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Probably the only thing worse for a Crystal Palace fan than having to wear a Chelsea shirt is having to wear a Liverpool one, so it was with that lesser-of-two-evils approach I joined a bunch of ex-pat Blues last night for a pre-season 11-a-side against a team of not-quite-so-obviously ex-pat Scousers. True to your usual British evening game (though probably not this coming weekend's English fixtures, given the European heatwave), it poured throughout the 90 minutes, which made playing on the synthetic pitch even more difficult than usual. (Ever tried a sliding tackle in the rain on Astroturf? Not if you're smart, you won't have…)I didn't score, but I was on the winning side – we trounced the opposition by 5-3.

That was my first 11-a-side game out here in a few years, and it was a good one, rendered all the better by both teams retiring to a nearby Brooklyn bar where we conversed about The Jam and The Clash as both bands played on the jukebox. One of the Chelsea boys, who followed Eddie and The Hot Rods round before there were punk bands to follow instead, and who attended the gig from which that band's 'Live at the Marquee' EP was culled, was finally able to confirm for me the story behind vocalist Barry Masters' recorded comment "Let's get these chairs out of 'ere." Given that the first time I went to the Marquee, it was as one of about 1000 people who crammed in to see The Jam, and I was almost crushed to death in the process, I could never imagine that the Rods' singer was seriously referring to chairs at the front of the Marquee dancefloor, but apparently, back in 1975-76, that's the way it was. A better justification for punk would be harder to find.

They occasionally put chairs and tables out on the Southpaw dancefloor, but only for such sedate acts as deserve it. The rest of the time – last night's Detroit Cobras show included – they keep them at the back of the room, where punters can often be found enjoying a pub-style pint before heading to the floor for the headliners. And it was there – right by the jukebox – that I had the thrill last night of running into one of my favorite BBC employees, Mr Phil Jupitus. When he hosted me on his Radio 6 show three weeks ago today, he did tell me he was coming to New York on his way to some desert island holiday and I had half expected a phone call (he claimed to have lost my number, but then that's what they all say...); still, I hadn't anticipated running into him at a covers band gig at the top of my street. Phil used to contribute cartoons for Jamming! under his Porky the Poet guise and I still find it extremely hard not to call him by that rather less salubrious moniker; however, because he always says extremely nice things about the magazine and its legacy, even on air, I won't.

Not the best picture I've ever taken at Southpaw, but the battery ran out after 3 shots. (That's my excuse, anyway.)

What I will say is that Phil's a mad Cobras fan and that he led myself and his fellow Brit, visiting DJ mate Simon, on to the floor for the quintet's all-too-brief but thoroughly entertaining rummage through sixties rock'n'roll and soul. Phil, who seemed to enjoying the fact that nobody recognizes him as a celeb here in New York, spent most of the night right in front of the stage shouting for '99 1/2,' and was finally obliged with what I think was the last song of the night.

I was more impressed by the band's take on under-rated mods the Action's 'I'll Keep On Holding On', though if I was a bit more with it and had picked up the group's 1998 debut album Mink Rat or Rabbit I'd have known to expect it. It's easy to see the Detroit Cobras' appeal (especially when you’ve already spent half the evening downing pints and talking about Eddie and The Hot Rods): the musicianship is shit hot, especially twin guitarists Steve Shaw and Maribel Restrepo. But it's vocalist Rachel Nagy who renders them something more than a frat band. An ex-butcher as well as exotic dancer, she not only possesses a mean set of tattoos, but "With a limber, husky voice that recalls Peggy Lee gone to seed and chain-smoking while standing on a Detroit street corner, she's soulful without resorting to histrionics." (I wish I could claim to have written that myself but I've copied and pasted it straight from Chris Handyside's appraisal on the allmusic.com site instead.)

The night seemed to end with Phil, Simon and myself in the dressing room (it's amazing how quickly you get a private audience when you’re with the BBC) listening to Rachel talk – limberly, huskily and quite speedily – about her experiences on the road with the Libertines. I can't remember if her comments are fit to print or not. Let's just say it was a good night all round.

And because I genuinely love the BBC and all it stands for (or at least all that it's meant to stand for), I'm happy to link to journalist/author Greg Palast's site and, especially, his report for Newsnight about what he considers the theft of the Florida election. (I haven't watched the whole report yet myself, though I plan to do so before Monday.) Unfortunately, judging by his openly aggressive stance, I can't see right-wingers giving Palast's site any more of a cursory glance than left-wingers would an Ann Coulter posting. And that's a shame, because he's clearly got important things to say. Which brings us back to the central point that I've been trying to get across not just this last week, but for what now feels like years: that we need a more mature, adult dialogue if we're really going to move together into a better place, something that takes us beyond the tiresome mud-slinging from opposite corners of the ring and towards common ground. Idealist? You bet.

Thinking about it, there are worse shirts to wear than Chelski or Liverpool. I've given the fine city of Manchester so much positive praise this last few weeks that I feel fully and totally justified in reprinting this quote from Roy Keane in The Observer's sports section of July 27. "Any player who doesn't really want to come to Manchester United needs their head examined."

And they wonder why the rest of the world hates them? Palace are at Burnley tomorrow: we get the big teams down in DIvision 1. Come on you Eagles....



A heads up to two dance music sites I've been surfing the last few days. Earplug is the brainchild of journalist, DJ and all round good egg David J Prince (and, judging by its hefty output, friends too); a twice-monthly American-based email newsletter about electronic music, it promises that "Each issue features a hand-picked selection of music news, cultural spotlights, tip sheets, CD reviews, and original features, as well as previews and reviews of important music festivals." Rest assured the content - and especially the layout - of the first newsletter is snappier than that rather staid description. (Earplug plugged Hedonism, so there's an element of mutual back-scratching here, but I'd give David the boost regardless...) Earplug would appear to be influenced, in part, by Xpander, the Dutch-based, English language site that delivers daily news about the European dance scene in all its glories...Even to the point of mentioning an up-coming BBC 3 documentary on Shaun Ryder, "directed by Richard Macer who spent four months with Shaun on the road." In Ryder's recent inteviews, he claims to have given up "the road" following the Happy Mondays longer-than-intended reunion, so this could be an interesting program.

By the way, and because people do send me personal e-mails asking about it, I believe the BBC has abandoned all plans to show the Keith Moon Living Famously documentary - the one it abruptly scrapped at the start of the year after Pete Townshend was investigated for potential Internet Child Porn abuse. (Though many of us failed to understand the justification for this, especially given the BBC's famed independence.) The Dusty Springfield episode - that which was aired in its place - also showed up on my British Airways flight last month; it's fair to say she led a staid life by comparison. The Channel 4 documentary about Keith's 21st birthday party - did a car go in the swimming pool or not? - is now scheduled for the autumn.

Oh, and yesterday I posted a lengthy reply to snotty moore's own lengthy critique of my originally lengthy comment about certain aspects of the media last week.... The thread holds an iJamming! record - 28 posts and counting. And just when I was about to scrap the Forum...



I picked up tons of magazines in the UK last month (I thought I'd have to pay excess baggage, they were so heavy) and none has given me so much pleasure as Jack. I wrote about the first issue of Jack over a year ago – or more so, about its lovable rogue founder, the former Loaded pioneer James Brown – and commented that it was relatively lightweight, with nothing that could really be construed as a proper feature or interview.

'Hawaiian lady': Good looking for all ages.

What a difference a year makes: the latest issue (dated August) has some eminently readable stories that run the whole gamut of the 30-something male's interests. There's sport: a retrospective on the Pele/Beckenbauer star-studded New York Cosmos of 1977, and a feature on boxer Ricky Hatton. There's comedy – features on Denis Leary, Dave Gorman, Matt Lucas, though because I've lived here too long, I only know the American among the trio. There's the predictable Q&A on the rising Hollywood star – though Colin Farrell is far from your predictable Hollywood star. And there's sex masquerading as fashion: an invitation for readers to model for British lingerie extremists Agent Provacateur yielded over a thousand replies, suggesting that Jack has a far stronger female readership than one would have thought – and a damn fine-looking readership too. There's also a full-on naked photo shoot set in Hawaii, which is genuinely sexy in the way Loaded and the other Lads Mags (and their choice of cover stars, tits-out girls like Jodie Marsh) have never managed. (How do I define 'genuinely sexy' as opposed to simply hardcore? It's stuff you show the wife as you slip into bed…)

Shawn Ryder: "I reckon I look alright for a 41-year old."

And of course, there's music, too. James Brown gets to interview Shaun Ryder about his chilled out new album Ameteur Night In The Big Top and rather cruelly, though understandably given the accompanying photographic evidence, makes much of the former Happy Mondays singer's drug-addled appearance. ("He looks f***ing c***ed" is how Brown puts it, without asterisks.) Ryder claims to be mostly straight these days (at least he did in another British interview I read), but Brown pulls no punches: "once he's up to speed with a line he's amazingly alert," the editor writes in his intro, and if that's just a little too ambiguous, two paragraphs later he's more specific: "more nasal aid arrives and he sharpens up."

Ryder can and will do what he wants. Like Shane MacGowan before him, it's too late for him to change. Unlike MacGowan, Ryder still talks sense; there's a fascinating explanation of why he's banned from the USA (it involved people falling out of hotel windows in Manchester) and the confession that at the height of Manchester's gang wars, he slept with a Magnum under his bed: "you're not supposed to be doing that – drugs and guns under the bed when you're appearing on Top of the Pops but that's what it was like." It's also interesting that he's stopped talking to both his brother/ former band mate and his father/former tour manager – but that Shawn and his own family lives next door to best friend/former band mate Bez and his family, out in the country, away from Manchester and all the drugs and guns. (Well, the guns, at least.) "Our houses form a semi-circle around this field in the Peak District, with horses and a waterfall… Bez is like my brother. He is my brother." That's sweet. Best of luck to Shaun – who, to his additional credit, reckons he's had his fair share of it over the years.

But what about politics, I hear you ask? Does Jack do politics? To an extent, yes. BBC correspondent Ben Anderson writes about being 'Kidnapped by the Iranian Religious Police.' He got out alive, as you might guess, and not badly beaten; in fact he got off pretty lightly considering why he and his producer claimed to be in Iran and what they were actually doing there. Anderson had been traveling some of the world's hot spots putting together a BBC TV series entitled 'Holidays In The Axis of Evil.' I can't comment on the shows themselves because I didn't see them, but when I was in the UK in April, I read the Radio Times' blurb for the Syria show just after it was broadcast and had to do several double takes to make sure it hadn't gone out on April Fools Day.

I thought long and hard about bringing the clipping home, typing it back up and asking if it was all some kind of rare BBC self-caricature, but I thought, No if I do, people will just accuse me of having it in for the BBC and then they'll write to me or post on the Forum and say I've lived in America too long, I've lost my sense of humor - and that we should keep our noses out of North Korea, Iran and Syria anyway...despite the fact that they're repressing and/or starving their population, while sponsoring international terrorism and/or tearing up international agreements not to produce nuclear weapons.

So, I let it slide. (And anyway, the BBC's programmes could hardly have been more sympathetic than Dan Rather's CBS verbal blow-job interview with Saddam Hussein.) But sure enough, I write something about the BBC last week in which I suggest, as have others before and since, that the Corporation (as per its charter which states that it "treat controversial subjects with due accuracy and impartiality") shouldn't be editorializing high up in its internationally distributed news bulletins, that it should concentrate on its obvious strengths – gathering and broadcasting the news – and trust that its listeners and viewers are smart enough to draw their own conclusions, and I immediately get taken to task. I've lived in America too long, I'm gullible, the BBC is the only media outlet that told the world of Bush's election theft, and all journalists are left wing anyway, so what's the problem? Well, precisely.

By coincidence, today's Wall Street Journal has an excellent editorial about this very subject. It praises the Corporation's dramatic output while invoking the words of George Orwell on how "Britain's chattering classes have a suicidal habit of flirting with appeasement" - and it states, accurately, as far as I'm concerned, that "The BBC refuses to admit that its coverage of the lead-up to war, of the conflict and its aftermath, has been tendentious; that it has relentlessly pushed the agenda that the war was wrong." You can read the full column here. (And no one give me a hard time for linking to the conservative Wall Street Journal, given how often I link to the NY Times, Guardian, Independent and the like.)

The BBC's Holidays In The Axis of Evil programme, by the way, decided to travel into North Korea, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Libya and Cuba via tourist visas, which I suppose is fair enough if they didn't want to be seen as actually making television documentaries, though of course then you have to pay the price if you get caught red-handed, as they did in Iran. Oh, and they crossed the border from Iraq into Syria by "posing as archeology enthusiasts" and by "buying our minder from the Iraqi Ministry of Information a colour TV." I'd make some comment about the British TV licence-payers money going toward colour TVs for the last members of perhaps the most corrupt and vicious dictatorship on earth, but it might be taken the wrong way. So I won't.

Oh, and James Brown just sold Jack, and its parent company which also owned Viz, for what media sources report to be a seven-figure sum. Fair enough. I believe James will be moving on. Here's hoping Jack continues to thrive without him.



If it's a good enough subject matter for R.E.M., it's good enough for us … On the East Coast, following the coldest winter and wettest spring in memory, it's become the summer that never happened. This last weekend, with serious flooding in New York City, it didn't just piss down, it was taking the piss. Over in the old country meanwhile, i.e. the UK, they're having the summer that never ends. I got to enjoy some of it just a few weeks back, and realized (not for the first time, and it's one of the few subjects on which the country is unanimous in agreement) that Britain is one of the most beautiful countries in the world – when the weather is good.

Tomorrow – Wednesday – the British weather threatens to be a little bit more than good, with the mercury poised to hit the triple digit marks – 100 degrees Farenheit – for the first time in recorded history. Not too big a deal for those of us who live in the States or other routinely hot climates, but in Britain – where anything above 80 is a heatwave, and air conditioning is considered a luxury – it's likely to cause serious meltdown. My mother has almost comically pre-planned to travel from Yorkshire to Gatwick by train in these conditions, despite the fact that the rail network has already cancelled and slowed down dozens of trains this past few days because of the fear of the tracks buckling in the heat. (This is somewhat more plausible than shutting down the system because of "the wrong kind of snow" or "leaves on the track," though no less frustrating.)

When I was in the UK last month, I did much the same journey, traveling from Yorkshire to a meeting in London via three overground trains and two London Underground ones on a sweltering day, and not one of them, not even the Scotland-London train I picked up in Doncaster, had air conditioning. (The tube system apparently won't get it for another decade; the trains are the "wrong size" for the air conditioning units.) And not that it was a problem, but I only made my meeting on time because the I picked up an early train in Doncaster that was running late (if you follow) and which crawled into Kings Cross the same time as the one I was meant to catch (if you still follow). I know that complaining is the British national sport, but when it comes to the train system, it's well and truly justified. Check this report from this Sunday Times food critic Giles Coren under the headline 'Why Don't I Review More Restaurants in the North,' summarized by someone who'd be well advised to stay at home tomorrow.

"Went to Liverpoool to review new restaurant. The 8.00 was
cancelled so they filled the train with fat businessmen on the day when temp
hit 93 lst time in 30 yrs. Oh, there had been a derailment so we were
diverted to West Midlands. But mustn't grumble, the air conditioning only
broke down at Watford so for 30 of the 254 mins. I wasn't even drenched in
sweat. Rubbish about Virgin being so bad, isn't it?---------- Forgot, we
never rose above speed of a small child on a bicycle. (Following the eventual review, he continues….) Boarded
18.32 London train and passed out. Woke up at 20.09, not at Nuneaton, looked
a bit like Lime St. It was; we hadn't moved. This train was now a delayed
19.12 and a cancelled 20.04. Virgin got us going by harnessing us to a small
mouse (followed by lots of jokes about mice.) The mouse took 2 hrs to pull us into Rugby at midnight and was so knackered he had to rest for an hour. We reached Euston
at 2a.m.. I had to take an hour's taxi, home by 3a.m. l9 hrs after I'd left
home to lunch. Travel time 18th cent so if you want a review of a Northern
new restaurant try the Internet."

Do try the Internet: I'm planning on a British food and drink report from my recent trip there. We may even have a northern restaurant or two included. Oh, and by happy coincidence, Virgin Trains sponsored the Move Festival I attended in Manchester; I didn't risk taking the train there.

Stone Roses: We all looked younger back then

The Step On dancefloor stages a Sit Down

Anyway, no need to get homesick: there is a part of Brooklyn that is forever Britain, and it's called Park Slope. (I read not long ago that Brits were the second most populous immigrant group in the neighborhood, and I well believe it.) We don't just have a chip shop and a couple of British style pubs round these parts, we've even now got a Lambretta shop, staffed by genuine Yorkshire mods who showed up for the second of our Step On nights at The Royale last Friday. The environment was rendered that much more realistic than first time round courtesy of various wall-sized posters sent over from Manchester itself, of the Roses, the Mondays, James, the new Carpets best-of and even the Hacienda itself. We even had people come in from New Jersey, and the dance floor was suitably crammed as Jon Davies and myself ran through the above artists and a whole lot more, veering off into some northern soul singles and up to date techno too. The highlight was probably when I spun James' 'Sit Down' and one bright wag decided to lead the crowd in acting the lyrics out as per the band's live shows – one of the only occasions in my DJ career when I've felt satisfied to see nobody up and dancing....

JULY 28-AUG 3: De La Guarda, The Rapture, Radio 4, Stellastarr*, Jodie Marsh, A Tale of Two Lions, Hedonism launch photos,
JULY 14-27: Manchester Move Memories, Hedonism is Here, Holiday postcard
JULY 7-13: Chuck Jackson live, Step On, Beverley Beat, British Way of Life
JUNE30-JULY6: David Beckham, Geoffrey Armes, Happy Mondays, Step On at Royale
JUNE 23-29: Ceasars/The Realistics live, weddings and anniversaries, Cabaret laws.
JUNE 9-23: Hell W10, The Clash, Big Audio Dynamite, Nada Surf live, Field Day debacle
JUNE 2-8: Six Feet Under - Over, Field Day, Siren Fest, Crouching Tigher Hidden Cigarette
MAY 19-JUNE 1: Ian McCulloch live, New York's financial woes, Six Feet Under, Hedonism, Tommy Guerrero.
MAY 5-18: Live reviews of The Rapture, De La Soul, Carlsonics, Laptop, The Libertines, Echoboy, The Greenhornes; observations on Chris Coco/The Blue Room, The Apple Music Store, Alan Freed, Phil Spector, The Matrix Reloaded, Rare Earth, Tinnitus and Royale!
APRIL 28-MAY 4: Flaming Lips, Madonna, Bill Maher, The Dixie Chicks, the war
APRIL 21-27: Rotary Connection, War(n) Out, Cocaine Talk
APRIL 14-20: Belated London Musings on Death Disco and CPFC.
APRIL 7-13: London Musings: Madness, Inspiral Carpets, the Affair, the Palace, the Jam
MARCH 31-APRIL 6: Music be the spice of life, London Calling: Ten Observations from the Old Country
MARCH 24-30: Six Foot Under, Peaches/Elefant live, MP Frees and Busted Boy Bands
MARCH 17-23: Röyksopp live, Transmission, Worn-Out War Talk
MARCH 10-16: Live reviews: Stratford 4, Flaming Sideburns, Joe Jackson Band, Linkin Park. Why I Oppose The War (For Now).
MARCH 3-9: The Pursuit of Happiness, Weekend Players, U.S. Bombs, Al Farooq, A New Pessimism, Brooklyn Half Marathon
FEBRUARY 24-MARCH2: Orange Park, Ali G-Saddam Hussein-Dan Rather-Bill Maher-Jon Stewart TV reviews, Stellastarr*, James Murphy, The Station nightclub fire, the Grammys
FEBRUARY 17-23: Village Voice Poll, Singles Club, Smoke and Fire
FEBRUARY 3-16: Snug, The Face, Pink, Supergrass live, Keith Moon, Phil Spector, Gore Vidal
JANUARY 27-FEBRUARY 2: Communist Chic, Spiritland, Daddy You're A Hero, Keith Moon, State of the Union, CPFC and more on Iraq
JANUARY 20-26: Divisions of Laura Lee, Burning Brides, Words On War, Child Abuse of a Different Kind, Losing My Edge
JANUARY 13-19: Pete Townshend, Pee Wee Herman, South Park and more Pete Townshend
JANUARY 6-12: Interpol in concert, Tony Fletcher's Top 10 Albums and Singles of 2002, More on Joe Strummer and The Clash, Fever Pitch and Bend It Like Beckham.
DECEMBER 31 2002 -JAN 5 2003: A tribute to Joe Strummer, Radio 4 live on New Year's Eve
DECEMBER 16-24: Metro Area, Breakbeat Science, Sting makes Wine, New York Downtown redesigns, Keith Moon anecdotes, Campbell's jokes.
Tiswas, pledge drives, The View from Up North
DECEMBER 2-8 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Weekend Players and Snow Lit Piano Bars)
FOR NOVEMBER 25-29 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Joe Hurley, Thanksgiving, Sven
Väth, Richie Hawtin)
FOR NOVEMBER 16-24 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Longwave, The Pleased, Get Your War On, Powder, Radio 4, Supreme Beings Of Leisure, Ben Neill, Baldwin Brothers, Thievery Corporation)
FOR NOVEMBER 9-15 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes CMJ report including Datsuns, von Bondies and My Favorite, and political Eagles)
FOR NOVEMBER 2-8 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Halloween, the New York Marathon, and British Cuisine)
FOR OCTOBER 26-NOV 1 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes live reviews of The Streets, Mooney Suzuki, Sahara Hotnights, Flaming Sideburns, Stellastarr*; Jam Master Jay; Halloween)
FOR OCTOBER 19-25 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Underworld live, Atlantic Avenue antics, Girls and Boys night)
FOR OCTOBER 12-18 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Bali Bombing and stupid editorials, the Electro-Clash festival, VHS Or Beta, Ballboy, Mindless Self Indulgence, 2 Many DJs, Tom Petty, The Streets, pointless stop-the-war e-mails)
FOR OCTOBER 5-11 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Steve Earle and John Walker's Blues, Dreaming Of Britney, Girls Against Boys and Radio 4)
FOR SEPTEMBER 28-OCT 4 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes White Stripes live, Morel live, My Generation re-issue)
FOR SEPTEMBER 21-27 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes The Creation live, Village Voice, Wine not Whine and more)
FOR SEPTEMBER 14-20 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Firefighter Andre Fletcher, Untamed, Uncut, and more September 11 Musings)
FOR SEPTEMBER 7-13 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Sep 11 memorials, Did Bin Laden Win?, Scissor Sisters and Electro-clash)
FOR AUGUST 31-SEPTEMBER 6 MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes The Strokes live, The Rising, Saint Etienne, Team USA, a.i., Tahiti 80, Dot Allison)
FOR AUGUST 17-30 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes holiday musings, wine reviews, Luna at Southpaw, and more)
FOR AUGUST 10-16 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes lengthy Who live review)
FOR JULY 27-AUG 9 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Area 2, 24 Hour Party People Party, Hootenanny Tour, 2 Many DJs and more.
FOR JULY 20-26 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Wilson Pickett, John Entwistle, rebuilding downtown NYC)
FOR JULY 13-19 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Love Parade, Teany, RenewNYC, Femi Kuti, NRA, Londonisation of New York, Britishification of Global Rock)
FOR JULY 6-12 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes Mike Meyers as Keith Moon, the RAVE Act, John Entwistle, Michael Jackson, Southpaw, Moby Online, Layo & Bushwacka!,
(accidentally deleted)
FOR JUNE 29-JULY 5 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup Final, John Entwistle's legacy, The Who's decision to carry on, the meaning of July 4)
FOR JUNE 22-28 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Dr. John, Doves, Mermaid Parade, John Entwistle's death, Timothy White's death, Clinic Firewater and Radio 4 live, The Who's decision to carry on)
FOR JUNE 15-21 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Liars live, GiantFingers, the Big Takeover)
FOR JUNE 8 -14 DAILY MUSINGS CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, StellaStarr*, Jose Padilla, Dee Dee Ramone, suicide bombings)
FOR JUNE 1-7 DAILY MUSINGS, CLICK HERE (includes World Cup diary, Southpaw, Six Foot Under, Andrew Sullivan)

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