Just finished watching, quite by accident, a rerun of Top of the Pops 1985, and if anyone ever says, “ooh, they should bring that back,” tell them to f*** off. Watching people mime to the words they’ve written is just sickening and indicative of the stupidity of the human race, particularly in post-industrial nations, where we’ll watch s*** like that, and other, more contemporary rubbish whilst ignoring the disparity that exists in the world.
Popular culture wants you to be stupid. Try not to live up to expectations…
Following on from the post, “If Technology is All That, What’s Going On With the #Vinyl Revival?,” there follows the news that new music is being put down on cassette format. Now, you’d have thought that cassette was also deader than dead, as was previously thought of our old friend vinyl, yet here we are with none other than Peter Doherty producing a cassette version of his new solo album, Hamburg Demonstrations.
If this trend carries on, where do we end up, when at one end of the spectrum we have the Musk/TESLA guy banging on about the colonisation of Mars (and let’s hope to goodness that he’s using colonialism in a progressive way), and at the other we have cassette players coming back into vogue?
A simple question.
MP3. iPods. Streaming. Spotify. Apple Music.
Yet with all this, and more, vinyl seems to be growing in popularity amongst young and old alike.
So, how is it that a way of listening to music that pretty much died out entirely – we’re not talking eBooks versus physical books here, where books never really went away – is now flooding back into shops? And why is it so expensive, compared to all the music that haunts its way, as if by magic, through the ethereal cloud that envelops us?
With the return of The Libertines…
and so ends what was meant to be a joyous moment of speculation before heading off to an event that promised to be the stuff of legend, judging by the responses from those lucky beggars in Glasgow and Bristol who actually got to see the band play – the first few words being written prior to finding out that tonight’s gig in Manchester had been postponed. However, positivity rules, and so the unfortunate situation is being looked upon as a blessing – even more time to savour the build up to the concert that will eventually take place, all things being well.
It’s perhaps an interesting time, in terms of popular music, what with Kanye attempting to run for president, and U2 sticking music on devices without permission, and Daltrey and Townsend pretending that a generation exists that will allow them to die before they ‘get’ old, and where Las Vegas hosts artists for months at a time, and where the notion of ‘owning’ music that does not have a physical form is commonplace but at a time when vinyl is making a comeback at extortionate prices… Music, in general, just seems so dull, so corporate. So perhaps it is a refreshing change to have a touch of unpredictability back in our lives once more. Frustrating, yes. A tad annoying, certainly. But who can maintain such emotions when thinking of the cheeky rascal known as Peter Doherty?
He’s a poet, without a doubt. He’s a good, perhaps great, musician. He oozes charm. He takes risks. And occasionally he lets folk down, but it’s not the end of the world. It’s only rock ‘n roll. The best moment of live music I’ve ever experienced is a Babyshambles concert in Middlesbrough somewhere in the 2000s. Saw them in other towns, but that one concert eclipsed all others. Saw him doing solo stuff too. Now it’s time to hunker down and wait for the return of The Libertines to Manchester. Tick… Tock…
Bought in Union Square, NY, and on my book shelf for at least two years, possibly three, before I got round to reading it because I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a post-reader of the book – being a pre-reader usually helps avoid disappointment.
Not your usual ‘rock star’ (or whatever) crappy book. This guy has some serious stuff to say, not only here but in his music, and is way more articulate and interesting than many of his contemporaries. An easy going everyday prose makes it a light read, whilst the subject matter clashes harshly with this, making it even more of an essential read to boot.
E has to be in contention for the title of ‘Least bull-shitty music performer alive today with the vast majority of his/her dignity in tact,’ and so you’d be foolish to pass this one by…
He also sports the most awesome beard, but that’s extraneous at best.