, is still enjoying the afterglow of the Hall of Fame induction, which she says was "a very emotional night." She performed "People Have the Power" next to the Rolling Stones' Keith Richards, who she says was Fred Smith's favorite guitarist. The night, she adds, also provided "really deep encouragement" for her future work.

"I don't take it for granted," she explains. "I was proud of (being inducted), but it makes me feel like I have a lot of work to do. I hardly feel that I'm done with my work. I have a million more things to do, so I'm just getting on with that, really."

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The White Stripes @ Madison Square Garden


They were wearing suits! And hats! No, not the two band members: Jack White was wearing red pants and a red T-shirt, while Meg White was wearing black pants and a red shirt. And besides, plenty of musicians dress up when they play Madison Square Garden. On Tuesday night, though, the White Stripes went one step further: those suits and hats belonged to the guys setting up the amplifiers.

Once the show started, the White Stripes were left alone: the two of them spent nearly two hours on a big stage in a big — and full — room. “I don’t believe we’ve played this bar before,” said Mr. White, surveying the Garden. He probably didn’t feel quite that blasé, but he certainly didn’t seem intimidated, or thrilled, or even triumphant. He simply went to work, howling and shrieking and sighing, while inducing his guitars to do the same.

The entire set was red, and carefully positioned footlights projected beautiful shadows of the two onto a huge red backdrop. The only special effect was a big disco ball, but that was plenty. In between songs, he paid courtly tribute to “my big sister Meg” (the two are actually a divorced couple), and to his opening act, the Nashville veteran Porter Wagoner, “the best-dressed man in country music.” (The other opening act was Grinderman, led by Nick Cave.)

It’s astonishing how much the White Stripes have achieved through pure stubbornness. Over the course of six albums, they have sidled up to the rock ’n’ roll mainstream without softening their approach. They still sound as rude and as unhinged as ever, especially compared with the emo and alternative bands with whom they share the modern-rock radio airwaves.

At most rock concerts, there are moments when the machine — the band — briefly comes unhinged: the beat is a split-second late, or the guitar emits a deafening squeal, or a lyric emerges as a formless howl. A White Stripes concert consists of almost nothing but these moments, and that’s the whole point. The two make a fierce, wobbly racket, confident that listeners won’t miss the comfort afforded by steady bass lines and fuller arrangements. Hearing them play is a bit like reading a sentence with no vowels. Wh rlly nds vwls, nywy?

A White Stripes concert also underscores the importance of Ms. White, whose drumming is more sophisticated than many fans (and many more non-fans) realize. She refuses to imitate a metronome, refuses to flatten the songs by making them conform to a steady pulse. Instead she seems to hear the music the way Mr. White does: as a series of phrases, each with its own shape and tempo. In “Icky Thump,” the title track from the group’s most recent album, which was released last month, she occasionally warped the rhythm by shortening one of the beats, perfectly in unison with Mr. White’s guitar. If her playing were mathematically precise, it would be less musically precise.

Much of the set was devoted to songs from “Icky Thump,” which is a bit more raucous than its excellent and unpredictable predecessor, “Get Behind Me Satan.” Where that album found Mr. White experimenting with marimba and other instruments, “Icky Thump” is a return to guitar-dominated tantrums and pleas. Ear fatigue occasionally sets in (that’s one inevitable effect of the band’s ruthless approach), but more often, it was simply exciting to hear familiar traditions — garage rock, country music, the blues — sounding so strange. And Mr. White’s squiggly solo during “You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do as You’re Told),” from the new album, sounded downright catastrophic, in the best sense.

The White Stripes are in the happy position of having too many songs to choose from, though they found time for most of their biggest hits, some of which were packed into the encore. There was a singalong version of “We’re Going to Be Friends,” a breakneck run through “Blue Orchid” and, eventually, a thumping rendition of “Seven Nation Army.” But one of the band’s biggest songs, “Fell in Love With a Girl,” appeared only in modified form: a screaming garage-rock hit was reborn, slower and quieter. Perhaps some fans missed the original version. Others probably took it in stride: part of the fun of a White Stripes concert is learning how much you can live without.

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DJ James Lavelle has sold 1.5 million records so why is he broke?

"Contrary to what people might think," says Oxford-born DJ and recording artist James Lavelle, "I haven't made a penny out of selling 1.5 million records. I never earned anything out of founding [esteemed dance music label] Mo' Wax, and I haven't earned anything from UNKLE. Last year I had a £400,000 tax bill and it cleaned me right out. To be perfectly honest, I'm sick of it."

Lavelle is breakfasting late outside The Premises, the East London-based recording studio complex where he is currently rehearsing for UNKLE's first ever concerts. I have just watched him being photographed as an advocate for What Not to Share, a hepatitis C charity keen to point out that the disease can be contracted when people snort drugs through the same rolled-up banknote as an existing carrier.

When I quiz him about a Buddhist text tattooed on his left forearm, Lavelle translates it as "A man who chases after fame, wealth and love affairs is like a child who licks honey from the blade of a knife."

Previous members of UNKLE include Tim Goldsworthy, who co-founded the then trip-hop outfit with school pal Lavelle in 1994, before leaving to work with Belfast's dance music bigwig, David Holmes. DJ Shadow, aka Josh Davis, and members of the Japanese hip-hop crew Major Force have also passed through UNKLE's ranks. These days the group comprises Lavelle and fellow DJ/producer Richard File.

Collaborations have long been UNKLE's lifeblood, and in that respect the outfit's third album War Stories holds with tradition. The twist, though, is that Lavelle has made his first "proper" rock album. Guest vocalists include Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age and Ian Astbury of The Cult, and the work was co-produced by Lavelle and Queens of the Stone Age knob-twiddler Chris Goss.

For seven weeks, Lavelle, File and their collaborators decamped to the desert town of Joshua Tree, California, to make music at Rancho de la Luna studios. "Joshua Tree is a strange, yin-yang kind of place between desperation and redemption," says Lavelle. "We had these long, calm, focused days with beautiful sunsets, just getting stoned and making music. I felt this great feeling of escape, and it really allowed my mind to open up. Because of the time difference there were no mobile telephones going, either. It was a great place to work uninterrupted."

Highlights on War Stories include "Mayday", an earthy stomp that features Liela Moss of The Duke Spirit. The haunted-sounding "Burn My Shadow", replete with a Latin Mass-like section wherein Lavelle encouraged Ian Astbury "to do something fragile", is also impressive.

The album's title is a reference to "the more personal war stories of relationships and stuff. Lots of people of my circle and my generation have had a nocturnal, hyper-clubby lifestyle for years now," says Lavelle, now 32. "After all that, we've got plenty of war stories to tell down the pub on a Sunday afternoon."

Like many of the music industry's erstwhile pack-leaders, Lavelle seems to be going through a phase where he must adapt or face obsolescence. Time was when his remixes, conducted for the likes of Beck and Massive Attack, could earn him up to £20,000 a throw. Not anymore.

"Most ones I do these days are for free. It's a bartering thing where the artist will perform on my record and I'll do a mix for them. That's how we fund most of the collaborations. Ten, 15 years ago a remix could sell a record," he says. "Remixes don't sell records in 2007. I don't know what sells records now."

Talk further with Lavelle, and you learn more of how the vagaries of the record industry have influenced his current approach to making and marketing music. The aforementioned tax bill of £400,000 suggests he's not exactly on the minimum wage, but his lifestyle seems to have undergone some partly enforced changes recently.

UNKLE's 2003 opus Never Never Land saw him dropped by Universal Island despite Top 40 success in the album and singles charts; worse, Lavelle claims he hasn't seen any of the £500,000 music licensing money that he estimates the album has generated. "I was with the wrong management and I signed a bad deal," he says by way of explanation. "Now I just want to bring everything back in house, fund things myself and own my catalogue."

To that end, he has created a new independent record label called Surrender All, part of a triumvirate of companies that incorporates Surrender clothing and a commercial recording studio named Surrender Sound.

One thing Lavelle's new management was keen to impress upon him was the importance of "doing it live". The revenue from gigs is now recognised as a way to offset money lost through the worldwide decline in record sales.

Unless you can afford the kind of spectacular lightshow that The Chemical Brothers recently unleashed at Glastonbury, rock albums tend to translate to the live stage better than electronic dance ones do. And as the gutsy War Stories sees Lavelle and UNKLE take the spare, rock-tinged hip-hop of 1998's Psyence Fiction to its logical conclusion, it makes perfect sense that the outfit has finally decided to take to the stage.

Some of the nervous energy coming from Lavelle probably derives from his awareness that, with a series of festival dates including slots at Leeds and Reading already booked, there is no turning back. "The band is sounding really tight, but at [Spanish music festival] Benicassim we're going to play main-stage after Muse," he says with a laugh. "Now that's scary."

'War Stories' is out on Surrender All

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Ornette Coleman "Complete Live at the Hillcrest Club" (1958)


For all its audio shortcomings, this session is a piece of essential jazz folklore. When saxophonist Ornette Coleman, a tonally whimsical, rule-bending figure of fun in the southern R&B bands of the 1950s, found likeminded young jazz experimenters at California's Hillcrest Club in 1958, he began a revolutionary trip. This material has never been wholly featured on disc before (and earlier versions have been under Canadian pianist Paul Bley's name), and though Bley's piano sounds as if it's out in the car park and Billy Higgins' drums right in your lap, it's an astonishing jazz document.

How far Coleman had come from the previous decade's bebop is immediately audible in his searing solo on Charlie Parker's classic Klactoveesedstene. And the wailing, wriggling alto sound against Don Cherry's trumpet and Charlie Haden's bass in the closing stages of the standard How Deep Is the Ocean make it apparent that traditionally lyrical reworking of jazz standards would never be the same again. Enduring Coleman compositions like When Will the Blues Leave? and Ramblin' stretch their youthful limbs here, and the squall of the short Coleman original Crossroads show why the saxophonist's arrival came as such a shock in the conservative 50s.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Joni Mitchell to Release New Album on Starbucks Label

Following on the success of Paul McCartney's 'Memory Almost Full' album, released on Starbucks' Hear Music label, Joni Mitchell will issue her upcoming long-player as the second album on the ubiquitous coffee chain's new musical outlet. The esteemed Canadian singer-songwriter's impending record, to be called 'Shine,' will be Mitchell's first collection of new material since 1998's 'Taming the Tiger.'

Mitchell has called the LP, currently scheduled for a late September release, "as serious a work as I've ever done." The 10 songs on 'Shine,' which promise to touch upon political, environmental and theological themes, will include a remake of one of her most famous songs, 'Big Yellow Taxi,' as well as the new 'If,' based on the Rudyard Kipling poem.

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Paul McCartney signs with Starbucks record label

Paul McCartney, the former Beatle, has decided to sign with Starbucks.

McCartney, who released his most recent album through his longtime record label, Capitol Records of EMI Group, said Wednesday that he would become the first artist to sign with Hear Music, a label being created by the international coffee retailer Starbucks.

The announcement was made Wednesday during the annual meeting of Starbucks shareholders in Seattle. Representatives of the company described the arrangement as a one-album deal with McCartney retaining ownership of the master recording.

The arrangement is the latest sign of how retailers are seizing opportunities to set up direct relationships with musical performers and potentially cracking the lock on talent held by major record labels.

Large retailers who attract casual consumers have become particularly attractive to older stars who can no longer expect to receive a lot of exposure through radio play.

Wal-Mart Stores, which struck a deal two years ago to become the exclusive seller of music from the country singer Garth Brooks, recently worked out an arrangement to be the sole retailer for one year of the next album by the pop- rock group the Eagles.

In contrast with such arrangements, the deal to market McCartney's next album, expected in early June, is not exclusive for the retail chain; Starbucks said the album also would be sold at other outlets. But the deal does signal that another nontraditional company is nudging its way into the music distribution system long dominated by traditional record companies.

"It's a new world now," McCartney said during a video chat with Howard Schultz, the chairman of Starbucks, that was shown at the shareholders' meeting. "People are thinking of new ways to reach the people. For me, that's always been my aim."

McCartney's recent albums have met with mixed results. His 2002 "Back in the U.S." live album, which followed an extensive concert tour and included performances of Beatles hits, has sold 994,000 copies in the United States, according to Nielsen SoundScan data.

For Starbucks, the gamble on McCartney represents a sort of return to its earliest — and most successful — strategy: marketing new music from a familiar name. Starbucks helped produce the Ray Charles album "Genius Loves Company," and it promoted the compact disc heavily in its coffee shops; it went on to sell more than five million copies.

"You're targeting them where they are," said Jim Brandmeier, chief executive of 180 Music, a label and marketing company that developed an exclusive series for Target. "The nontraditional approach is fast becoming the only way to do it."

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Shriekback "Glory Bumps" (2007)


Shriekback's 11th album and their 2nd on Malicious Damage (following 05's acclaimed 'Cormorant'). Glory Bumps is in many ways more recognisably the descendant of Shriekback's mid 80's'alt-rock' classic 'Oil and Gold' than any since. Anthems, hooligan choruses, big guitars, brass, a smattering of Psychobilly and, as usual, shed-loads of words Glory Bumps has a curious tangential relationship with Barry Andrews's and Martyn Barker's recent improvised album 'Monstrance'-a collaboration with XTC's Andy Partridge: Glory Bumps uses a number of loops created from the Monstrance album ('because they were there') as well as Martyns' inimitable live drums andreal-time guitar contributions from Andy. Barry co-produces with Stuart Rowe, who was one of the engineers from Monstrance. However there is no shadow of doubt that this is a Shriekback album -as you will hear..Wendy Partridge who has sung backing vocals on every Shriekback album since '86 features as does Barry's son Finn Andrews (of theVeils) who lends his intense vocals to the happy-clappy title track. The album's title is a reference to the goosebumps experienced by fundamentalist Christians 'when the amount of misery prevalent in the world presages, or so they believe, their abrupt assimilation into the bosom of their Lord' although we suspect that, on the dayof the Rapture, Shriekback will not be amongst them. [Wikipedia].

PERSONNEL
Vocals, Keyboards:Barry Andrews
BVS: Finn Andrews:
Drums and percussion: Martyn Barker
Guitar: Andy Partridge
Saxophones and Woodwind: Catharine Shrubshall
Blues Harp: Mark the Harp
Trombone: Ben Smith
Guitars: Stuart Rowe
Kids Choir: Finn Wilkinson and Mia Griffifths
Produced by Barry Andrews and Stuart Rowe
Mixed and Mastered by Stuart Rowe
Written by Barry Andrews

TRACK LISTING
Hooray for Everything
The Bride Stripped Bare
Bittersweet
Glory Bumps
Amaryllis in the Sprawl
Squanderer
Mahalia
Devils' Onions
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Sympathy for the Record Industry Label for Sale


Wanna own your own record label? Sure, we all do! Well, all of us but Long Gone John, who's selling off all his rights and responsibilities towards Sympathy for the Record Industry, the Long Beach-based imprint that at one point or another housed the White Stripes, Hole, the Von Bondies, the Muffs, and Rocket From the Crypt (among many others) and has issued archival material from Roky Erickson, Suicide, and the New York Dolls.

The reason given? A truly colossal U-Haul bill. It seems Long Gone John would like to be long gone from Long Beach ASAP, and will relocating to Olympia, Washington as soon as the $625,000 check clears. In doing so, he'll leave behind all this to whoever ponys up the half-million-plus (according to a MySpace blog):

*questionable/nebulous rights to nearly 750 releases by over 550 bands
*current distribution deal with foremost U.S. independent distributor with strong international distribution as well
*existing stock modestly estimated at a wholesale value of 1.8 millondollars
*all master tapes, acetates, stampers and mothers to continue production of titles
*massive personal archive of sympathy rarities (lots of amazing surprises)
*preliminary cover layouts/some original artwork/interesting and valuable artifacts galore
*established web site and vastly lucrative mail order business

Interested parties can contact John at sympathy13@aol.com. Thanks to the Daily Swarm for the heads-up.

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Debussy playing Debussy


Debussy left behind piano music in the form of black marks printed on a page. He also left behind a little of himself: piano rolls of Debussy playing Debussy. So elegantly conceived is the first part of this legacy that we sometimes wish the second part did not exist.

The scores imply a “this is it” permanence. The composer’s playing of them (now on a CD from the Pierian Recording Society) could just as well be the impulse of a moment. Copyright laws, in other words, are pretty clear about who owns what has been written. The rights to what it means are another matter.

James Joyce said that he took credit for all the interpretations by every “Ulysses” scholar in the world, whether any of them had occurred to him personally or not. The same idea coming from the opposite direction suggests that publishing something — laying it out before an audience — is an act of surrender, a loss of control that puts composers or writers at the mercy of interpreters. One can only appeal to good sense and good will.

This surrender of power is not the ghastly assault on artistic integrity that it seems. Letting go can do all sides a lot of good. In slow pieces like “Danseuses de Delphe,” Debussy the interpreter confirms the elegant classicism of his score-writing: simple movement without gimmicky flourishes, rhythm observed with a dignified precision.

When the tempos go up, so too do the pianist’s impetuosity levels. At one point in “La Cathédrale Engloutie,” Debussy nearly doubles the written tempo in relation to the note values around it. He throws himself at “La Danse de Puck” and “Minstrels.” “Doctor Gradus ad Parnassum” [MP3 here] is a mad rush, perhaps intended as a comic portrayal of young pupils feverishly engaged in finger exercises. I don’t think the piece is a mad rush but rather a wistful, deftly accented and, above all, slightly slower bit of nostalgia. And if I can play it this way without contravening the written score, who says I can’t love the piece and declare its composer wrong?

In weaker moments, I even think I could get Debussy to like my way just fine, although I admit to feeling a little queasy every time I hear him play the piece for himself. The rolls were made in 1913, when the thought of performances frozen in time to be repeated verbatim and at will had scarcely occurred to anyone. The recording as snapshot was an idea that continued as far as the 1930s, when Artur Schnabel, recording Beethoven sonatas in Paris, declined to redo questionable takes. Dinu Lipatti’s recordings 10 years later were among the first to recognize that permanence without impregnability was not very permanent at all.

The Welte-Mignon mechanism used in the Debussy recordings represents an extreme sophistication of the player piano’s perforations on paper and pumping feet. Sensors measure the pressures exerted on individual notes. Other systems, the program notes for the Pierian CD say, added musical nuances after the rolls were made. Unlike Ampico and Duo-Art, Welte recorded them in real time. Listening, one looks over the shoulder for ghosts. One is at a séance, with the great man rapping on the table from a distance to make his presence known.

Kenneth Caswell of Austin, Tex., refurbishes these early performances and the machines to reproduce them. This CD has five of the Book 1 “Préludes,” the “Children’s Corner,” “La Plus Que Lente,” [MP3 here] “La Soirée dans Grenade” and “D’un Cahier d’Esquisses,” all reperformed on a restored Feurich Welte piano in Mr. Caswell’s home. Also included are acoustical recordings of Debussy and the soprano Mary Garden in 1904 performing the “Ariettes Oubliées” and a snippet from “Pelléas et Mélisande.” Both sound significantly remote, the equivalent of ruins.

For the player piano pieces, Mr. Caswell says, he has adjusted piano and mechanism to the style and character of the piece at hand. But are the fast tempos here simply mechanical aberrations that misrepresent Debussy? Do we trust a reproductive process that has gone through so many middlemen and so much time? In any case, a listener not knowing that a machine was at work could easily be convinced that these performances come not from a ghost but from flesh and blood at the piano. Don’t underestimate the power of the mind to talk its owner into anything.

I’ll trust my old Durand editions, despite the misprints. Good Debussy players today begin as literal readers of these scores. Play the rhythms as if they were Mozart’s, and you are on the way to making them sound like Debussy. But written music can also tell us too much, the victim of overly possessive and micromanaging composers.

Mahler was one of those, but then he was a practicing conductor whose job it was to manage details. Paradoxically, Mahler the conductor continually rewrote the standard repertory to suit his needs and tastes. Interpreters make a mistake when they see written music as a kind of instruction book. (“Read this manual carefully, and put this wire there.”) Scores tells us what the listener can expect to hear. They are a kind of contract waiting to be signed.

So what part of Debussy’s “Gradus ad Parnassum” belongs to him and what part to me? A good question. Artistic property cases are starting to show up in the courts. I hope lawyers don’t get ahold of this one.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

New Order Deny Split


Despite bassist Peter Hook's recent break-up claims, New Order continues "to exist."

Adding further to the current confusion enveloping New Order's existence as a band, Billboard.com reports vocalist Bernard Sumner and drummer Stephen Morris have reacted to bassist Peter Hook's recent on-air statements and MySpace blog posts citing the band's dissolution with a statement: "He does not speak for all the band." New Order, which birthed from the ashes of '80s outfit Joy Division, and has seen numerous splits during band's lengthy tenure, has been dormant since 2005, inciting speculation of the band's death, only further solidified by Hook's comments. But according to Sumner and Morris' statement, it appears New Order is still alive and kickin', but may soon be in need of a bassist. "After 30 years in a band together we are very disappointed that Hooky has decided to go to the press and announce unilaterally that New Order have split up," the statement read. "We would have hoped that he could have approached us personally first. He does not speak for all the band, therefore we can only assume he no longer wants to be a part of New Order."

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Japanese duo Kiiiiiii

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

How is it that Groove Armada have become cool? We ask the duo!


Things are a little strange in London this month. We’ve swapped Ambre Solaire for umbrellas, someone British won at Wimbledon and Groove Armada have somehow become cool.

Not only have they released the best pop song of the year so far – Song 4 Mutya with the hard-as-nails Sugababes defectee Mutya Buena – they are gracing us with the best London festival of the summer, Lovebox in Victoria Park.

Tom Findlay, one half of Groove Armada with Andy Cato, can hardly believe his luck – and that’s before we even get to working with Kylie Minogue.

“This is the first time people like NME, who really loathed us, have been positive. It’s [Song 4 Mutya] looking better than anything we’ve ever had. Top five would be great but number one would be ridiculous. I’d probably retire.”

Findlay enjoyed working with Real Girl Buena so much, he hopes it won’t be a one-off. “She’s splendid, she really makes me laugh. Mutya’s a real singer, and I’ve got a lot of respect for her. If they want me to produce something else I would definitely do it.” If she had any sense she, too, should jump at the chance, before they move out of her league.

But Findlay treats the belief that he is cool or hip again as a joke. “I’m just not, but I’m enjoying the fact that people think I might be.”

The duo, once known for post-Ibiza chill-out tunes and an annoying Renault advert (I See You Baby), plan to turn this newly discovered pop talent into a bona fide cottage industry. Next up: Kylie.

“We’ve had about four hours with her, which were lovely. We’ve got two things there that might be interesting. I’m into the pop thing, but it’s very draining because you’ve got so many people involved and they all want a hit. That’s all they’re interested in.

“Song 4 Mutya was good because it came out of messing about and having fun. Sometimes when you sit down in a studio with a pop star, two writers and seven A&R men, it’s not fun.”

Findlay was clearly as enamoured of the Aussie pop queen as he was the former Sugababe.

“Kylie is very good. It’s clear why she’s made it as big as she has because she’s confident and self-aware, she’s fun and she puts a lot of personality into what she does.”

But before we get to hear the ridiculously anticipated results of the Kylie collaboration, Groove Armada have got something else up their sleeves: Lovebox Weekender.

The boutique festival, which they have been running for five years, includes performances next weekend from old stagers such as Blondie, The B-52’s and Sly and The Family Stone and from newbies such as The Rapture, Hot Chip and Patrick Wolf, as well as Groove Armada themselves.

“We’re in Hackney, which is a buzzing spot right now, we’ve got a whole kids’ area, there’s a Brazilian thing, and we’ve got Vauxhall club Horse Meat Disco doing this recreation of a New York gay club in the 70s,” says Findlay proudly.

“Other events in London have their own agendas, but Lovebox is a real festival and the one that’s most truly representative of London.”

Song 4 Mutya by Groove Armada featuring Mutya Buena is available to download now (physical release 23 July).

Tickets are still available forLovebox Weekender, £35 for a single day, £60 for the weekend 0871 220 0260, 0870 151 4444, www.loveboxweekender.com.

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Remembering the Hacienda


It was a cultural revolution as much as a club – so, 25 years on, what is left of the Hacienda?

That most iconic of nightclubs, the Hacienda, has its 25th anniversary celebrated by the Urbis exhibition centre, in Manchester, from Thursday. The club, now knocked down and replaced by luxury flats, was the focal point of the Manchester scene, garnering an international reputation as the first of the “superclubs”. Its design, by Ben Kelly, changed the way both clubs and the whole city looked – the sheer cheek of building something so modern and big there, in 1982, was the inspirational spark that reshaped Manchester. On the one hand, it was a folly, a total pretension; on the other, it hosted such fantastic events that it became embedded in youth culture and, latterly, a byword for the “Madchester” explosion of the late 1980s.

Jon Savage, the cultural commentator and author, lived in Manchester at the time. “Clubs, by their very nature, are transient,” he says. “They flower and they disappear. The Hacienda lasted longer than most. And, as a story, it’s got everything. There’s celebrity, design, scandal, larger-than-life personalities and drugs.”

The initial idea for the Hacienda came from Rob Gretton, the brusque manager of New Order and Factory Records boss. Thinking that the label needed its own club, he decided to build one – and, with its typical no-holds-barred approach, Factory decided to build a huge one. “There was nowhere for the sub-culture that grew up with punk and postpunk to go to,” Savage recalls. “The most extraordinary thing was to have this purpose-built club. It was a grandiose thing to do.”

Peter Saville, who designed Factory’s singular artwork, explains how the label and club intertwined. “The Hacienda was a kind of three-dimensional manifestation of Factory,” he says. “Architecture and spatial design can envelop you, and the Hacienda was a brilliant realisation of our end-of-the-20th century romance of who we were then – coming out of the industrial cities of the north of England.”

Working to a perfunctory brief – “big bar, small bar, food, stage, dancefloor, balcony, cocktail bar in the basement” – Kelly was given unlimited freedom to convert the former yachting showroom into a true people’s palace. It was a club that came with numerous theories – most of them issuing from the mouth of Tony Wilson, Manchesters most tireless cheerleader. The name came from a slogan of the radical group Situationist International, “The Hacienda Must Be Built”, found in Ivan Chtcheglov’s Formulary for a New Urbanism. Many of the key players in Manchester’s recent musical and cultural history – DJs, writers, journalists, musicians – paid their dues at the Hacienda, which became central to the city’s rise to prominence within British rock, dance and pop.

The Hacienda opened on May 21, 1982, in a blaze of glory that saw a packed club and an appearance by Bernard Manning – a very northern situationist prank, that. Its first couple of years witnessed Madonna’s UK club debut and brilliant gigs by the Birthday Party and Einstürzende Neubauten. On an average night, though, it could be quite empty – and at risk of becoming a bit of a white elephant. Paul Cons, the Hacienda’s main promoter and the man generally credited with turning round its fortunes, recalls: “For the first three years, it was very hit and miss. I came up with the idea of the Temperance night, with Dave Haslam, and that was a big success. Before that, the Hacienda had been trying too hard to be cool.”

Savage thinks the club’s eventual success was a process of evolution: “It took a long time to find the appropriate music. It was a boomy place, and rock music sounded crap in there. Early house, like the Chicago stuff, which was minimal, psychedelic and spacey, turned out to suit the acoustics.”

Wilson agrees: “What made the Hacienda so special was the insane acoustics. I remember complaining about them on the opening night, but, five years later, when it all exploded, I realised that the nature of the building, and its high roof, made it feel like a gothic cathedral, allowing hymns to be sent to the gods.”

So the Hacienda slowly morphed into a superclub, with famous nights such as Mike Pickering and Graeme Park’s Nude in 1987, and then Hot, hosted by Pickering and Jon Da Silva, in 1988. The new generation of ravers that poured through its doors caused this sea change. Before the rave era, audiences were fuelled by bottled beer; now there was a new vibe in the air. Drug-dealers skulked around in the dark corners of the club, dealing Es. The layout of several small rooms and alcoves helped that atmosphere. When Happy Mondays started to do their freaky dancing, everyone knew was something was up. Where did they get this strange energy?

With the newly happy Hacienda as the epi-centre of happening Manchester, Wilson was in his element. For Savage, however, this state of affairs was not without its dangers. “I was concerned about having the Hacienda and Happy Mondays promoted as a good experience. I had arguments with Tony. I thought they were creating a rod for their own back, with the drugs.”

The Hacienda was certainly hosting the most intense party in the country. Rave culture was everywhere, but its highest shrine was the Hacienda. The previously vast, cold space had become a sweaty, euphoric party. Entering the club, you felt the wave of energy and ecstasy.

Haslam, who DJed at the Hacienda more than 500 times, remembers the feeling. “Thousands of people saw it as their special space,” he says. “It’s culturally significant for so many reasons, yet it all evolved in an unforced and instinctive way. For example, there was never, ever a meeting about what music the DJs should play – we just got on with it and did what we felt was right. Since then, I’ve become aware of how much cultural activity isn’t like that, because it’s all marketing theories and focus groups and corporate sponsors. So, for me, the Hacienda was an amazing creative space that nobody controlled. The haphazardness was probably its downfall, though – eventually, the real world took its revenge.”

The party, of course, had to end. The drug situation was spiralling out of control. What had started as a bagful of Es, smuggled into the club by local musicians, had now become big business. There were ugly scenes as local gangsters jostled for their market share. Then, in 1989, a 16-year-old from Cannock, Clare Leighton, died outside the club. A brutal wake-up call, it was the first of a series of problems from which the Hacienda never recovered.

Madchester approached the mid1990s with a hangover. Even the huge success of Oasis, in 1994, seemed to belong to a different period of pop history. The Hacienda limped on, with occasional successes such as Paul Cons’s gay night, Flesh, but the vibe had gone. Finally, the party was over, and in 1997 the club shut – with insurmountable debts.

The Hacienda had stumbled to its demise, but its legacy lingers on. It is so much part of the fabric of Manchester culture that people still get misty-eyed about it. “Being closed and demolished has helped its reputation,” Haslam says. “It’s like James Dean dying young. He’s always going to be legendary, and so is the Hacienda. If it was open now, as some nostalgic Madchester theme park, or some club like every other club, would anyone be interested?”

Few nightclubs had the Hacienda’s range of appeal. Some people talk about it in terms of situationism; others reminisce about wild nights on ecstasy; some complain that rave ruined the club, and fondly remember those chilly evenings watching bands in the early 1980s; others get excited about Kelly’s revolutionary design, pointing to its huge influence on the rebuilt city centre; others still laugh at the downstairs bar being named the Gay Traitor, with a huge photograph of Anthony Blunt hanging over the door. The Hacienda may have meant many different things to many different people, but it remains a cornerstone of Manchester’s cultural history.

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Meat Puppets "Rise to Your Knees" (2007)



"This record is very much a return to our '80s approach," Curt Kirkwood says of the new Meat Puppets album Rise to Your Knees. "It cost next to nothing to make, and everything on it is a first take. My attitude now is that I refuse to spend a lot of money on this, I refuse to over think it, and I refuse to let other people impose their own agendas on my band."

Rise to Your Knees is the first album of new material to bear the Meat Puppets [MySpace] name since 2000, and the first in a dozen years to reunite guitarist/singer/main songwriter Curt with his brother, bassist/co-founder Cris Kirkwood, who recently rejoined the band after a lengthy struggle with substance abuse.

The 15-song album [iTunes Link] (the resurgent Meat Puppets' first for the independent Anodyne label) boasts the same visionary fusion of complementary contrasts that originally endeared the band to a large and loyal audience in the 1980s, when they emerged from their hometown of Phoenix, Arizona to redefine the parameters of American indie rock.

Rise to Your Knees (recorded in the band's adopted home base of Austin, Texas) finds the Kirkwoods and new drummer Ted Marcus tapping into the same adventurous spirit that first put Meat Puppets on the map, recapturing the transcendent highs of their most celebrated work. The resulting music adds an inspired new chapter to the already massive legacy of a band whose body of music is an indispensable cornerstone of contemporary alternative rock.

For most of the 1980s, Curt, Cris, and original drummer Derrick Bostrom turned out a remarkable run of independent releases, originally released on the SST label, including such acknowledged underground classics as Meat Puppets, Meat Puppets II, Up on the Sun, Mirage, Huevos and Monsters. On those albums, the band applied punk's loud, fast energy and a free-spirited sense of experimentalism to an ever-evolving mix of bluesy hard rock, high-lonesome twang and homespun psychedelia. The threesome delivered its eclectic iconoclasm with an increasingly sophisticated level of instrumental interplay, highlighted by Curt's inventive guitar runs and his and Cris' rough-hewn vocal harmonies. The trio's dynamic interaction was further reflected in their adrenaline-charged live shows, which were prone to induce delirious sonic highs.

Meat Puppets exercised a massive influence on more than one generation of like-minded indie combos, including Nirvana, whose fandom ran so deep that they invited them along as opening act on their In Utero tour, and invited the Kirkwoods to share the stage to perform three Meat Puppets numbers on Nirvana's historic 1994 MTV Unplugged special.

After nearly a decade of D.I.Y. success, Meat Puppets made a successful transition to major-label status in the first half of the '90s, signing with London Records and releasing Forbidden Places, Too High to Die, and No Joke!, making unexpected inroads into the rock mainstream and even achieving a surprise hit with "Backwater."

The band went on hiatus for the remainder of the '90s, and Curt eventually reemerged leading a completely new, Austin-based four-man Meat Puppets lineup for 2000's Golden Lies. He then formed Eyes Adrift with Nirvana bassist Krist Novoselic and Sublime drummer Bud Gaugh; that outfit released one self-titled album in 2002. Kirkwood then spent an extended stint touring as an acoustic solo act, releasing the stripped-down album Snow under his own name in 2005, before feeling the urge to reactivate Meat Puppets.

"I never broke the band up," asserts Kirkwood. "I never said, 'There's no more Meat Puppets.' I drove thousands and thousands of miles doing solo stuff, and I had a blast doing that, but nobody was watching out for my ass except me. After four or five years of that, I'd had enough and was ready to play electric. And then some trusted friends in Phoenix said that Cris was rehabilitated, so I called him up and he seemed ready."

New drummer Ted Marcus arrived in an appropriately organic fashion, initially entering the band's orbit while working as soundman on a new Meat Puppets documentary, which had been shooting during the early stages on Rise to Your Knees' birth cycle. "After a few days of tracking, everybody was like, 'Sonofabitch, this is amazing,'" recalls Curt.

Having made self-produced low-budget indie records and expensive major-label albums with big-name producers, Kirkwood has a pretty clear idea of which approach works best for his band, whose music has always been rooted in spontaneity and inspiration.

"In the '80s, we used to just crap this stuff out," he notes. "Those SST records cost, like, five grand apiece, if that much, and those are the records that made people like us. Later, when we got into a position to work in bigger studios with outside people, we'd wind up spending a whole bunch of money and having to satisfy the people who gave us that money. We did that all through the '90s, and I'm just not interested in doing that anymore.

"Now, if I can get away with it, I'll make a record as cheap as I can and put as little work as I can into it, which is what we did with this one. I don't like putting a lot time into it. We cut a track, and If we've played it halfway right, we're done with it."

With Rise to Your Knees already the subject of a rapturous groundswell among longtime fans, the reborn Meat Puppets' sense of musical mission is as strong as ever. "I think this is the most dynamic version of the band ever, and so far the love coming from the audience has been really, really great," he notes, adding, "We started when Reagan was in, and I think it's a similar time now. It feels medieval. It feels like the world is a fuckin' pile of shit that's full of snakes and flies, and we're here to put some frosting on it."

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Amy Whitehouse and Arctic Monkeys nominated for Mercury

It's Northern swagger versus London's favourite diva in the battle for this year's Nationwide Mercury Prize.

Arctic Monkeys and Amy Winehouse head the contenders among the 12 albums in the running for the £20,000 prize, unveiled in London today.

The Arctic Monkeys could become the first act to scoop the award twice - and in consecutive years. They won last year with their debut album Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not.

This year they are contenders with their follow-up, Favourite Worst Nightmare. Winehouse is nominated for the second time for her album Back To Black.

The bookmaker William Hill immediately installed Winehouse and Arctic Monkeys as joint 4/1 favourites.

Dizzee Rascal, who won the prize in 2003 with debut Boy In Da Corner, is nominated again this year for Maths And English.

Other contenders include The View, Klaxons, Bat For Lashes and Jamie T. The prize is open to British and Irish acts who have released an album in the past year and covers all genres of music.

Last year the Mercury judges surprised many by going for the "people's choice" in Arctic Monkeys. Industry experts predict the judges may revert to type by choosing a more obscure act this time.

Gennaro Castaldo, from HMV, said: "It will be interesting to see if the judges are prepared to open themselves to potential accusations that they are going too mainstream by voting for the Arctics for a second year in a row or by selecting Amy Winehouse - both of whom have enjoyed massive commercial success - or whether they deliberately go for a less obvious choice in order to show that they remain unpredictable and independently minded.

"You'd have to say this is a fairly well-balanced list, which reflects the diversity and vitality of the British and Irish music scenes right now."

Inclusion on the shortlist means a sales boost for the lesser-known nominees. The prize has been running since 1992 and past winners have included Primal Scream, Suede, Pulp, Ms Dynamite and Franz Ferdinand.

The 12 nominated albums are

Arctic Monkeys - Favourite Worst Nightmare

Amy Winehouse - Back To Black

Dizzee Rascal - Maths And English

The View - Hats Off To The Buskers

Maps - We Can Create

Bat For Lashes - Fur And Gold

Klaxons - Myths Of The Near Future

Jamie T - Panic Prevention

The Young Knives - Voices Of Animals And Men

Fionn Regan - The End Of History

Basquiat Strings with Seb Rochford - Basquiat Strings

New Young Pony Club - Fantastic Playroom

The winner will be announced at a ceremony on September 4.

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Rooney "Calling The World" (2007)


Four years passed between Rooney's [MySpace/Wikipedia] self-titled debut and its follow-up, Calling the World — virtually a lifetime when it comes to many listeners' attention spans. The band spent that time recording and scrapping two albums' worth of material and dealing with label problems; while waiting so long to release new music was a risky move, it probably wasn't as risky as releasing music they didn't believe in completely. As it turns out, Calling the World is a pretty safe bet. Musically speaking, nothing has changed drastically in the band's world since its debut: they still write boy-meets-girl, boy-loses-girl, and boy-gets-over-girl songs, and they still have a knack for loading those songs with plenty of hooks, harmonies, and catchy melodies, all of which are especially apparent on "When Did Your Heart Go Missing?" and the feisty "Don't Come Around Again." However, Calling the World's songs aren't quite as sunny and innocent as Rooney's were. "Are You Afraid?" drives its question home with bombastic, claustrophobic keyboards and paranoid android backing vocals; "All in Your Head"'s insistence that a relationship is purely fictional is almost as cruel as it is catchy. Rooney also update their sound by expanding their influences by a few years, and at times, Calling the World feels like a collection of lost singles from the late '70s and early '80s: "I Should've Been After You"'s guitar heroics, lush buildups, and big harmonies take a page from Queen's playbook, and "Tell Me Soon" feels like a less quirky update of ELO's orchestral pop. Later, "Love Me or Leave Me"'s airy synths and "Paralyzed"'s chunky rhythms nod to new wave and straight-ahead '80s pop/rock. As faithfully as Rooney re-create these sounds on Calling the World, it sometimes feels like the band doesn't bring enough of its own identity to these songs. "What For" is an exception: yes, its limpid guitar lines and pianos can trace their lineage to George Harrison's All Things Must Pass, but the song's genuinely sweet sentiments make it one of the album's most unique songs. Calling the World might not be radically inventive, but its solid songcraft and playful shout-outs to rock history are a lot of fun.

The '80s-pop inspired group Rooney is comprised of Robert Carmine (vocals/guitar), Taylor Locke (guitar), Matt Winter (bass), Louie Stephens (keyboards), and Ned Brower (drums). They began honing their own indie rock appeal in 2000 and cite the Beach Boys and ELO as major influences. Trickles of Blur, Superdrag, and the Cars echo throughout their spunky rock sound, however Rooney is no copycat. Carmine did the college thing for awhile in New York City, but it wasn't exactly his calling. Instead, he and his best friends formed a band and made their live debut in early 2002 while opening for his older brother's band, Phantom Planet. Carmine is the younger sibling of drummer/actor Jason Schwartzman. Several months later, Rooney joined Keith Forsey (Billy Idol, the Psychedelic Furs, Simple Minds) in the studio to record material for their debut album. Dates with the Vines and Weezer coincided those sessions. Spring 2003 saw the release of Rooney's self-titled debut. Rooney's sales spiked when the band appeared on The O.C. in 2004; later that year, the DVD Spit and Sweat arrived, collecting live performances, music videos and interviews. Rooney began recording their second album late in 2004 with producer Tony Hoffer, but the album — tentatively titled "The Kids After Sunset" — was scrapped, despite several songs being posted on the band's Myspace page in 2005. More tracks from the sessions leaked onto the Internet and were dubbed "The Lost Album." The band attempted to record their second album again in fall 2005 with Howard Benson in the producer's seat. The album was slated for a 2006 release but was also scrapped due to the band and label's inability to agree which songs should appear on it. In 2006, Rooney toured with Kelly Clarkson and returned to the studio with producer John Fields for a third, and successful, attempt at their second album. Calling the World was released by Cherrytree Records in summer 2007.

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Monday, July 16, 2007

Laurie Anderson's art-rock classic Big Science is 25


Laurie Anderson's Science Augmented by Lou Reed, Antony

Laurie Anderson's art-rock classic Big Science is 25, and to celebrate, Nonesuch are saving the candles and reissuing the thing instead. But that's not all: according to Uncut, Laurie, along with her pals Lou Reed and Antony Hegarty (of "and the Johnsons" fame), recorded a new version of the record's title track for a Big Science 2 EP. The EP also features a remastered version of "O Superman" from the Big Science LP. Both are due in the UK July 16. UPDATE: THEY WILL BE OUT JULY 17 IN THE U.S.

Laurie also has a few tour dates on the way in Spain and Portugal, which we'll get to after the tracklists.

Big Science 2:

01 Big Science [ft. Lou Reed and Anthony Hagerty]
02 O Superman

Big Science:

01 From the Air
02 Big Science
03 Sweaters
04 Walking and Falling
05 Born Never Asked
06 O Superman
07 Example #22
08 Let X = X
09 It Tango
10 Walk the Dog
11 O Superman

Small tour:

07-13 Braga, Portugal - Theatro Circo
07-15 Lisbon, Portugal - Culturgest
07-17 Madrid, Spain - Festival Veranos de la Villa

Video: Laurie Anderson: Lost Art of Conversation [live with Lou Reed]

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

Josh Rouse "Country Mouse, City House" (2007)

By Andy Gill

First Published in The Independent: 13 July 2007

Few contemporary singer-songwriters are as beholden to the genre's original early-1970s stylings as Josh Rouse, whose 2003 album 1973 made explicit his affection for that era. Country Mouse, City House, like last year's Subtitulo, mines that vein with a soft-rock format that resembles the kind of thoughtful, easy-going country-rock sound arrived at by Rick Nelson.

Period influences seep through as Rouse reflects on his past in songs like " God, Please Let Me Go Back" – an apology dressed in wan threads of banjo and Harrison-ic slide guitar – and "Hollywood Bass Player", where the guitars and clavinet can't quite disguise the melodic echoes of " Big Yellow Taxi" lurking beneath. As with Subtitulo, Rouse's semi-expat lifestyle, between Nashville and Spain, brings a benign, worldly calm to his work that's noticeably at odds with the more aggressive tone with which most American songwriters would deal with the themes of isolation, separation and death in songs such as "Domesticated Lovers" and "Nice To Fit In".

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The Cure Plans to Release Double Album

The Cure are obviously firm believers in a good bargain. With their 13th studio album in the works, Robert Smith and the boys are planning to release a double disc that the band has agreed to sell for the reasonable price of one. With disc one consisting of all new material, disc two will showcase tracks hand picked by Smith himself. With the origin of three tracks dating all the way back from the 80s, the double disc will have material that fans of all ages will appreciate. With Smith already admitting that the album has gone through numerous revisions to reflect his current age, it will be exciting to hear a newer sense of maturity from the seasoned rockers.
With a fall tour quickly approaching, be sure to look out for new material making cameos all throughout.

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Saturday, July 14, 2007

NIKKI SIXX's 'The Heroin Diaries': Book, Album Release Dates Announced


MÖTLEY CRÜE bassist Nikki Sixx will release a new album, "The Heroin Diaries", on August 21, as a precursor to his autobiography of the same name, which arrives September 25. The album's 12 tracks each match up with one chapter in the book; first single "Life Is Beautiful" can be downloaded from the book's MySpace.com page.

"The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star" offers an unflinching and utterly gripping look at Sixx's descent into drug addiction with a soundtrack, featuring James Michael and DJ Ashba (ex-BEAUTIFUL CREATURES), to match.

Few bands were as influential as MÖTLEY CRÜE in making the 1980s the heavy metal decade. Theirs is a cyclonic story of runaway success and its price, blending outrageous record sales and arena headline tours with smashed up cars, jail sentences, models, drugs, breakups, reunions and more breakups.

In this candid memoir, Nikki Sixx — MÖTLEY CRÜE's bassist and main songwriter — recounts the band's heyday. "The Heroin Diaries" takes readers along on one of the most breathless and harrowing roller coaster rides in the history of pop music. At its heart lies the author's nightmare come true: a punishing heroin addiction that brought him and the band to the edge of losing much more than just their spot on the charts. Serving up snapshots of rock culture at its most manic, this insider's look at triumph and tragedy is every bit as explosive as the musical odyssey it chronicles.

Nikki Sixx was born Frank Feranna in San Jose, California, in 1958 and grew up in Seattle with his grandmother. At the age of seventeen, he sold his guitars and took a bus to Los Angeles, where he began hanging out in local clubs and playing in bands. He founded MÖTLEY CRÜE in 1981 with friend Tommy Lee. Today he's a family man with numerous projects in the works, including songwriting for other artists, a movie, a new band, a clothing line, and ongoing work with the CRÜE.

"The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star" will come out through MTV Books/Simon & Schuster. The accompanying original concept soundtrack will be released by Eleven Seven Music and distributed by ADA, with a portion of proceeds donated to Nikki's Running Wild in the Night, a fundraising initiative for Covenant House. The book is a tell-all covering 12 months in Sixx's battle against addiction, drawn from Nikki's 1986 and '87 journals, and reportedly makes CRÜE's celebrated "Dirt", now being made into a motion picture, sound like Mary Poppins.

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Daft Punk do the movies


Robot love: So you've reinvented dance music, packed out stadiums and won over hip hop royalty. What next for Daft Punk? Umm, an art-house flick about melting robots.

You can only imagine the confused faces in the boardroom when the pitch came in. Two French disco producers want to make a film about robots driving through south-west America, on a mission to have their heads transformed into human ones with liquid latex. The proposed feature is 70 minutes long, has no talking and, although neither have any experience in cinematography, the disco producers want to shoot and direct it themselves. Transformers, this ain't. Add to this the fact that they're not employing many proper actors and plan to sneak in a close-up of a young lady's pudenda into the final cut. And that the soundtrack will feature none of their own, popular music, but, instead, suicidal folk, a baroque liturgy, as well as such radio-friendly hit makers as Franz Joseph Haydn. Oh, and they want a helicopter, some explosives, a black Ferrari and a pair of leather jumpsuits made by the world's most sought after clothes designer. Drafting the cheque already, fantasy film financiers? Well, it's a good thing that Daft Punk don't need your cash.

Ten years on from their debut hit album, Homework, Daft Punk are still a formidable presence in the music world. Right now, they're part-way through a huge international tour, playing a greatest-hits set to stadiums filled with adoring fans. Clubs are throbbing to French dance music once again, courtesy of Daft Punk acolytes such as DJ Mehdi, Justice and Busy P. Hip-hop stars are also paying their respects. Last spring Busta Rhymes rapped over a Daft Punk break on his Touch It single; now Kanye West has borrowed from the duo's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, on his new single, imaginatively entitled Stronger. Yet, despite all this acclaim, Daft Punk seem keener on half-filled film theatres than packed sports arenas.
"We expected it to be less popular than Discovery, of course" concedes Thomas Bangalter, the more talkative one, comparing the pair's cinematic debut, Electroma, to their multi-million selling 2001 album; "the film is experimental and inaccessible; however, it's a movie that does not require your brain to function."

Bangalter and his production partner and co-director, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, are seated in a smart west London hotel suite, having recently returned from their soundcheck for the Wireless festival. Known for their wariness of the press, the duo are recording our interview on minidisc.

To avoid any misunderstanding Thomas is explaining their intentions in considered sentences. There follows much discussion of Magritte, dot-to-dot books, and the subjectivity of musical appreciation; all of which sounds like, not so much cinematic nonsense on stilts as Gallic bullshit on a quad-bike.

"It is a film without dialogue, almost without actors," Bangalter says, "does it fit into the blockbuster film industry or the pop charts?" before answering, haughtily: "it does not."

This would all be rather embarrassing were Electroma not a gem. Daft Punk's widescreen debut is a beautiful, sun-blushed nugget of cinema. From the clunk-click of the 1987 Ferrari 412's doors at the start to the burning figure at its end, Electroma urges viewers to hit the "off" switch on their higher faculties, and float down a sweet stretch of 20th century celluloid, recalling the science fiction of THX 1138, through the Cali rock mythology of Zabriskie Point, via Gus Van Sant's Death Trilogy, the androids of Westworld, the nudes of Edward Weston and Brian De Palma's camp rock horror excursions.

As a multiplex option, Electroma is unlikely to appeal to all the ravers who cheered along in Hyde Park this summer. Yet, rather than an embarrassing stab at vanity cinema, the film could seal Daft Punk's reputation as art-house playboys. Unlike the Sex Pistol's Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle, the Monkees' Head or U2's Rattle and Hum, Electroma may be their first film of many.

Hundreds of bands may tout cinematic references, yet few have them as hard-wired as Daft Punk. Guy-Man and Thomas met two decades ago this year, at the perfect cinema-going ages of 13 and 12. They spent much of those early days in the flea-pits of the Latin Quarter in Paris. Bangalter says the first movie they saw together was The Lost Boys.

"We went to the cinema on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons, when there's no school in France," he explains, "We watched a lot of classic films, from Charlie Chaplin to Fellini."

The one movie which they saw together more than 20 times was Phantom Of The Paradise, Brian De Palma's 1974 rock musical, based loosely around Phantom of the Opera (both this and Electroma feature "a hero with a black leather outfit and a helmet").

A love of smart movies and movie-makers remained. Daft Punk began working with Spike Jonze on their first video, when they were barely in their 20s. Michel Gondry directed the second, while Roman Coppola (Sofia's brother, Francis' son) shot the final promo from their debut LP. To accompany the singles from their second CD, Thomas and Guy-Man commissioned their own cartoon sci-fi feature, in conjunction with Japanese anime legend, Leiji Matsumoto.

These contacts stayed in the robots' Rolodex. Bangalter lives in LA with his actress girlfriend, Elodie Bouchez, star of one of Roman's features, and perhaps the model for Electroma's brief nude shot, sneaked in among a sand dune sequence. It was Jonze who put Daft Punk in touch with Electroma's special effects maverick, Tony Gardiner.

"Tony worked on Michael Jackson's Thriller video, when he was 17," explains Bangalter, "he turned Gwyneth Paltrow into a very fat woman for Shallow Hal." Although the duo's Parisian friends, Alex and Martin, first made the robot outfits, Bangalter says that on Electroma, "Tony brought them to life."

The film's producer, Paul Hahn, was a close associate of Gondry's, before co-founding DP's production company, Daft Arts. Hahn was tasked with finding two Thomas and Guy-Man sized actors to fill the lead roles. After considering a number of hunky Hollywood types - much to Guy-Man and Thomas' amusement - Paul eventually cast Peter Hurteau and Michael Reich, two production assistants who had worked on other Daft Arts projects. Hahn describes the process as a "Cinderella story". "The leather outfits and robot masks were tailored to Guy-Man and Thomas's physiques," Paul explains, referring to the biker-style leathers, designed by Hedi Slimane, former chief-designer at Dior Homme, for the duo in 2004; "it was a case of finding someone to fit into their bodies."

A number of additional helmets were produced for the extras. How many, is hard to say. The net figure is somewhere around 40.

Beyond these, few props were made solely for Electroma. Even the high-tech facility, where the robots have their faces slapped on, has appeared in another film.

"There's a big prize for the person who can name that movie," Bangalter jokes.

Electroma contains no use of CGI, and Thomas shot the movie himself, on 35mm Kodak stock. As this was his first experience of lensing a motion picture, Bangalter prepared by buying and reading more than 200 old copies of American Cinematographer magazine. The resultant shots are surprisingly accomplished. Just as Daft Punk are meticulous in music production, so they are equally obsessive in their film work.

Thomas: "I don't know if it's obsessive."

Well, you are perfectionists...

Thomas: "Perfection is also something that doesn't exist."

Erm, do you work hard?

Guy-Manuel: "We work hard."

Thomas: "We pay attention to every detail."

Rather than being distributed nationally, the film now plays every Saturday night at the witching hour, in an old Parisian cinema in the same movie-going district as they used to frequent.

"You have people there every Saturday," says Bangalter, rather proudly.

Daft Punk may sell-out stadiums and kick it with Kanye, but they seem happier pleasing a few Parisian film geeks.

Bangalter: "It's unexpected, doing underground art next to a Kanye West single. It's funny to be able to stretch and still not feel like you're a sell out - to be able to express yourself with integrity."

Having already hit the big time, it seems that Daft Punk's hardest task now is to avoid success, and damn the cost.

· Electroma is on at selected cinemas across the UK (see electroma.org), DVD out Sep 3

Pop screen: five more cult rock flicks

200 Motels (1971)

Bonkers Frank Zappa-fronted hippy flick that resembles Tiswas for acid casualties. Plus, Keith Moon as a nun!

Ladies And Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains (1981)

Take lower league brat packers, Diane Lane and Laura Dern, cast them in a fictitious punk band, then draft in half the Sex Pistols, Paul Simonon and Ray Winstone. Grindhouse gold.

Phantom Of The Paradise (1974)

Brian De Palma's glitzy rock musical reworked chunks of Faust and Phantom Of The Opera.

Privilege (1967)

Pitched somewhere between Hard Days Night and 1984, Privilege predicts the corporate takeover of rock'n'roll and stars Paul Jones of Manfred Mann.

Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (1978)

The Bee Gees "interpret" Beatles classics for this rock opera. Badness.

New Billy Joel Pop Single "All My Life" Available Exclusively On iTunes


COLUMBIA RECORDS ANNOUNCES THE RELEASE OF "ALL MY LIFE," BILLY JOEL'S FIRST NEWLY-WRITTEN & NEWLY-RECORDED POP SONG SINCE 1993's "RIVER OF DREAMS"

New Billy Joel Pop Single To Premiere On People.com

"All My Life" Available Exclusively On iTunes

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Columbia Records will release "All My Life," the long-awaited new pop single from the iconic singer/songwriter/performer Billy Joel. "All My Life" is Billy's first new pop music since his 5x platinum Grammy-nominated album, River of Dreams, was released in 1993.

"All My Life" was recorded at New York's Legacy Recording Studios and produced by longtime musical associate Phil Ramone, who first worked with Billy on the artist's 1977 breakout album, The Stranger, and shared Grammy Awards with Billy for 1978's Song of the Year, "Just The Way You Are," and 1979's Album of the Year, 52nd Street.

Written as Billy's anniversary present to his wife, Katie Lee Joel, the romantic "All My Life" will premiere exclusively on People magazine's online homepage, People.com, the week leading into Valentine's Day, where it may streamed or incorporated into a Valentine's Day e-card for everyone's special someone.

"All My Life" will be available as an exclusive download on iTunes from before becoming more widely available online through a variety of digital services.

The track will be commercially available as a ringtone/ringback with a commercial CD single of "All My Life" to follow.

Billy Joel performed the National Anthem at Super Bowl XLI on February 4, 2007, marking Billy's second time performing anthem at the Super Bowl.

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Ornette Coleman and Cecil Taylor Live

The alto saxophonist, 77, and the pianist, 78, are unequivocally still there for the music.

The refurbished Royal Festival Hall got its first taste of jazz courtesy of Ornette Coleman and Cecil Taylor, two vigorously surviving founding fathers of the explosive 1960s avant garde. Alto saxophonist Coleman is 77 now, and pianist Taylor 78, but neither man is any nearer to planning a show's precise course, let alone showcasing a "legacy". Taylor was exploring a first-time partnership with the sax virtuoso and composer Anthony Braxton, while Coleman (whose gait is slower, but whose sound still cuts through a room like a flame) played the following night with a typically idiosyncratic lineup - him, his son Denardo on drums and three bass players. Both shows brought standing ovations.

After a prologue of reciting his vivid sound-poetry and rattling shakers offstage, Taylor began in duo with his empathetic percussionist Tony Oxley. The famous rapid-fire chords and lightning-bolt treble clusters still surfaced in bursts, but as rejoinders to fluid, rippling, even tender treble melodies. Bassist William Parker then played an unaccompanied bowed solo that sounded like a choir of ghostly voices.
The rest of the evening had Taylor, Parker, Oxley and multi-saxist Anthony Braxton on a single, seamless, mostly improvised jam, full of dynamic contrasts and idiosyncratic, on-the-fly logic. Taylor scrambled inside the piano lid while Braxton played a single, quavering, circular-breathed note. Braxton played raucous, guttural alto-sax lines while the band unleashed a steady, rolling thunder. Close to the finish, Oxley launched a cymbal feel that was almost swing, while the others ascended to a collective typhoon ended by Taylor's peremptory, that's-it chords.

Coleman's gig was just as fast-moving, though with more references to a skewed jazz time, and to funk. Bassist Charnett Moffett provided a furious backdrop of fast jazzy walks and wailing electronics, while Tony Falanga contributed a classically articulated counter-melody. Falanga also quoted the Rite of Spring's opening passage, and Bach's first cello suite, just for Coleman's mercurial alto to pick up the themes and play with them. Several Coleman classics then followed, including the anthemic free-funk melody from Dancing in Your Head, and the Monkish blues Turnaround; there was also some exquisite slow ballad playing, and an infectiously rocking groover close to the end.

Taylor and Coleman are unequivocally still there for the music, however it turns out. The audiences sensed they were present as jazz history was being celebrated - but still being made, too.

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Exclusive: first review of Prince's new album


Planet Earth is too good to be so lightly sold, so why is it being given away with a tabloid?

His contemporaries from the Class of 1958 no longer lead the way. Michael Jackson is now widely derided. Head girl Madonna becomes less interesting with every public pronouncement.

So the decision of Prince, still one of the planet’s biggest live draws, to sacrifice his miraculously preserved credibility by giving away this new album with a Sunday tabloid looks mystifying (in every other territory it will be distributed conventionally).

Although The Artist Now Known As Prince Again has long used the internet to distribute surplus material to loyal fanatics, this ten-track set, recorded earlier this year, is not mere filler. Fondly remembered former collaborators Wendy and Lisa even appear on the incongruous though wildly catchy funky-country of The One U Wanna C and the melancholic Lion of Judah, despite its title closer to Fleetwood Mac than anything spiritual.

Now clearly reconciled to a career in stadia, Prince smears bombastic lead guitar over several tracks, notably the crass eco-ballad of the title track (which unexpectedly resembles Barry Manilow’s Could It Be Magic at one point). Single Guitar borrows from U2’s early fumblings, yet possesses a bouncy charm while the short, sweet All the Midnights In The World is as elegant as Stevie Wonder.

Less effective is the run of the mill R & B of the interminable Future Baby Mama, surely testament that talking women of child-bearing age into bed takes Prince much longer these days. The blatant funk of Chelsea Rodgers certainly moves, though to nowhere in particular, while the supposedly seductive Somewhere Here On Earth returns us to the era that produced the water bed.

This probably won’t persuade anyone to change their newspaper buying habits permanently (only a new set from Sly Stone would ensure that). But nonetheless Planet Earth is too good to be so lightly sold. And, ironically, many copies of Planet Earth will end up right there - in landfill.

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Metallica Live


On the day after their performance as part of the Live Earth event at Wembley Stadium, Metallica returned to put on a soirée of their own at the same massive venue.

“It’s a little different today. I feel a different energy,” the singer and guitarist James Hetfield told the 65,000 fans, who roared their approval and shook horn-shaped fists above their heads as if cracking a whip in unison. Platitudes about saving the planet were certainly not on the menu.

This outing has been dubbed the “Sick of the Studio” tour, because it has afforded Metallica a break from the lengthy process of writing and recording their next album, tentatively scheduled for release next year. But it seemed that the group were also sick of their last album, St Anger, which, in America, remains the lowest-selling they have yet released. In a show lasting well over two hours the Californian quartet did not include a single track from it.

Instead, the original monsters of rock went back to the tried and tested with a holding operation of exemplary focus and intensity, but little in the way of innovation or invention.

Their music has traditionally explored extremes of speed, density and volume, with lyrics dwelling on the twin themes of death and destruction. All bases were covered with the opening salvo of Creeping Death, a song about the systematic killing of firstborn sons.

Hetfield who, with his long, greying beard, looked rather like an Egyptian Pharaoh, was ably assisted by the crowd as he barked out the injunction to Die by My Hand. Lars Ulrich hammered away at his drums, tongue lolling, face and hair plastered in sweat like a marathon runner close to the end of his tether, as they rolled straight into For Whom the Bell Tolls.

There was no drum solo, but the orc-like Robert Trujillo unleashed a rumbling bass guitar “doodle” of superhuman dexterity, while the guitarist Kirk Hammett supplied moments of similarly heroic endeavour throughout, albeit with a more mercurial touch.

There were occasional oases of calm during numbers such as Unforgiven and Nothing Else Matters when, the ban on smoking notwithstanding, a mass of twinkling lighters were raised aloft by the crowd.

But as darkness fell, a succession of pyrotechnic explosions rent the air and the stage was turned into a raging battlefield of sound and light for One and Enter Sandman, a dramatic close to a committed and rigorously executed rifle through the band’s back pages.

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Blondie Live


It was 30 years ago that Blondie first made waves in punk-era Britain with their self-titled debut album.

Once the overlooked runts of the downtown New York scene, these New Wave icons scored their first big success by hooking up with a British label and producer, becoming platinum-selling pop deities here before conquering their homeland. To judge by their rapturous reception in London, that special transatlantic bond remains as strong as ever.

Not many bands of Blondie’s vintage can still fill venues as large as the Hammersmith Apollo, especially after a messy split and long hiatus for most of the 1980s and 1990s. But these reformed New Yorkers are now eight years and two albums into their second act, their comeback cemented by belated elevation to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last year.

Even in her sixties, Debbie Harry remains a striking beauty. Sporting a short muddy-blonde crop, this former Bunny Girl and international sex symbol still cuts a shapely and statuesque figure on stage, even if her bizarre dance moves have a whiff of Jennifer Saunders in Absolutely Fabulous about them.

Several times she clutched at her hair as if it were on fire. She also appeared to mime batting away a persistent wasp, clawing holes in wet cement and stuffing an outsized quilt into a narrow cupboard.

The largest chunk of the set derived from Blondie’s 1979 bestseller Parallel Lines, which spawned half a dozen hit singles. Sunday Girl and Picture This still had the sweetly chiming, bittersweet tang of thwarted teenage romance about them. But Hanging on the Telephone lacked the sulky urgency that once gave it vitality, and the climactic encore version of the former chart-topper Heart of Glass felt graceless and clunky compared with its sleek, timeless studio blueprint. At least the non-single track from the album, Will Anything Happen, packed a little more musical grit and lyrical bite.

Of course, Harry remains the band’s focal point and raison d’etre. Her voice is still strong and distinctive, equal parts aloof sneer and kittenish purr. Without her, Blondie would long ago have been forgotten as catchy but lightweight powerpop plodders.

Indeed, when she was not singing, many of their tunes sounded thin and flat. Chris Stein, the guitarist and Harry’s former boyfriend and chief songwriting partner, also peppered the set with too many dreary blues-rock jams. We expect this kind of blustery self-indulgence from old rockers, but not classic three-minute bubblegum pop icons.

Although they were one of the first groups to incorporate disco and rap into mainstream pop, Blondie displayed surprisingly little rhythmic dexterity in London. Even the reggae lilt of The Tide is High and the choppy funk of Rapture felt rushed and ungainly.

This was rock without the roll, stiff and stodgy where once it was svelte and slinky. While it was heartwarming to see a legend like Harry still on fine form, excitement levels remained low all night. Perhaps inevitably, this was ultimately a New Wave nostalgia night, just a few degrees away from tribute-band cabaret.

*The tour continues: today, Edinburgh Castle; tomorrow, Thetford Forest, Suffolk; Sun 15, Blackpool Opera House; Tue 17, Carlisle Sands Centre; Wed 18, Manchester Apollo; Thu 19, Harrogate International Conference Centre; Sat 21, Lovebox Festival, London E9.

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Friday, July 13, 2007

Natascha Atlas "Mish Maoul" (2006)



As befits her globetrotting lifestyle and influences, Middle Eastern singer NATACHA ATLAS (MySpace/Wikipedia] continues to create a body of work that refuses to be neatly categorized. Over the past decade, she has entrancingly fused North African and Arabic music with western electronic beats to produce a unique dance music hybrid. This sound has constantly been fed by fresh musical passions and testing in new sonic settings. With her latest album MISH MAOUL, her career comes full circle to touch base with her roots. The new album harks back in its sound and traditions to the music she grew up hearing in the Moroccan suburb of Brussels, particularly when the Golden Sound Studio Orchestra of Cairo makes its entrance. It also reunites her again with the Temple of Sound’s Nick Page aka Count Dubulah, with whom she first worked in Transglobal Underground and who helped produce her very first solo album Diaspora (and many subsequent collaborations).

Natacha Atlas (it’s her real name) was born in Belgium, of Middle Eastern descent, with ancestral and familial links to Egypt, Palestine and Morocco. Having moved around the world for most of her life, living in Brussels, Egypt, Greece and England, her experience of different cultures has most certainly influenced her music.

Natacha’s first break came when she sang on Balearic beat crew !Loca¡’s club hit “Timbal”, and was drawn into the Jah Wobble circle, singing and co-writing with his just-forming band Invaders of the Heart. (She has recently worked with Wobble again, on the 2002 Wobble/Temple of Sound album Shout At The Devil). She also met Transglobal Underground, the London-based multicultural collective who, in blending electronica, dub, hip-hop and funk with Indian, African and Middle Eastern musical forms, were significant role models for today’s world-dance phenomenon. The encounter was to turn into a long-standing, happy association. First guesting with them in 1991, two years later she became a member of the core quartet of Transglobal, as lead singer and belly-dancer (the latter not some kind of limp tourist-pleasing wiggle but the real raq sharki). A couple of years later, it was the band’s Tim Whelan, Hamid ManTu and Nick Page (a.k.a. Count Dubulah, now of Temple of Sound) who helped her to make her first solo album, Diaspora. Parallel with the success of her solo albums, she remained a full-time Transglobal member, and the Transglobals constituted as her backing band, until they left Nation in 1999, and they have remained allies throughout her subsequent career.

Diaspora was released in 1995 and combined the dubby, beat-driven global dance approach of Transglobal with the more traditional work of Arabic musicians, and the result was a critically acclaimed collection of songs of love and yearning. 1997’s Halim followed, and then Gedida in 1999, both intelligently and naturally fusing Middle Eastern and European styles, and delighting an ever-increasing audience in both territories. 2000 saw the release of The Remix Collection, in which material from the first three albums was given the treatment by a variety of remixers, including Talvin Singh, Banco de Gaia, Youth, 16B, Klute, the Bullitnuts, TJ Rehmi, Spooky and the Transglobals. Natacha’s fourth album Ayeshteni was released in 2001. It bears, as its only English-language song, a particularly splendid example of how this singer can take on a classic and cast new light and excitement on it - a mighty rendering of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ “I Put A Spell On You”. 2002’s album, The Natacha Atlas & Marc Eagleton Project’s Foretold In The Language Of Dreams, was a considerable departure. No beats; a calm, shimmering album, involving a slightly smaller cast than usual, including Syrian qanun master Abdullah Chhadeh, whom Natacha married in 1999.

Apart from her own projects, Natacha remains very much in demand as a guest singer for the recordings and performances of a remarkably wide range of musicians, including Nitin Sawhney, Jocelyn Pook, the Indigo Girls, FunDaMental, Ghostland, Abdel Ali Slimani, Toires, !Loca¡, Musafir, Sawt El Atlas, Franco Battiato, Juno Reactor, Dhol Foundation, Jah Wobble, Jaz Coleman, Apache Indian (on his chart hit Arranged Marriage), Mick Karn, Jean-Michel Jarre’s Millennium Night spectacular at the Pyramids, Jonathan Demme’s new film The Truth About Charlie, and David Arnold’s film scores including Stargate and Die Another Day.

“She embodies the message that there is strength in diversity, that our differences - be they ethnic, racial or religious - are a source of riches to be embraced rather than feared.” - ex-President of Ireland Mary Robinson, who in 2001 appointed Atlas Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Conference Against Racism.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Black Devil Disco Club "In Dub" (2007)



PITCHFORKMEDIA.COM: So few caught on to the mysterious Black Devil the first time around that it's no shock the group/guy/studio construct's excellent second coming, 28 Later, also took people by surprise. The 2006 disc of classic-sounding Italo disco came with little corroborating documentation, and to this day its contents remain unclear. Did the album round up songs from the vaults, or did the elusive, reclusive Bernard Fevre come up with new tracks in the mold of his earlier late-70s/early-80s music? No one seems to know for sure.


If the music did come from the vaults, and if there was more where it came from, you'd think Fevre would capitalize on it with a quick sequel. That 28 Later has instead been followed by a more or less rote remix album In Dub implies one of three things. One, there's nothing left in the vaults, leaving it to remixers to extend the group's already limited legacy. Two, there is more to be dusted off, but not much, and Fevre intends to dole it out at a leisurely pace. Or three, 28 Later was indeed of a more recent vintage than its retro sound indicated, but Fevre needed to buy some time to come up with more of the same.

This being Black Devil, or at least their 21st century reincarnation, In Dub isn't quite what it's billed as. Anyone expecting deconstructed versions of Fevre's already spare and streamlined songs will probably be disappointed by the autuer's jittery takes on his own tracks, which generally clutter up his cool sci-fi disco soundscapes with unnecessary sonic distractions that detract from their cyber-sexy awesomeness. "On Just Foot (Dub)" is total b-side doofiness, while the best bits of "Coach Me (Dub)" and "An Other Skin (Dub)" are close enough to their original counterparts. Fevre (or whomever) has more fun with "Constantly No Respect (Dub)", playing with the levels, isolating some of the vocals, dropping the beat in and out, but nothing on Fevre's half of In Dub furthers advances the dialogue he decided to restart.

The second half of In Dub, where Fevre lets a handful of likeminded fans have their way with his tracks, is also where the fun kicks in, and while it won't change the way you listen to 28 Later, it at least better hints how much this stuff clearly resonates with Fevre's erstwhile descendants and adherents.

"The Devil in Us (En Francais)" gets some acid house touches from Elitechnique, the results sounding more 1980s than even what Fevre drummed up. Some of the dissonant menace is gone, the beat's been boosted and, oh yeah, now the song's in French. "On Just Foot (Slide Inside)" features Prins Thomas having his Norwegian way with the tune, weaving Fevre's vocal doots and synth squelches into an even funkier confection that magnifies the sequencer pulse.

In Flagranti seemingly slows down "Coach Me (Again and Again)", accenting the disco backbeat and downplaying the melody until its throbs like a druggy afterthought. Quiet Village transforms "I Regret the Flower Power (Fragments of Fear)" into ambient microhouse bliss, and Black Mustang's decision to replace the snare with handclaps heightens the disco euphoria.

Unit 4 doesn't do anything special with the minimalist vamp "An Other Skin (Days of Blackula)", but like the best remixes it brings a few fresh ideas to the table without completely ignoring the song's original attributes. Like the rest of the remixes proper, It's enough to make waiting through Fevre walking in place worthwhile, rewarding your patience with savvy takes on Fevre's decidedly unsavvy retro-futurism. It's nothing new, but like everything else Black Devil's done, it'll at least make you move. [Official Artist Site] [Official MySpace Site].

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Black Strobe "Burn Your Own Church" (2007)


PITCHFORKMEDIA.COM: This French dance act has spent years and years living up to its name, turning out singles, mixes, and remixes with a lovably brutal aesthetic-- a grim combination of flickering synthesizers, clenched-teeth rave-era energy, and calls back to the epic, addled clanging of old European hardcore. Along with acts like Vitalic, you might even give them some credit for helping usher the electro boom of the early 00s into the new land of grand, buzzy electro-house. And now, after the very significant departure of founder Ivan Smagghe, after bulking up to an actual instruments-and-all band, and after finally having gotten around to producing an LP, they offer us...bad metal? Instead of keeping up the clean-lined flicker of their best work, Black Strobe have slathered Burn Your Own Church in rock stuff: bottom-heavy power-chord snarl, lascivious grunting, and levels of dark posturing that rival the most ludicrous depths/heights of the goth era. Lengthy stretches sound like Trent Reznor, Glenn Danzig, and Korn have teamed up to host a Belgian drag competition.

I know, I know: That makes it sound kind of awesome, right? Except in this competition, Marilyn Manson wins, and the first ear-grabbing track is trying depressingly hard to sound like NIN's "Closer". The most mind-blowing thing about this album, in fact, is that it can spend so much time in the land of over-the-top ludicrous goth preening without ever getting any fun-- hell, not even any camp-- out of it. I mean, between Rammstein and last year's Eurovision song contest being won by guys who actually dress up as monsters, the stakes for dark-rock amazement are pretty high: Not even the French have much excuse for finding nu-metal chugging exciting and exotic, let alone anyone who's set foot in an American mall since 1992. Germany's T. Raumschmiere tried this two years ago, with his own electro-metal Blitzkrieg Pop, and it wasn't working then, either.

Granted, there's still a decent quotient of raw, pulsing synth around here ("Buzz Buzz Buzz"). A few of the band's electro-rock hybrids even achieve some grinding grandeur ("Last Club on Earth")-- no doubt you'd be perfectly happy to hear one on a night out. But consider that only one track embarrasses itself enough to really win hearts: a cover of Bo Diddley's "I'm a Man", done over as a shuffling glam stomp. With Parisian Bo Diddley vocals. With a video featuring what looks like a teddy-boy Lemmy strutting around his own personal version of Shaft. There's a reason the video starts in front of a mirror: If you're gonna listen to something ridiculous, you might as well be able to make ridiculous faces, poses along with it, snarl along like a jackass in your car. And that's something the bulk of these tracks-- camp Diddley aside-- are surprisingly bad at facilitating.

Black Strobe may be a good thing, historically, but this record isn't: Stick with "Me and Madonna", or "Italian Fireflies", or "Chemical Sweet Girl", or their remixes of Bloc Party, Alter Ego, Playgroup, and the Rapture, or "Nazi Trance Fuck Off", or their "Biggest Fan" remix for Martini Bros.-- any of years and years of stuff that works a whole lot better than this.

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Interview: Debbie Harry


Debbie Harry and Blondie started out in the same place as most of their friends and peers. They were outcasts and weirdoes, making music in a scene comprising like-minded (if dissimilar) souls with no other place to go.

These days, Harry is a star, and several of Blondie's songs established classics. Yet she and the group continue to tour and make new music, and Harry herself has a new solo album, Necessary Evil, due this August, while her band's Eat to the Beat was recently reissued. We spoke to her about making music then versus now, what made Blondie unique for a punk band, and the end of the CBGB's era.
Pitchfork: It's been a little while now, but how did it feel to see CBGB's finally close?

Debbie Harry: It was sad. We played the next to last night, on a Saturday-- it closed on a Sunday. I didn't think it would be that sad, but I realized that I was kind of bending over and kissing my ass goodbye. [laughs] It wasn't like I was hanging out there every night of the week, but occasionally there would be something or somebody I wanted to see. Then to realize it's gone…

Pitchfork: It's ironic that it's living on as a fashion store.

Debbie Harry: Yeah. There's a double edge to that, too. The girls who started the merchandising and t-shirts for CBGB's are singers, Tish and Snooky. They used to be my backup singers for a little while. They had a band of their own and used to perform at CBGB's, so were really a part of CBGB's from the very beginning. They had a store on St. Mark's Place where they sold used clothes. They used to buy dresses in these huge bundles form some warehouse. They'd buy these bulk things of old clothes and just make a huge pile in the center of the floor. People would go in there and dig through. That was Manic Panic.

Pitchfork: Could you imagine CBGB's being better known as a brand than as a punk venue?

Debbie Harry: Well, CBGB's was always based on finding music. So if you're actually going to wear the logo, you're wearing a logo that's about finding music. That's kind of nice. It's really not about a trademark or designer, but about a musical philosophy, really.

Pitchfork: Something that people gloss over is that clubs like CBGB's weren't started as places for punk bands to play; punk bands played there because they couldn't play anywhere else.

Debbie Harry: Exactly.

Pitchfork: While CBGB's has become synonymous with punk, but punk was never that monolithic. Television sounded nothing like the Ramones, who sounded nothing like the Talking Heads. Who sounded nothing like Blondie. Did you ever bristle at being called punk rock? Did you even consider yourselves punk?

Debbie Harry: I think what we thought when "punk" came out as a title or description…it came out on these posters that said "punk is coming." It was all over the city.

Pitchfork: You're talking about Punk, the magazine.

Debbie Harry: Yes. That sort of unified the scene, so it became "the punk scene," but it really had nothing to do with the music. It sort of germinated from CBGB's because that was one of the few places we had to play. And all the different bands, as you said, all the different styles and sounds, came out of "the punk scene." Much later on it became a style of music.

Pitchfork: What I think allowed Blondie and, to a lesser extent, the Talking Heads to make that transition to the 80s is that you were among the first bands of the punk scene to embrace black dance music, whether disco or hip-hop. Did anyone in the scene turn their backs on that, out of either competition or fear?

Debbie Harry: There was some resistance to the disco scene, not so much to black music, especially reggae. With bands like the Bad Brains, that was never much of an issue. But with disco, there were some people who really took offense. [laughs] Maybe they still hate us.

Pitchfork: In Chicago around that time, I think a lot of negative reaction to disco and later house music came about because it wasn't just black music but black and gay music.

Debbie Harry: I think now, with this whole immigration thing with Mexico, [we're going to get] a lot of new strains of Latin music. I suppose it already exists, but I expect it to become more intertwined and amalgamated, too. There's a huge population in this country of Mexican and South American people, even in little towns.

Pitchfork: And some of those people may still be discovering punk for the first time. Do you think someone hearing Blondie for the first time in 2007 is hearing it differently than they might have heard it 30 years ago?

Debbie Harry: Gee, I suppose so. I think technology may put things into different time periods. It has a specific sound, specific instruments. So there is that. I don't know. It's hard for me to say, really. That happens to me, I'll hear something and recognize it from a specific period.

Pitchfork: A lot of people reach a cut-off point when it comes to discovering new music, when it starts to take actual effort. Did you ever hit that cut-off point?

Debbie Harry: It happened to me a long time ago, because being a writer, I tried not to have a lot of things in my head. I go through cycles with that. If I'm going out to clubs and checking out new bands, it's during down time, as it were, sort of relaxing, going out and being entertained, checking things out locally. That I really enjoy. But if I'm trying to write, I don't usually pay that much attention to what other people are doing.

Pitchfork: You performed recently with Lily Allen. Do you come across someone like that and think, hey, we should get together, or does someone suggest her to you? Some people see a lot of you in her.

Debbie Harry: Well, I don't think she sounds like me. I do think she's incredible. She's truly unique. She has this incredible voice, and she's so musical. She's really interesting.

Pitchfork: She's also pretty adept, like Blondie, at blending musical styles.

Debbie Harry: It's very urban. It has sort of this jazz flavor to it, and her voice itself is a very jazz-like instrument. Yet the style, the way she writes and her lyrics, are very contemporary and much more straight-ahead rock.

Pitchfork: You've worked with the Jazz Passengers. Is there a particular type of voice that's suited to both jazz and rock?


Debbie Harry: I don't know. I always think of a voice as an instrument, whether a voice is a trumpet, or violin, or bass. You know what I mean? A horn or wind instrument versus a string instrument. Horn instruments are definitely more toward jazz.

Pitchfork: So do you think of your voice as a horn instrument?
Debbie Harry: I don't know. You'd have to ask someone else. [laughs]

Pitchfork: When you're as closely associated with a body of music as you and Bondie are, is there a compulsion to write in that vein or to veer away from it?

Debbie Harry: I think it's hard to say. It seems to me that everything under the sun has been done. We have basically gone into "world" music. In some ways I think this is very good, in some ways I think this is sad, you know, to lose more remote ethnic sounds.

Pitchfork: Is it harder to surprise people who essentially have access to every note ever made anywhere?

Debbie Harry: It is. I think that's very true. If somebody comes up with a song that's new and really beautiful and people really respond to, it's really a stroke of genius and a stroke of luck at the same time.

Pitchfork: When you first started having hits, a lot of people saw it as Blondie breaking through to the mainstream. But in a sense, couldn't you just as easily say that those hits were leading people back to the underground scene you came from? Even in the late 70s and early 80s, the mainstream knew little about punk.

Debbie Harry: I guess. Things evolve. The industry sort of caught up with us, in a way. They didn't like us when we started, and then eventually it became normal. That's what happens, especially in the music industry, because so many people at the record companies are young and bring their tastes with them. They make it acceptable.

Pitchfork: There must have been a real feeling of breaking into the establishment.

Debbie Harry: Totally.

Pitchfork: So now that you and Blondie are so well know, is there any feeling that you are part the establishment?

Debbie Harry: I suppose, in a way. The name Blondie is an established trademark. It's a business thing. Although Blondie does not have a record deal, so there you go. I'm putting out my solo album on an indie label, doing it myself.

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Friday, July 06, 2007

Joe Meek

Addicted to pills, illegal gay sex in public toilets, and with a head full of devils, this music producer was more rock than most of his bands

Record producers aren't the sanest of people. Phil Spector made wife Ronnie drive the streets of LA in a car with a man-sized dummy, and is currently in court, accused of murder. Brian Wilson washed up fat and paranoid in a sandpit. But the oddest studio boffin of all was British. Joe Meek made some of the most spooky-sounding records of the 1960s, and they soundtracked a life that included murder, suicide, inventing goth, communicating with cats, and holding black magic séances. He's been called "the Ed Wood of lo-fi".

Joe Meek was born in 1929 in Newent, Gloucestershire, blessing him with a West Country burr for which he was mocked for the rest of his life. His mother had wanted a girl, so she gave him dresses to wear. Joe would set up speakers in a local orchard for workers to listen to as they picked fruit, and had his own ahead-of-its-time mobile-DJ business.

After a stint in the RAF as a radar technician, Joe started to record local musicians and singers. But he was becoming more and more uncomfortable with country living. He was gay, and a gay man in the 1950s didn't only face being beaten up by narrow-minded thugs, but also being arrested. Homosexuality was outlawed. London was a little more liberal. So the bequiffed Joe moved there in 1953.

He took a series of studio jobs. He was a perfectionist, obsessing over sound and equipment, all the time hepped up on the diet pills that helped fuel his long recording sessions. He was irritable and difficult to work with.

Eventually, though, Joe set up his own independent label, Triumph. It was for this label, in 1960, that he recorded his most way-out work, the first-ever concept album I Hear A New World. The world was obsessed with space travel: Satellites and rockets, science-fiction and men from Mars. Tracks on Joe's record include 'Entry Of The Globbots' and 'March Of The Dribcots', and it sounds like a trip through cold, dark space and into the future. He layered sound effects including bubbling water, toilets flushing, radio interference and speeded-up voices over weirdly distorted Hawaiian guitar and layered, shifting spookiness. The record is now regarded as a pioneering work that stands alongside Kraftwerk and Aphex Twin in electronica's history. At the time it just sounded alien. Only 20 copies of the full album were pressed, for promo purposes.

Meek relocated to his most famous recording studio. A small flat above a leather-goods shop on at 304 Holloway Road in London. It was so tiny that string sections played cramped on the stairs, singers recorded their vocals in the bathroom, and whole bands crammed into the minuscule recording room. Loose wires were held in place with chewing gum and matchsticks, and some of the equipment was homemade.
His first big hit on his new RGM label was 'Johnny Remember Me' in 1961, by John Leyton, which featured Chas Hodges (later of crafty rockney duo Chas'n'Dave) on bass. The record went to number one in the charts. It was written by Joe's writer partner, Geoff Goddard. Not only did the pair share an interest in sonic teenage operas but also in spiritualism.

In 1958, Joe had once chased Buddy Holly around London in order to give him a note warning that he would face great danger on 3 February. Joe had received the warning message at a séance. Unfortunately, he got the year wrong. Buddy died on 3 February the following year.

Joe was a huge fan of Buddy, and he and Geoff held a séance where they contacted him before they recorded and released Mike Berry and The Outlaws' single 'Tribute To Buddy Holly'.

Joe was always looking for a novelty angle for his records, and one of his obsessions was horror rock. He took North London band The Raiders, dismissed their lead singer from the studio with a raspberry (Rod Stewart later went on to some success), changed their name to The Moontrekkers, and made the eerie, creaking 'Night Of The Vampire'. Next, he recorded Screaming Lord Sutch, who would emerge from a coffin on stage, brandishing a skull, with the sounds of windswept cemeteries whirling underneath him. As Sutch's recordings were branded obscene, and not extensively played on radio, the singer took to extreme publicity stunts, such as running through the streets of London dressed as a Viking. Joe loved this.
Joe's biggest commercial success was 'Telstar' by The Tornados. Inspired by the communications satellite launched in 1962, the futuristic instrumental shot to number one in the UK charts, and later the US hit parade in 1965. Joe was especially keen on the bass player, Heinz. He persuaded Heinz to dye his hair shocking blond (based on his obsession with sci-fi film Village Of The Damned, and its cast of sinister Aryan children), and propelled him on his way to a (relatively unsuccessful) solo career.

In November 1963, Joe's world was shaken. He'd been into cottaging - picking up boys for sex in public lavatories - for a while. It was a habit he'd acquired while accompanying bands on tour. On 11 November he was caught red handed, soliciting in the men's room in Madras Place in London. He appeared in court the next day, and was found guilty of 'persistently importuning for an immoral purpose'. Joe was convinced he'd been set up. Not least because the accuser was an old man. As he said to his office boy, Patrick Pink: "I don't go chasing old men with watch chains dangling from their waistcoats - I go after young trade. Who wants a fucking old man?" The case was reported in the newspapers as a small news story, but it was big enough for Joe's business associates and band charges to notice. It was an embarrassing blow for him. It also opened him up to blackmail - something that local boys took mean advantage of.

The hits continued, bands such as The Honeycombs were popular. They hit the top 10 with the tub-thumping 'Have I The Right'. But Joe was growing more troubled. He necked diet pills, which acted like speed and had him bouncing off the walls of his studio. His songs were the subject of two copyright cases, which made him even more stressed and irritable. He was convinced (with some justification, following the discovery of a transmitting bug in his studio) that other studios were spying on him. His behaviour grew more erratic. And his obsession with the dark arts festered.
The producer took to wandering London cemeteries, making field recordings and trying to capture spirit voices on his reel-to-reel tape recorder. During one of his forays around Highgate Cemetery he literally bumped into 'High Priest' David Farrant. Farrant was a keen vampire-hunter, and in 1974, in a case heard at the Old Bailey, was accused of grave-robbing.

Joe also took a trip to Warley Lee Farm, which he had heard was haunted. As he and his friend approached the house, a cat came up to them. Their tape recorder was running, and they were astonished as the cat started talking to them in a semi-human voice. They claimed to have had a conversation with the cat, mainly consisting of "hellos" and "help mes". Sadly, the friendly feline then reverted to purrs. On listening to the tape, the evidence is certainly scant, to say the least. He lent the tape to the Society for Psychical Research. Joe was also convinced there were unaccountable voices on song recordings he had made. And he further believed 304 Holloway Road was haunted, and that his furniture would dance. Too many séances and drugs perhaps?

At the start of 1967, Joe's paranoia, diet-pill habit, and frenzied work schedule were beginning to bubble over and burn. He was taking anti-depressants, and was now having to compete with records as sonically advanced and complex as George Martin's work with The Beatles, and Johnny Franz's recordings with the Walker Brothers. He owed money to many of his artists. All it would take was one catalytic event to push him over the edge.

In January 1967, a suitcase containing the horrifically mutilated body of Bernard Oliver was found in Tattingstone, in Suffolk. Oliver was a rent boy, and Joe knew him. Joe realised the police would want to speak to him about the murder, and panicked. By 2 February he was a wreck. But still he agreed to do a recording session, a long-promised date with his faithful PA Patrick Pink. Patrick recalls that Joe's paranoia during the session grew worse and worse. Patrick went upstairs at midnight. Joe had another visitor that night, however. Ritchie Blackmore, who went on to fame and success with Deep Purple and Rainbow, was a member of The Outlaws, and rented a flat from Joe. He was on tour, but Joe was friends with his German wife, Margaret. She came round later that night, and is convinced Joe had been indulging in the black arts. She tells how Joe said: "There's somebody around me - I can feel it. There's somebody in the air." She believes that Aleister Crowley's spirit was lurking in the flat that night. Margaret also describes how a picture Joe had painted, of a woman crying, was "full of blood... like someone tried to get some blood in it. It was like someone said goodbye to something."

The next day Joe was in determined mood. Patrick found him burning papers and paintings. He finished Patrick's tape, hands shaking, and his paranoia ramped up so high he had his shotgun propped against his door. Patrick went upstairs to tell Joe that Michael, a young boy who often helped them out, was at the house. Joe told Patrick to tell him to "fuck off" and to send up Violet Shenton, his landlady, from her flat downstairs. Violet went up to Joe. Patrick could hear shouting, scuffling, mentions of a "book", by which he presumed Joe was talking about his rent book. Patrick continues: "I was in the office when I heard a big bang. It was such a fucking big bang. I was stunned. I rushed out and Violet was falling downstairs and I sort of grabbed her as she came to the bottom, and felt her. I was sitting on the stairs with her flapped over me... I saw the blood pouring out of these little holes in her back. And she died in my arms - I'm bloody positive she went still. I had quite a bit of blood over me. Her back was just smoking."A few seconds later, Patrick saw Joe rush out of the room. He shouted to Joe: "She's dead!" Joe reloaded the gun, and shot himself. It was 3 February. The same date that, as predicted by Joe, Buddy Holly died.

Initially, Patrick was arrested. There was utter confusion. Headlines screamed about the scandal. Barbiturates, amphetamines and dexadrine were taken from the flat. The case went to court, and the coroner came to the conclusion Joe had killed his landlady then committed suicide. He said, "Why he should do this, we don't know. He just did it." Joe was buried in his hometown of Newent. Despite interviewing more than 100,000 people, the Suffolk police never caught the suitcase murderer.

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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Leonard Cohen and Philip Glass Collaborate

Legendary singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen has teamed up with comparably legendary avant-garde composer Philip Glass for "The Book of Longing", a series of performances setting 22 of Cohen's poems from the 2005 book of the same name to new Glass compositions, the Canadian Press reports.

The pair will perform the 90 minute piece over three consecutive evenings at Toronto's Elgin and Winter Garden Theatre, as part of the city's Luminato arts festival. Though Cohen will not take the stage with Glass during the musical portion of the performances, recordings of his readings will accompany Glass' live instrumentation, and he will appear alongside Glass in a question-and-answer segment Saturday evening.

Canada.com also reports that an exhibition of Cohen's sketches, "Drawn to Words", is on display at the festival.

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Monday, July 02, 2007

Russia shuts down Allofmp3.com

The music download website whose activities threatened to scupper Russia's entry into the World Trade Organisation (WTO) has been shut down.

The site, Allofmp3.com, was quietly closed as the Kremlin sought to end criticism from the United States that Russia was failing to clamp down on music and video piracy.

However, an alternative site run by the same Moscow company has already emerged. MediaServices says that mp3Sparks.com is legal under Russian law, using many of the same arguments advanced in support of allofmp3.com.

Customers found last week that allofmp3.com would not load on their computers, while others who went through its Russian web address were greeted by a message saying that it was closed "for maintenance". A former employee confirmed to The Times today that it had been shut down under pressure from the Russian authorities.

Susan Schwab, the US Trade Representative, singled out allofmp3.com during talks last year on Russian membership of the WTO and said that closure was a non-negotiable condition of entry.

She and German Gref, Russia's Minister of Trade and Economic Development, signed an agreement in October in which Moscow pledged to shut down the site, which contains one of the world's largest online collections of pirated music.

Russia also promised to target other Russian sites that distributed copyright material illegally. Allofmp3.com insisted that it was a legitimate business because it paid royalties to a Russian organisation that collected fees for distribution to copyright holders.

It argued that it was helping to prevent piracy by offering an alternative to free file-sharing sites. Western music companies refused to accept the fee, arguing that the Russian Multimedia and Internet Society had no right to represent their interests.

The site had been under investigation for two years by the Russian Interior Ministry. A bigger blow was struck in January, when Visa and MasterCard told MediaServices that they would no longer process payments for allofmp3.com.

The site had attracted 5.5 million subscribers buying songs for between 10 and 20 US cents each, compared with 99 cents at Apple’s American iTunes store and 79p in the UK.

Most customers were in Russia, but it was estimated to be the second most popular download site in Britain after iTunes. It was set up in 2000 by six computer programmers, who initially developed the site for their personal use then built it into a business earning a reputed $30 million a year.

The Mp3Sparks.com site looks virtually identical and claims to offer thousands of albums by popular artists for around 15 US cents per song. Bon Jovi's latest disc, for example, was on offer for $2.11.

MediaServices said that the site was registered with the Russian Licensing Societies, which it claimed had the right under Russian law to "grant licences and to collect royalties for the use of music without necessarily obtaining permission from the copyright owners".

The company's website said that it paid 15 per cent of proceeds to the licencing societies for distribution to copyright holders. It added that it was considering an additional payment of 5 per cent to performing artists, whether or not they owned the copyright, "despite no legal requirement to do so".

Nobody from MediaServices responded to attempts by The Times to establish how long the new site had been in existence and how it differed legally from allofmp3.com.

Russia and the US signed a bilateral agreement on Russian membership of the WTO last November after 12 years of negotiations. Russia is the only major economy that is not a member of the WTO, which has 149 members and aims to boost the global economy by lowering trade barriers.

Russia hopes to complete bilateral negotiations with other member states in time to enter the trade body at the end of this year.

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Universal Music gets tough with Apple iTunes

Universal, the world's largest record company, has refused to renew its agreement with Apple to sell music via its iTunes store.

Universal Music Group, the world's largest record company, has refused to renew a long-term contract with Apple to sell music downloads through its iTunes store, paving the way for exclusive deals with competitors, according to reports.

Universal has decided not to renew a two-year agreement to sell the music and videos by artists such as U2 and 50 Cent via iTunes, and will instead sell content on the site on a month-by-month basis, leaving open the option to do exlusive deals with other services, an industry source said.

The decision does not mean that Universal's vast catalogue of arists — which also includes Eminem and Sting — will be removed from the iTunes store any time soon, but suggests that the label is searching for greater flexibility in the way that it sells its content online, potentially weakening Apple's dominant position in the downloadable music market.

Apple holds a 70 per cent share in the music download market in the US, and is the third-largest retailer of music overall in the US, behind Wal-Mart and Best Buy.

Universal previously had a two-year agreement to provide content to Apple's iTunes site, which was extended by 12 months last summer, but since it expired last month, the deal has not been renewed, the source said.

Neither Apple nor Universal was immediately available for comment.

Rebecca Jennings, an analyst at Forrester, said: "This is a bit of gamesmanship on Universal's part. Apple can't afford to have to turn around to its customers and say it no longer offers Universal's catalogue, and Universal is hoping is that this may prompt Apple to renegotiate their revenue split."

"Apple's monopoly in the music download market has come to be a source of unease for the record industry in the past couple of years."

Since the iTunes service was launched for 4 years ago, Apple has been dispute with the record labels over issues such as pricing - Apple insists that all tracks sell for 79p (99c in the US), and the inability of tracks downloaded via iTunes to be played on devices other than the iPod.

Record labels have wanted to introduce variable pricing for their music, and Universal in particular has shown itself willing to explore different models, agreeing to make its entire catalogue available for free on Spiralfrog, an advertising-supported service which was due to launch in December.

In April, Apple announced a deal with EMI to sell tracks without digital rights management (DRM) protection - allowing them to be played on other devices - for a higher price of 99p. So far the other labels have failed to follow suit.

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RINGO STARR'S EMI CATALOG ALBUMS TO DEBUT DIGITALLY ON AUGUST 28, NEW ALBUM AND BEST OF DISC ANNOUNCED


Ringo Starr's First-Ever Career-Spanning Hits Collection Presents His Best Solo Tracks In CD, Collector's Edition CD/DVD and Digital Packages.

CD and Digital Album Tracklist Includes Seven Top 10 Pop Singles; Collector's Edition DVD Adds Seven Previously Unreleased Promotional Film and Video Clips

Liverpool 8, Starr's next solo album, is scheduled for global release by EMI Music in January 2008, via Capitol/EMI in North America and Parlophone in the U.K.

Hollywood, California - June 18, 2007 - Since he first began his career in the 1960s with The Beatles, Ringo Starr has been one of the world's brightest musical luminaries. On August 28, Starr's four EMI Music catalog albums, Sentimental Journey (1970), Beaucoups Of Blues (1970), the platinum-certified Ringo (1973) and gold-certified Goodnight Vienna (1974) will make their global digital release debuts across all of the world's major digital sales providers. On the same date, six Ringo Starr ringtones will also debut, and Capitol/EMI Music Catalog Marketing will release the first-ever career and label-spanning collection of Starr's best solo recordings, PHOTOGRAPH: The Very Best Of Ringo Starr.

Starr's EMI catalog will be available in digital form for the first time on a global basis. Fans will be able to purchase Starr's EMI catalog works from all of EMI's digital distribution partners, and the titles will also be part of EMI's premium download offering (free of digital rights management and in a higher-quality bit rate) from participating retailers.

To be released physically in CD and Collector's Edition CD/DVD packages and digitally, PHOTOGRAPH: The Very Best Of Ringo Starr presents 20 standout Starr tracks, including seven Top 10 Pop hits, released between 1970 and 2005 with Capitol, Atlantic, Mercury, Boardwalk, Private Music and Koch. The Collector's Edition adds seven never before released film and video clips on DVD, including original promotional films for "It Don't Come Easy," "Sentimental Journey," "Back Off Boogaloo," among others, and the music video for "Act Naturally" (with Buck Owens).

The world has known and loved Ringo Starr since he was a Beatle, and it is his unique talent and his love of creating and playing music that continues to captivate fans around the world, and which shines through in every one of his songs. "Ultimately, what's most impressive about Ringo Starr isn't what he's been, but rather who he is," said Rolling Stone magazine Contributing Editor David Wild. "The man's great heart and soul, his wit and wisdom." A liner notes essay by Wild is complemented by a selection of classic Starr photos in PHOTOGRAPH: The Very Best Of Ringo Starr's 12-page booklets. The CD will be released in a jewelcase, while the Collector's Edition will be presented in a deluxe fold-out digipak package.

PHOTOGRAPH: The Very Best Of Ringo Starr celebrates the legacy of this iconic and universally loved artist. Covering the full scope of Starr's solo career, the new collection's seven Top 10 Pop hits include "It Don't Come Easy," "Photograph," "Oh My My," "Snookeroo," "Back Off Boogaloo," "Only You (And You Alone)," and his playful and now tongue-in-cheek "No-No Song." Also included are "Act Naturally" (with Buck Owens), "You're Sixteen (You're Beautiful and You're Mine)," and the critically acclaimed "Weight of the World" and "Fading In and Fading Out."

PHOTOGRAPH: THE VERY BEST OF RINGO STARR (CD & Digital Album)
1. Photograph (1973)
2. It Don't Come Easy (1971)
3. You're Sixteen (You're Beautiful And You're Mine) (1973)
4. Back Off Boogaloo (1972)
5. I'm The Greatest (1973)
6. Oh My My (1973)
7. Only You (And You Alone) (1974)
8. Beaucoups Of Blues (1970)
9. Early 1970 (1971)
10. Snookeroo (1974)
11. The No-No Song (1974)
12. (It's All Down To) Goodnight Vienna (1974)
13. Hey Baby (1976)
14. Weight Of The World (1993)
15. A Dose Of Rock 'N' Roll (1976)
16. King Of Broken Hearts (1998)
17. Never Without You (2003)
18. Act Naturally (with Buck Owens) (1989)
19. Wrack My Brain (1981)
20. Fading In and Fading Out (2005)

PHOTOGRAPH: THE VERY BEST OF RINGO STARR (Collector's Edition) CD/DVD
DVD Contents:
Sentimental Journey (1970 promotional film)
It Don't Come Easy (1971promotional film)
Back Off Boogaloo (1972 promotional film)
You're Sixteen (You're Beautiful And You're Mine) (1973 promotional film)
Only You (And You Alone) (1974 promotional film)
Act Naturally (with Buck Owens) (1989 ? music video)
Goodnight Vienna (1974 ? promotional film for album)

Ringo Starr Ringtones (available August 28, 2007)
Photograph
It Don't Come Easy
You're Sixteen (You're Beautiful And You're Mine)
I'm The Greatest
Only You (And You Alone)
Back Off Boogaloo

"It's good to be back," said Ringo Starr. "It feels like home, just like Liverpool 8."

"We're thrilled Ringo's returning to Capitol/EMI -- the place where he started his solo career -- and delighted he will again be part of EMI's current roster around the globe," said Ronn Werre, President of EMI Music Marketing. "EMI is excited and privileged to work with Ringo to bring fans both his new recordings and his catalog, and we look forward to debuting his works in the digital format for the first time as well."

Although he was first known around the world as The Beatles' drummer, throughout more than 45 years as a global entertainment icon, Ringo Starr has enjoyed a successful and dynamic solo career as a singer, songwriter and drummer, an active musical collaborator, and as an actor. Drawing inspiration from classic blues, soul, country and rock 'n' roll, Starr continues to play an important role in modern music with his solo recording and touring.

"Ultimately, what's most impressive about Ringo Starr isn't what he's been, but rather who he is," says Rolling Stone magazine Contributing Editor David Wild. "The man's great heart and soul, his wit and wisdom."

Starr's next solo album, titled Liverpool 8, is scheduled for global release by EMI Music in January 2008, via Capitol/EMI in North America and Parlophone in the U.K.

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Sunday, July 01, 2007

Join the cultured club: invitation-only, exclusive...and free!


The hottest tickets are for guerrilla gigs: invitation-only, exclusive – and free.

The providers of popular culture rarely do what they say on the tin. The Menier Chocolate Factory doesn’t sell chocolate; the advertising agency Mother won’t give you a cuddle; and cinemas called Ritzy usually aren’t. Laughter in Odd Places, however, delivers on its name so literally that it smacks of obsession.

Based around a website and a drunken conversation, it organises Sunday-afternoon comedy gigs in, well, odd places – a library, an Oxfam shop and a record shop have all played host to comic talent such as Josie Long, Joanna Neary and Robin Ince. Entry is free, but by invitation only – invitations being as simple to come by as registering on the website. Now it is curating three gigs at the Museum of London, with performances from Perrier nominees We Are Klang and Sarah Kendall, as well as the maverick stand-up Simon Munnery.

“We wanted a club that was the opposite of the boozy Friday-night bearpits all comics have to play,” explains LIOP’s co-founder, Tom Searle. “It started as word of mouth, with 50 friends, but it’s grown to more than 200 members and the comics love playing. It favours the imaginative performer, rather than the jobbing club stand-up, so you get interesting performances.”

Seale and his partner, Terry Saunders, were inspired by the American folk singer Jeffrey Lewis’s penchant for gigging in laundrettes and cafes. They in turn have kicked off a new taste for secret or invitation-only gigs in comedy: Russell Brand played the Soho Revue bar for free last November, and at least three comics are doing one-off or free shows in Edinburgh.

Outrageous – and out here: the comediennes are coming
Such gigs have been an occasional feature of the music industry for some time, but this year they have exploded. Prince played one in Camden in May, and the Aliens held an invitation-only gig for 50 fans in the Caves, in Edinburgh.

In the trough of his addiction, Pete Doherty would text everyone he knew to get them over to his flat for gigs; while the Others delight in guerrilla performances on trains. Razorlight, Kasabian and Editors prepared for the summer’s festival season with unannounced performances in low-key venues, most of which were leaked to Nme.com to ensure the performance was a sellout.

“I think the relationship between a band and their audience is far more intense and definitely more conversational,” says Dom Cook, director of marketing and content at MySpace. Cook says that the days when a band could “release an album and then not speak to their fans for a year are over”. He’s started a number of secret-show initiatives with record labels, where fans of certain bands who also use MySpace get “first come, first served” invitations to one-off performances.

The programme, which began last year, has seen Faithless playing a warehouse near Leeds to 250 people, Babyshambles appearing in a London basement and Gossip playing the Roadhouse, in Manchester. “You have to have the Secret Shows link and the band’s link in your top eight friends to qualify, but apart from that, entry is free,” Cook explains. “We work on the premise that 1,000 people, with an average of 100 friends, putting the band in their top eight means it’s basically viral marketing to 100,000 people.”

Outside the music industry, other cultural renegades have started taking the invitation-only guerrilla gig into film and theatre. Journalist Andy Greenhouse has been promoting Shallow Shorts at the 100 Club, in Oxford Street, where short films and documentaries are mixed with live bands and DJ sets for a word-of-mouth audience drawn from Soho’s television and film-runner community. Meanwhile, the Shunt Lounge, a set of disused railway arches beneath London Bridge station, used as a base by the eponymous theatre company, has become a private members’ bar where insane performance art takes place most Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. (Membership is available on the company’s website). In June, for instance, the main bar had experimental music from Goldsmiths Electronic Music Studios and Vektormusik, among installations by Squid-soup and Paul Adderley & Michael Young, although those wanting to see The Return – an absurdist play about people trapped in a time loop reenacting their past – had to turn up early and book, for free, on the door.

On a more intimate scale, the London- and Liverpool-based arts space Metal Culture has been hosting the AGA dinners, where guests such as Stephen Frears, Wole Soyinka and Paco Peña break bread, display their work and exchange ideas with an eclectic band of doctors, local councillors, town planners and scientists. The dinners have gone so well that Colette Bailey, Metal Culture’s MD, is touring Essex this summer – stirring stew in Southend, Chelmsford, Harlow and Colchester with Ackroyd & Harvey, Billy Bragg and Mark Wallinger.

Perhaps it’s horror at ticket prices, a postArctic Monkeys belief that connection between artist and public should be direct and intimate, or a feeling that some things are too precious to sell to everyone. Whatever: like the revolution, the best fun to be had this summer, will not be televised.




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Lukas Foss - an American Born in Berlin


Lukas Foss, who turns 85 in August and was recognized at the Rose Theater at Lincoln Center on Thursday night, has in him a little of both the American dream and the American reality.

Lukas Foss, who turns 85 in August, has in him a little of both the American dream and the American reality. He lived until 15 as a German in Berlin but has since been just about as American as an American can be. Mr. Foss was recognized at the Rose Theater at Lincoln Center on Thursday night. The music was mostly his, with Aaron Copland’s “Old American Songs” added in.

“E Pluribus Unum” is a fair description of this composer, conductor and pianist. Over the last quarter-century I have heard him writing in every imaginable style, from hard-nosed modernism to the most agreeable of accommodations with the past. Thursday’s event involved the Brooklyn Philharmonic; a flutist, Carol Wincenc; a conductor, Mark Mangini; four singers; and two choruses.

This collection of pieces represented Mr. Foss in his pastoral mode. “The Prairie,” a kind of cantata based on Carl Sandburg’s poetry, was Mr. Foss’s introduction to wide celebrity. In 1944 he was newly a citizen, and the country was at war. The seven sections of “The Prairie” make their obeisances to Copland, a friend, colleague and the inventor of an American style featuring hollow spacings of chords, modal melody and a variety of dance styles that exude simplicity but are anything but simple.

Mr. Foss’s Americanisms are gracefully handled, and his off-kilter rhythms have an originality and self-assurance about them.

Of the four vocal soloists, Gerard Powers offered a tenor that was especially clear and clean. The others, all good, were Elizabeth Farnham, Julia Spanja and Robert Osborne.

The chorus part brought together the Choral Society of the Hamptons and the Greenwich Village Singers. Together they sang with a pleasant vagueness, a quality common to the species of volunteer choruses that exist as much for the recreation of the participants as for their audience.

The “Renaissance Concerto” for flute and orchestra, with the ever excellent Ms. Wincenc, takes its title more or less literally. Gestures, language and instrumentation conduct the listener on a walking tour of Monteverdi, Rameau and Gesualdo, with Mr. Foss’s updated thoughts on his predecessors as color commentary.

The Brooklyn Philharmonic, cut down to chamber proportions, sounded unrehearsed but got by. “Old American Songs” had much the same quality.

The Foss tribute is to be repeated at the Channing Sculpture Garden in Bridgehampton, N.Y., next Saturday.

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Daft Punk; Justice - Electronica That Rocks, a la Francaise



With a harder edge and a French pedigree, a new strain of electronica seeps into summer.

NYTIMES.COM: ONE of the most blogged-about sets at this year’s Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Southern California took place on a stage dominated by towering Marshall amplifier stacks and a huge illuminated cross. When the dark-clad musicians let loose with a familiar hammering riff, the fans erupted in roars, punching their fists in the air and barking out lyrics.

No, the group wasn’t a heavy-metal revival act — not exactly. Justice is a French D.J. duo at the forefront of a new school of electronic music far removed from the genteel soundtracks one commonly hears in W Hotel lobbies and design-conscious restaurants. The music is harder and hookier, as apt to inspire slam-dancing as hip shaking. It’s more like rock, which effectively dislodged dance music early this decade as the hipster soundtrack of choice.

“Our crowd is more a rock crowd,” said Gaspard Augé of Justice, who is still surprised that fans sometimes stage-dive at its gigs. Young audiences, he suggested, “just want more fun in electronic music, more hedonism.”

So in a year that has seen indie rockers like Bright Eyes and the Shins releasing conservatively tuneful CDs that parents might borrow from their kids, rowdy electronic music seems to be seeding a new underground. “People are dancing again,” said Tom Dunkley of GBH, the New York company behind Cheeky Bastards, a weekly club event that has embraced the new sound. When Justice and several like-minded D.J.’s performed at a Cheeky Bastards event in Manhattan in March, Mr. Dunkley said, the demand for tickets was “crazy, completely unusual.”

Justice’s debut full-length CD, whose provocative “title” is a simple cross icon, arrives July 10 via the Vice Records label. The duo had a video added on MTV (extremely rare these days for an electronic act) and has just finished a remix of “LoveStoned” for Justin Timberlake. And it has emerged amid the ever-growing influence of Daft Punk, the Parisian D.J. duo that pioneered the harder, faster approach that characterizes Justice’s music with its thrillingly crude electro-house debut, “Homework,” in 1996. The rapper Kanye West sampled a track from that album for his hit “Stronger”; this summer Daft Punk will embark on its first major tour in a decade, a multimedia extravaganza that will come to Keyspan Park at Coney Island on Aug. 9.

Some American acts, like LCD Soundsystem and Ghostland Observatory, have been channeling this new sound, as have cutting-edge artists elsewhere. (In recent recordings and live shows, Bjork has been adding noise to her usual dance beats.) But for the past couple of years France has served as its most exciting incubator, on indie labels like Kitsuné, Institubes and especially Ed Banger, which signed Justice and whose name suggests its M.O. (Try pronouncing “headbanger” with a Parisian accent.) And despite some tut-tutting by fans of minimalist techno and other esoteric electronic styles, the new headbanging aesthetic has found an audience.

The members of Justice — Mr. Augé, 27, and Xavier de Rosnay, 24 — met in Paris. Mr. Augé was a Metallica fan who once played in an experimental post-rock group. Mr. de Rosnay was a fan of hip-hop and pop. Justice was effectively born in 2003 when the pair, on a lark, refashioned a song for a remix contest promoted by a college radio station in Paris.

“You could download the separate tracks: guitar, drums and other things,” Mr. de Rosnay said via phone from Paris, explaining their remix process. “But we were working without music software: just a sampler, a sequencer and a synthesizer. So we downloaded just the voice on the chorus, because there was not space enough for more than eight seconds of sound on our sampler.”

The remix, a radical reshaping of “Never Be Alone” by the British rock group Simian, lost the contest (no one seems to recall who won) but netted the duo a deal with the nascent Ed Banger label in 2003. Eventually retitled “We Are Your Friends” to echo its shouted refrain, the track became a club and Internet phenomenon. To top it off a striking video clip for the song, which looked like the aftermath of a college keg party as dreamed by Michel Gondry, won the award for best video at last year’s MTV Europe Music Awards, trumping even the Evel Knievel-themed flamboyance of “Touch the Sky” by Kanye West (who, characteristically, threw a tantrum over the outcome).

“We Are Your Friends” isn’t on Justice’s new album, but there are plenty of other signs of the members’ fusion-minded taste, from a pixilated take on Parliament-Funkadelic (“New Jack”) to the kiddie-disco singalong single “D.A.N.C.E.,” which seems to have struck a chord: A leaked version was so widely remixed by Internet sample-jackers that Vice posted alternate versions on its blog.

The album also includes the vocal-less single “Waters of Nazareth” from the group’s self-titled EP, which made numerous best-of lists last year. The new version begins with a serrated sputtering of electronic noise; when a 4/4 kick-drum beat comes in, the noise becomes a simple, brutish melody. It mutates as the beats fragment, like chips of wood from the blade of a buzz saw, and is replaced by a churchy organ riff on the bridge; then the two melody lines combine, skidding back into pure modulating noise again at the end.

As with the best garage rock or heavy metal — as well as ’80s electro, the synthesizer-heavy urban dance style Justice frequently echoes — there is beauty in the relentless primitivism.

As for the cross-icon title, Mr. Augé said it was inspired, in part, because “it was a potent pop symbol in the ’90s, with people like Madonna and George Michael using it.” Of course it’s also a common heavy-metal motif, a connection also suggested by Justice’s crudely gothic black-and-silver cover art (not to mention those awe-inspiring Marshall stacks, which, it should be noted, are merely stage props).

Both members of Justice have worked as graphic designers, and visual presentation is an important part of Ed Banger’s aesthetic. So is a sense of playfulness, whether it’s the shameless potty mouth of Uffie, a female American rapper of sorts best known for the campy gangsta track “Pop the Glock,” or the way DJ Mehdi mixes old-school hip-hop and electro with bits of hair-metal guitar. (Both acts appear on the recent compilation “Ed Rec Vol. 2,” released in America via Vice.)

“I’ve never worked with a group that’s so fully formed,” said Adam Shore, the general manager of Vice Records, referring to the Ed Banger crew. “They’ve got the music, the art, the aesthetic, the amazing videos, and they’re kind of a traveling party.”

Ed Banger’s multimedia sensibility, not to mention its sound, has a clear antecedent. The label is run by Pedro Winter, who, in addition to making music as Busy P, has for many years managed Daft Punk, the duo of Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo. Like Justice, Daft Punk played Coachella, in 2006; its set was a spectacle of lights and video with the duo, in the guise of robots, triggering electronics atop a sort of neon pyramid.

Daft Punk is not directly involved in Ed Banger, but you can hear its influence on the label. And Mr. Bangalter’s superlative remix of DJ Mehdi’s “Signature” turns a teasing snippet into what might be the most ecstatic dance track you’ll hear this year. The duo’s influence persists elsewhere too.

“Daft Punk were my heroes when they released the ‘Homework’ album,” said Thomas Turner of the young Austin synth-rock band Ghostland Observatory. “That really influenced my view on music.”

Mr. Bangalter, who spoke from Los Angeles last month during a break from tour rehearsals, is amused that, at 32, he is considered an elder statesman to a new generation of electronic musicians. And unlike the scene veterans who reject the rockist attitude of Justice and its peers, Mr. Bangalter appreciates the music on its own terms.

“Most of these people were like 6 or 7 years old” during electronica’s first wave, he said. “It’s not really their history. So they are starting from scratch maybe. From more of a blank slate.”

Or as Justice’s Mr. Augé put it, “We just don’t care about respecting the rules.”

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Bob Dylan: A Mythic Troubadour Visits Hallowed Ground

NYTIMES.COM: One show that wasn’t part of Bob Dylan’s lifelong tour was the 1969 Woodstock festival, which was named for the New York town where he was living at the time but was actually held in another county. Now, 38 summers later, he appeared on Saturday night at the festival site here, which has been turned into the Bethel Woods Center for the Arts.

Concerts at Bethel Woods are by no means the Woodstock festival reborn, but a stop on the orderly suburban-shed circuit: the kind of place with no water fountains and long lines for $3 bottled water.

The natural amphitheater Woodstock used for its hundreds of thousands of people has been left open, and Bethel Woods uses a different hillside for its copper-covered roof and open-air lawn seating, made for about 17,000 people. Mr. Dylan, as usual, had songs for the occasion of his long-delayed arrival to a generational landmark.

The set mingled 1960s songs he could have played at Woodstock with those from his current album, “Modern Times” (Columbia), along with a few exceptions. He sang “The Times They Are A-Changin’ ”: once his advice to an older generation, now a warning to his own. “It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)” drew cheers when he sang, “I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.” He delivered both songs not with youthful, manifesto-hurling defiance but with a jocular ease, as knowing admonitions from grizzled Uncle Bob.

He also sang “When the Deal Goes Down,” thoughts on mortality from “Modern Times,” as a cozy waltz. The audience, including plenty of gray-haired people in tie-dye, shouted, “No” when he sang the verse near the end of “Spirit on the Water,” also from “Modern Times,” that starts, “You think I’m over the hill/You think I’m past my prime.”

Mr. Dylan and his band — the one that backed him on “Modern Times” — arrived in black suits and black hats, and for the first few songs Mr. Dylan played electric guitar before moving to electric organ. He was unsmiling and intent on the music. The frog rarely leaves his throat nowadays, but his vocal lines are as improvisational as ever, swerving onto or around the beat. And he uses his gruffness both playfully and bitterly, sometimes dropping to a pitiless, sepulchral bass.

During instrumental passages he often played obstinate little licks — a guitar chord repeated on off-beats, a jabbed organ note, a three-note harmonica line — to goad the songs. This lineup of Mr. Dylan’s band, whose longest-running member is Tony Garnier on bass, is rooted in scrappy roadhouse blues. But it can rev up familiar arrangements, as it did with “Tangled Up in Blue” (which had altered lyrics) or pull off variations: putting a Celtic-Appalachian banjo into “High Water (for Charley Patton),” making “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” into something like a folk minuet.

During the set Mr. Dylan metamorphosed from jovial codger to mourner in “Blind Willie McTell” and to baleful prophet with songs like “The Levee’s Gonna Break” and “Highway 61 Revisited.” And then he was Uncle Bob again. The only time he spoke between songs was to introduce the band and to say: “It’s nice to be back here. Last time we played here we had to play at 6 in the morning, and it was a-rainin’, and the field was full of mud.”

Was he conflating Bethel Hills with his appearance at Woodstock 1994, which was in Saugerties, N.Y.? Or was he just tweaking the myth?

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Ornette Coleman - Free Radical


Ornette Coleman didn't just move jazz on - he took it on a wild journey some will never forgive him for. He talks about liberating sound, his theory of 'harmolodics', and being beaten up for playing his sax out of tune.

Ornette Coleman is a 77-year-old saxophonist who plays below, between and beyond the notes in search of pure feeling. He is Lou Reed's hero, and an artist too avant-garde even for Miles Davis. The songwriter and critic David Was calls him "the Samuel Beckett of jazz" - an apt description for a misunderstood titan, maligned for his originality and daring. Coleman has won the Pulitzer prize and influenced a generation of musicians. But some people still say he just plays out of tune.

The morning before meeting Coleman for the first time, I interview the film director Jonathan Demme, a renowned record collector. When we finish I tell him where I'm headed. His face opens like a flower. "Ornette is an inspirational artist and a beautiful man. Send him a hug from me. Tell him 'Jonathan Demme wants me to hug you.'"

Coleman lives on a noisy midtown Manhattan block not far from Penn Station. Put on Sound Grammar, last year's Pulitzer prize-winning live album, and you can hear New York in the dive-bombing bowed bass lines, the clattering drums and the dark blue bursts of his saxophone. In 1959, after watching a couple arguing, he wrote Lonely Woman - a beautiful, melancholy melody with a spare, helter-skelter accompaniment. In 2007, he writes music like the hubbub outside his window: urgent, big city exchanges, raised voices, mobile conversations overlapping and following their own logic.

He never stops creating, never falls back on standards and seldom plays what his audience wants to hear. His belief in improvisation is absolute. Most of the songs he will perform at the Royal Festival Hall in London in July.

Coleman wears high-waisted trousers with braces, a leather pork pie hat, a pinstriped shirt and a gold brooch in the shape of a treble clef. He's an old man, and can be forgetful, but he remains an engaging conversationalist who poses as many questions as he answers. "Do you need to know a note to have an idea?" he asks. "Do you have to think before you make a mistake? Is life a sound?" He is the antithesis of the soundbite-ready old pro.

It takes half an hour of earnest enquiry to get past the impenetrable theoretical system that underpins Coleman's composition, something he calls "harmolodics". Questions about his childhood in segregated 1930s Texas are diverted into a discussion of how "the name of the note doesn't tell you how to use the sound."

"B and C is a half step, right? But in the bass clef it's a whole step. That's crazy," he exhales, with wonder, "and it doesn't change the sound you're making. Do you understand what I'm saying?" I don't. The word harmolodics is a synthesis of harmony, movement and melody. It relates to the fixed tuning of piano, saxophone, French horn and clarinet, and no one fully understands it except Coleman himself. He has been promising the definitive textbook for decades.

Coleman can talk theory into the ground, but he is forever seeking to free himself from its constraints. He knows form, style, knowledge and technique are essential to mastering an instrument, but sees them as impediments to true virtuosity. "Rid yourself of repeating and rid yourself of style," he says. "Then you're free. I taught myself everything I know. I have written symphonies and all kinds of music, and no one has taught me."

Coleman's first saxophone was bought with money he had earned shining shoes. "I thought it was a toy and I played it the way I'm playing today," he says. "I didn't know you had to learn to play. I didn't know music was a style and that it had rules and stuff, I thought it was just sound. I thought you had to play to play, and I still think that."

His early inspiration came from gutbucket blues and hillbilly music, as well as Texan sax men Ben Martin and Red Connor, before, as a teenager, he joined local R&B bands and discovered his belief that "human beings, emotionally, have their own notes" was not shared by fellow musicians. When he hit notes "sharp, but in tune, flat, but in tune" he was at best derided, at worst physically attacked. In Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a group of men beat him up, trashed his saxophone, and dumped him by the roadside. "I've had guys take my horn away and say, 'You can't play like that,' and I said, 'Wait a minute, what do you mean? I've already played it. I'm not trying, I'm playing.'"

By the 1950s he was living in Los Angeles and could imitate Charlie Parker note for note. But he found that bebop, itself a revolution in jazz, fell short of the sound he was looking for. "They were playing changes," he says, "they weren't playing movements. I was trying to play ideas, changes, movements and non-transposed notes."

Fortunately, he was not the only musician feeling cramped in Parker's shadow. Working at a department store by day, he gradually assembled a group of jazz players who wanted to go further than their peers. Rehearsals were intense, even though few clubs dared book the new band. With Don Cherry on trumpet, Charlie Haden on double bass and Billy Higgins on drums, Coleman set the template, or lack of it, for what would become free jazz.

Writing in Jazz Review, the critic Martin Williams argued that "what Ornette Coleman is doing on alto will affect the whole character of jazz music profoundly and pervasively." At the group's coming-out party, a residency at the Five Spot in New York in November 1959, Coleman polarised the crowd. George Hoefer described the audience reactions in Down Beat magazine: "Some walked in and out before they could finish a drink, some sat mesmerised by the sound, others talked constantly to their neighbours at the table or argued with drink in hand at the bar."

Listening to the provocatively-titled albums Change of the Century and The Shape of Jazz to Come, it's hard to imagine how the hard-swinging rhythm section and Coleman and Cherry's lyrical, intertwined lines could be so divisive. I ask Coleman if the criticism ever got to him. "How can something hurt you, when someone doesn't know who you are? I am not that sensitive or that weak to believe that because someone says I can't do something it means that I haven't done it. The human being has only one master, and that's God, trust me.

"I wasn't thinking of insults, I was thinking of ideas. If you don't have ideas, what are you gonna do? The idea is the most universal, it doesn't have any age, it doesn't have any rules or superiors. An idea is an idea, whether it's good or bad. The style cannot compete with the idea."

This is a theme Coleman returns to again and again. "The idea is the highest quality of expression," he says. "It is immortal, it is without class and it doesn't care anything about wealth ... The idea is above any race, any value, any sadness, any pleasure ... The only thing that I'm trying to do right now, honest to God, is to free myself to the supreme order of ideas - not style, not colour, not notes, not rhythm. I could go and get my horn and play for you, and believe me, I would play something. I don't know what it is, but I do know I would never have played it."

What he means only becomes clear a couple of nights later, when I sit in on Coleman rehearsing with his current band. The Sound Grammar quartet features Tony Falanga on upright bass, Greg Cohen on electric bass and Coleman's son Denardo on drums. Traditional roles of rhythm section, harmonic foundation and soloist have been ditched, to "remove the caste system from sound". Instead, the players riff off each other, transmitting ideas around the group. Coleman rips a short, melodic phrase from his saxophone and the others jump on it, propelling the music forward through variations on the theme, never sacrificing inspiration for the sake of a neat resolution.

This approach demands intense concentration, from players and listeners alike. It threatens to soar off into the incomprehensible, like an untethered helium balloon. But each time the complexity becomes overwhelming, Coleman drags it back down with a dramatic line, reminding us with a stinging, singing cry of his roots in the blues.

Denardo Coleman made his recorded debut at 10 years old, on The Empty Foxhole, and his instinctive, idiosyncratic beats were a key component of Prime Time, his father's free funk group of the 1970s. "From the start, he could play anything equivalent to what you were doing, without having to do it the way you were doing it," Coleman says. "He wasn't following me. That's what blew my mind. He plays like that to this very day and I have no idea how he does it." In Coleman's vision, a lack of formal training is an asset. He introduced violin and trumpet solos into his music long before he could actually play them with any fluency, as a short cut to pure emotional expression unfettered by habit. His influence extends far beyond jazz - the Stooges, the MC5, Patti Smith and the Velvet Underground are all declared fans. Ornette Coleman is punk rock in the truest sense.

His first gig outside the USA, at Croydon's Fairfield Halls in August 1965, was a triumph over the restrictive labour laws that had prevented many American jazz bands from booking shows in Britain. He entered the country as a tourist, composed a wind quintet to qualify as a classical musician, ignored union threats to blacklist anyone who performed with him, and after a bizarre cameo by Yoko Ono, played a typically passionate, improvised set that once again divided onlookers.

"Now play Cherokee," shouted a heckler, so he did, tearing through the changes of the big band standard Charlie Parker had made his own, reinterpreting and incorporating Bird's lines into something new. "I just wanted to know that I knew Cherokee," he remembers, "not because of what he thought it meant." He received a standing ovation.

Coleman's music is, if anything, more radical now than it was then, but he was welcomed into the jazz establishment long ago, albeit not to universal approval. This year he received a lifetime achievement Grammy in addition to a Pulitzer prize and MacArthur Foundation "genius"' award. He's not much interested in plaudits. "I don't want to be at the top. I just want to be alive and useful," he says.

"I really do believe though that I've found a way to share what I do, to inspire people to go further than what I know, to places I don't know yet. There's nothing in my heart that I want to hide or think if I share someone else is gonna do it better."

So, I ask, if someone comes along and says, "I've got this new way, much better than Ornette Coleman. Ornette Coleman is old hat ..." "I would say 'more power to him'. There are gonna be some people born who, when they hear this, they'll say: 'That's chicken feed, I'm somewhere else.' The idea!" He thumps the table for emphasis.

And with that, the interview ends. "Jonathan Demme told me to hug you," I say, as instructed, and Coleman's already smiling face creases still further. "Oh, he's precious," he says, visibly touched. "Come here. That is so precious." He hugs me, shakes my hand, and as I turn to leave offers one last piece of advice: "The idea is all there is. Trust me." · The Ornette Coleman Quartet plays at the Royal Festival Hall on July 9.

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