Ben Folds pays tribute to Chatroulette’s Pianoman Merton. Genius.
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KillYourFriends
Just finished reading John Niven’s Kill Your Friends. A rude, crude and pretty bloody accurate satire of the British music industry. Genius. Headswim, Campag Velocet, Kings Of Infinate Space, Dust Junkies, Foil, My Life Story, Luna, Arnold, Snug… remember any of these life changing acts who feature as the background of this tale of dysfuctional Brit-pop debauchery? No, you wouldn’t. I do. And they were all rubbish, which is pretty much John Niven’s point. A&R men don’t know what they’re talking about, and he should know, he was the A&R man who signed Mogwai – thinking they were the next Pink Floyd – and passed on Coldplay because he thought they were a second rate Radiohead; well, maybe he wasn’t wrong about everything.
ItReallyIsJustPlayingRecords
DJing. It’s just playing records. No it is. Alright, you’ve got to have taste. And some records. And as with everything in life there are those who are really good at it and then there’s Peaches Geldof. But as Amy Kellner points out in her stupidly funny Vice Magazine piece about her life as a party DJ, it’s ‘the biggest fucking bullshit con of all time!’.
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Goodbye George. Don’t let you door hit you on the way out.
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On the subject of Star Wars, Carrie Fisher’s autobiography wins the 2008 prize for best title and cover. The only thing funnier is that it’s just 176 pages long and the type is MASSIVE. Presumably she couldn’t remember the rest.
LikeTheDarkSideOrWhatever
Star Wars as retold by someone who’s never seen it. Genius. Especially the ‘whatever’s and special effects – arguably better than anything used in the Digitally Remastered versions.
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn’t seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.