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Tony will be reading from HEDONISM at 10pm. At 11pm, the long-standing underground dance night Mondaze will take over with DJ sets by New York legends Frankie Bones and Heather Heart. The Sapphire Lounge is at 249 Eldridge Street, between Houston and Stanton, Manhattan. (212.777.5153) Admission free before 11pm.



Took Campbell to see Brother Bear last Saturday lunchtime. Call me a sentimental soft sell, but the movie pushed all the right emotional buttons: an Indian (should I be saying Native American?) brave is turned into a bear by the Spirit of his dead brother. This serves not only for predictably amusing confusion, and hence laughs for the kids, but affords him the opportunity to see how the hunters (the humans) look from the perspective of the hunted (the bears). Hopefully the pro-life moral wasn't lost on the little ones; it certainly wasn't lost on me – especially once I saw that known Animal Rights activist Joaquin Phoenix provided the human/bear's voice. I know we have our fair share of parents out there reading iJamming!, but if you don't have a kid of your own, grab your nearest 4-10 year old niece/nephew/cousin and go see this; I absolutely promise both adult and child alike will enjoy the experience.

An odd tie-in to the above. I hate McDonald's. Always have done. Not just for their ubiquity, as the blandest face of American-based globalism. Not just for all their minimum wage spending and mass profiteering. Not just for all the shameless cross-promotions with the aforementioned Disneys of this world that have our vegetarian kid begging for a bag of fries just so he can get the latest toy. Obviously I hate them for the unhealthy food, raising all that cattle unnaturally (and unnecessarily) and then slaughtering it for people to guzzle down without a second thought as to what they're eating or how it impacts on the planet. And yet somewhere down the line, their money-making appears to have done some good. Joan Kroc, the widow of the McDonald's founder Ray Kroc, has just left a $200 million endowment in her will for NPR, the forever financially bereft public radio network that supplies me with most of my news intake and the vast percentage of what passes for proper radio programming these days. That sum is enough to meet NPR's operating budget for the next two years. Note that this gift is not from McDonalds itself – though the company does have a good track record for charity work – but from its founder's widow. Clearly, there's someone who wanted to give back to a society that served her well. Bless.

Staying with political issues, you may have noticed I've been quiet about the post-war chaos in Iraq. Every morning when I get up, turn on NPR and hear of further U.S. casualties I say the nearest thing I have to a prayer and keep hoping that the tide will turn. I wait for the Bush Administration to be honest with us and present a proper plan; I'm sure I'm not alone in saying I would respect them more if they admitted to making mistakes rather than pretending it's all going just fine. I look, forlornly it seems, to the Democratic Presidential Candidates to offer their own viable solution, as opposed to simply saying "I would have done it differently." And I return to the essay I wrote on the eve of invasion, when I stated I was against the war primarily because of a lack of international support and because I didn't perceive Iraq as an imminent threat or closely allied with Al-Qaeda. It doesn't give me much comfort. I never opposed the war because I thought Saddam Hussein was successfully contained, or that containment of Saddam Hussein was a desirable policy. I never thought he was somehow on a 'par' with other dictators; I've maintained that any which way you draw up a table of the worst living, entrenched, war-mongering, genocidal, sadistic, neighbor-invading, oil-hungry dictators, Saddam Hussein would come out on top. I had great doubts about the motivations of those countries that obstructed the USA in the United Nations. But I don't get paid for holding these views, and so while I stake my claim to speak freely like anyone else, I mostly leave it to others to try and articulate my thoughts. Christopher Hitchens has once again done so quite brilliantly in his latest essay for Slate. I strongly encourage you to read it. You don't need to agree with every word – I'd be worried if you did – but we'll all be better off for registering and digesting his comments.

More on NPR: I go on all the time about WNYC's morning host Brian Lehrer, and now I know why. A few weeks ago he took a holiday and the standard of the show dropped almost off a cliff. No matter who they put in his chair, he or she could not successfully juggle the on-air experts' opinions, the caller's comments, the rigours of timing and the need to be up on every event in the news. This week it's been much the same story as Lehrer headed over to London to team up with the BBC World Service for a couple of live weekend joint broadcasts about British and American democracy and immigration. Anyone with broadband can hear Lehrer's show, archived, at wnyc, but maybe more across the world will learn of his masterful skills at hosting a debate the old-fashioned way, over the BBC airwaves this weekend.

Got some good press myself this week with a piece in Time Out New York which, you may be relieved to know, is not online and therefore I can't link you to. But actually something that meant a little more to me was a couple of nice e-mails from Mick Mercer, former editor of Zigzag magazine and well known in goth circles as that movement's prime archivist. Zigzag and Jamming! co-existed in peaceful harmony in the early and mid-80s – in fact the Kris Needs-edited Zigzag of the punk era was a major influence on me. But Mercer and I never had much contact, which made his enthusiastic comments about this site, and encouragement for he non-affiliated political perspective, all the more meaningful. In a public display of mutual back-scratching, I'm happy to plug his own site, mickmercer.com. And no it's not all about All About Eve re-issues. He's into photography these days (admittedly, photographing graveyards) and his girlfriend is an opera singer. He too has found the ideal outlet for his journalism via his own web site and I wish him luck.

Finally saw the Brooklyn band Oneida over at Southpaw last night. With their first release dating back to 1997, the local trio predates the whole New York rock revival buzz, and it shows: decidedly unretro, clearly not influenced one iota by modern dance grooves, they instead mine that thin line between prog rock, pure punk and modern jazz. Minus a bass guitar, the keyboard-drums-guitar line-up makes for a shrill sound that frequently caused gig-goers last night to stick their fingers in their ears. (Wisely, I'd brought earplugs.) But when they hit on a primal prog groove – and then stick on it relentlessly for several minutes, as per the penultimate song 'Other People' – it's absolutely hypnotic stuff.

I found keyboardist/singer Bobby Matador's announcements unnecessarily abrasive, though I appreciate it's all part of the show, and he was certainly more captivating than guitarist Papa Crazy at the mike. But it's drummer Kid Millions who make Oneida worth the price of admission. Every song, to the extent that these avant-garde grooves can be described as songs, he digs himself a beat that reinvents the term 'funky drummer' and immerses himself in it. Just when you think he's lost in his groove, he'll pull off a paradiddle or syncopated roll in exact precision with the front-of-stage members. A mesmerizing musician. The group played several songs last night from their demolition derby movie soundtrack, Speedo, in which Matador double-tracked Crazy's lead guitar, and a handful from their upcoming album Secret Wars which, and this isn't usually the case, both Time Out and the Onion this week assure us is one of the best upcoming albums of the winter.

I had intended to see the recently reformed Metal Urbain (infamous for being the first ever release on Rough Trade), visiting America to coincide with Dan Selzer's label Acute's reissue of their early works Anarchy In Paris!. But I just didn't feel like sticking around until 1 in the morning for a bunch of middle-aged Frenchman. That, an encroaching cold and ongoing tiredness from the Marathon. Oh, and the small matter of my own reading and DJing tonight which will keep me up way past everyone's bedtime. Come down if you can. And if not, have a good weekend. I intend to.



It's with almost uncontrollable pride and joy that I announce the opening of the iJamming! Public House, a.k.a. The Pub. It replaces the old Forum, the attempt at which to host free democratic discussion was sadly spoiled by free-market capitalists and their useless spam. The Public House asks only that you provide a valid e-mail address when you sign up as a member, a policy which will prevent spam merchants from posting wildly.

As I've written in the Frequently Asked Questions section, "The iJamming! Public House is a chance for all iJamming! readers, scattered across the world as we are, to share a Virtual Pub, where we can socialise without leaving the house. (Plus, it makes for a cheap round.)" You're encouraged to discuss anything you want there, within reason (and following the usual rules of online etiquette), especially anything to do with this web site and your reactions to my own postings. Think of me as the Pub Landlord: I'll often be pre-occupied making sure the place is running smoothly, the clientele is behaving and the orders are getting filled, but I'll join in your conversations as often as I can. And in much more the manner of a New York bar host than an English landlord, the first round is on me: I've put out a welcome mat for you to all introduce yourselves. Half a dozen people signed up within hours of yesterday's small announcement; I know there are many more former regulars out there who missed the camaraderie and controversy of the old Forum. You just need to take the time to register, after which you can come in and share the snug.

I've been so excited about getting the Pub together that I'm going to cut today's post short. I've got some serious other work on, plus I'm absolutely f***ed from the Marathon on Sunday, just plain physically exhausted; feel like I was run over by a truck. And I've got a DJ gig and two readings over the next few days, which I hope some of you New Yorkers will come out and attend. (If you're new to this site, we DO talk about music a lot here; this week is an exception. Check here for the music index.)

My thanks again to Anna from the officially unofficial Psychedelic Furs site Burneddowndays.com, and her new, personal blog absolutely-vile.com for installing the programme. That kind of support makes doing this worthwhile.



Monday I wrote that "I'm not going to say any more against" P. Diddy's over-publicized Marathon Run. I don't need to: he digs his own grave. This is from his official Marathon diary, published in Monday's New York Post.

"I was excited. Then I had major, major difficulties, like nothing that I had ever experienced in my training or in life.

I lost my team, my security. They went to get water at Mile 15, and then my security lost me. I had two people that were with me that had all of my stuff. They had my "goo," my water, my sodium, and they lost me, both of them.

Around Mile 16, my legs cramped and stayed cramped. I lost my people, everything. I was out there by myself."

Diddums, Diddy. And welcome to the real world where, to use a precise metaphor, you have to stand on your own two feet.


Today is 'Bonfire Night' back in the UK. Burning the Guy and all that. Reading the atrociously poor (but free) Hull Trains magazine on the way down to London the other week, I got a brief recap on the Gunpowder Plot and Fawkes' extremely unpleasant demise: such considerable torture that he had to be carried to the gallows, from where he was hung, drawn and quartered, as were his fellow plotters: Their heads and other parts of their bodies were displayed at various points around Westminster and London. (And you thought Bush was overly tough on terrorism?) This piece of history reminded me that I still don't really know my history. In fact, in all my years living in the UK, I never understood what we were actually celebrating on Guy Fawkes night. Were we honoring an anarchist/terrorist/revolutionary/religious zealot who proposed to do away with what the rest of the world sees as a cradle of democracy? Or were we celebrating his capture and the preservation of our Parliament? I suppose it's always been the latter, but a quick Google around the subject confirms that I'm hardly alone in my confusion: "Some of the English have been known to wonder whether they are celebrating Fawkes' execution or honoring his attempt to do away with the government."

This Googling has also revealed that the Plot - to the extent that it may not in fact have been a Sting Operation - was fuelled, as sadly most acts of terrorism seem to be, by religious differences which can be traced back to Henry VIII, his disassociation from Rome, his formation of the Church of England and his sudden and serious persecution of all those Catholics who hadn't undergone such a drastic conversion of faith as the multi-marrying Monarch. Again, we were never really taught all this as kids. Why not? An equally important question though, is that in burning the Guy, are/were we not pandering to our most primal violent tendencies, the desire to watch someone die slowly and cruelly? It just seems interesting as I reflect on it that the 'Holiday' was never put in any political/historical perspective as we grew up. Certainly in my childhood, it meant nothing more than a chance to have a public bonfire and set off fireworks. Does anyone have a better analysis than myself? If so, use the newly opened iJamming! Public House to share it with all of us.


Steve Kember in happier times. (Note to readers: Palace managers are rarely seen smiling.)


Yes, there's more to sport than running. There's also the sport of running after a leather ball and trying to kick it into the opponents' goal. And astute iJamming! readers have probably noticed that after my gloating over Crystal Palace's early season performances, I've become very quiet about my team as results have gone distinctly and consistently the other way. With just one win in 13 league games, and following an abject performance against Division One leaders Wigan last weekend, where we lost 5-0 to fall perilously close to the Relegation zone occupied by the likes of Wimbledon and Derby, it was no surprise to learn that Palace manager Steve Kember was sacked yesterday.

It's easier for me to take all this misery when I'm 3000 miles away and have other things on my mind. (I do love the fact that a Wigan fan I haven't heard from in 15 years managed to find my e-mail address to rub in Saturday's result, however!) And it appears obvious enough that Kember didn't have what Tom Wolfe would have called The Right Stuff.

Still, as I've suggested before, I don't believe Palace's problem lies in the dressing room. I believe it lies in the board room. The Palace chairman, the self-confident, self made millionaire Simon Jordan, simply won't leave his coaches alone to do their job. That's why he sacked Palace's greatest ever manager and most loyal of public employees, Steve Coppell, almost as soon as he bought the club three years ago – because he knew that Coppell earned greater respect from fans and staff than himself. That remains true to this day: many Palace fans, myself among them, have not forgiven Jordan for forcing this early showdown, and the fact that the chairman then couldn't get on with (and couldn't get the results from) subsequent coaches Alan Smith, Steve Bruce or Trevor Francis only confirmed our suspicions that the Coppell sacking was but a harbinger of worse things to come.

The appointment of Steve Kember last summer was a clear attempt to change the rules; in giving a much loved former Palace player and long-suffering second string coach a shot at the prestigious position of first team manager, it went unstated but clearly noted that Jordan was imposing a yes man underneath him. Palace fans have great respect for Kember as a player and employee; few of us had him marked down as a potential Premiership manager. The failure of his tenure is therefore less a question of Kember's talents than of Jordan's judgment.

Sadly, I don't see a light at the end of this tunnel. I think the situation will keep repeating itself until Jordan either grows up or sells out. I hope it's the latter. Palace have enormous support and a certain amount of sometimes begrudging respect. We know we're a top flight club, but apart from a few years in the early 90s under Steve Coppell, we simply haven't been able to prove ourselves a top flight team. I'll continue to take solace in the fact I'm 3000 miles away from our troubles, and I wish the Wigans of this world great success. I just hope this site keeps going long enough for me to be the cocky Palace fan at the start of the season – and be equally proud come the end of it.



Well it wasn't as much fun as last year. For that, we can blame the weather. What must have seemed like pleasant September temperatures for the two million spectators lining the New York City streets were considered unwelcome and punishing by the 35,000 runners in the New York City marathon yesterday, myself among them. Watching the taped race program last night, it was pointed out early on that an air temperature of 63F was equivalent to 75F on the roads, and given that the heat kept going up from there to around 70F by lunchtime, you can imagine how it felt to be running your 23rd mile through the unsheltered streets of Harlem with that sun beating down on you. (In fact, unless you've been through it, you probably can't imagine it and wouldn't want to!) There were several times during the last few miles, as an assortment of horrendous pains ricocheted around my shins, quads and hamstrings seemingly at random, that I really thought I might just collapse.

They call it the World's Longest Urinal - and when you need to pee several times before the race, it's one of those times you're glad to be a man! (Queues for the 'real' toilets run 20 minutes long.)

They say that Brits are the second biggest immigrant group in Park Slope. As it happens, this man is standing by the Old Stone House, a major site in the Battle of Brooklyn -and also only a few hundred yards from the Park Slope Chip Shop.

But hey! I didn't collapse. I kept going, and broke my last year's time by a solid three minutes, upping my placing from the top third to the top 20%. (My net time was 3hrs, 56mins, 08 seconds – an exact 9:00 min mile pace.) My sense of disappointment is just that, having started near the front of the pack, I breezed through the first 13.1 miles in 1hr 46mins – my fastest half marathon to date – when I should have been holding myself back instead for the horrible hills that dominate the second half. If you want to run a good first marathon, follow my advice from last year, not anything I did this time round. Next year, I might get that balance right, starting far enough forward to set my own pace, but getting that pace right in the process. I should note, which I haven't yet done so here, that I received a very late acceptance for the Marathon this year – on September 9, in fact, which gave me only 8 weeks to train. I knew I hadn't done enough long runs over the summer, but took the entry all the same. I did get up to a 16 and 20 mile training run in October, but the lack of more and even longer runs was evident: my legs just did not have 26 non-stop miles in them yesterday.

But for all that the second half became increasingly dispiriting, there was lot of fun to be had. Walking in, I found myself alongside Sir Ranulph Fiennes and Dr Michael Stroud, the last of the British eccentric explorers who in completing yesterday's run made it 7 marathons in 7 days, ensuring another entry in the Guinness Book of World Records. I had a nice chat with the titled British gent, who didn't look the slightest bit jet-lagged, but when I suggested yesterday's run would be a breeze compared to some of his other Marathons this last week, he looked up at the blue sky – where was the cloud cover we were promised? – and said, "I don't know, I don't like this weather." The pair finished together in 5hrs, 25 mins.

Hero? (Or lunatic?) Sir Ranulph Fiennes and running partner Dr Michael Stround at Staten Island. The pair successfully completed their 7th Marathon in 7 days.

Villain? (Or people's hero?) Sean 'P Diddy' Combs surrounded by minders at mile 3. Running past him was the last I saw of him; he finished 14 mins behind his 4 hr goal.

Many New York friends told me they didn't care how I did as long as I beat P. Diddy/Puff Daddy/Sean Combs and his entourage. I did that around mile 3. I had a scare when I was at 116th Street in Harlem and slowing, and a loudspeaker announced that Combs was only 3/4 of a mile back, but he ended up a full couple of miles behind me, and so my mission was accomplished. Like many, I find Combs' ego overbearing (and his music shit), and I wasn't impressed with his time: considering his prime running age, and that he had none other than three time NYC Marathon winner Albert Salazar as his personal trainer (who flew in his top therapist last week to treat Diddy's sore knee; me, I'd had to just put ice on mine), he really should have been able to meet the 4hr time he'd (loudly as ever) publicized. But I also have to hand it to him. Diddy brought thousands of young black people out on to the streets who wouldn't normally pay much attention to the Marathon; there were times that it seemed like two out of three placards had Diddy's name on them. If it's true he raised a million dollars for city children in the process, I'm not going to say any more against him.

Underdressed beneath, overdressed on top: He said the tartan was McKenzie though his name was Archibald.

Running over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge: Being toward the front of the pack this year gave me plenty running space - maybe too much.

All's well that ends well. My son holds up my medal outside Central Park; I manage a smile; Posie took the photo.

The weather – though murderous for the runners – also brought out more spectators than usual; it felt to me like there were twice as many people on the streets as last year, when it barely got above freezing all day. During the periods I was struggling, I felt that famously fantastic support from people who saw my name on my shirt and individually urged me on; it was like they had a vested interest in me getting my running legs going again and making it across that line in the best time possible. It worked: I don't know how I did that last 1/4 mile uphill but I certainly wasn't going to walk it. And the crowds were like that everywhere, in every borough: even in the much-maligned Bronx (through which we only run a mile) I counted at least three musical groups out playing on the street: one reggae, one rock and one gospel. How can you not love New York?

For all that observers may have noticed the women's course record was shattered, and suggest that surely the weather couldn't therefore have been that big a factor, those same observers may also have noticed that even more of the winners were Kenyan than ever, which ought to tell you something about how the heat hampered those from cooler climates. One more simple way to observe the effect of the heat is simply to state that my time last year would have put me 1300 people higher up the finishing list this year. Finally, if the heat hit me, it hit hundreds of others in a much more serious manner: at mile 25, in Central Park, I saw one poor runner apparently unconscious, splayed across the feet of the cheering crowds. I saw people from New York's best runners clubs hobbling and crouching in those last few miles. And getting some ice in the medical tent afterwards, I felt like I was in a war zone as people were stretchered in and those with the worst cramps and pulled muscles were screaming under the pain of treatment inside. Why do we do it? I'm not entirely sure. But I'll be back next year all the same.

OCT 27-NOV 2: CMJ Music Marathon report, NYC Running Marathon preview, Prey For Rock'n'Roll, Yellow Dog, Gen Wesley Clark, Halloween
OCT 20-26: Television Personalities, defending New York rockers, Bill Drummond Is Read
OCT 6-19: LCD Soundsystem live, Renewable Brooklyn review, Blind Acceptance is a sign...
SEP29-OCT 5: New York w(h)ines parts 1 and 2, Bruce Springsteen at Shea Stadium.
SEP 22-28: Atlantic Antic, Pacifists for War: General Wesley Clark and the Democratic Debate, Danny Tenaglia, Running Wild, Steppenwolf
SEP 15-21: Radio 4/DJ Vadim live, Manhattan Mondaze, Circle of Light, Renewable Brooklyn
SEP 8-14: Central Park Film Festival, Roger (Daltrey) and me, September 11 Revisited, The Raveonettes/Stellastarr* live, Recording Idiots of America,
SEP1-7: Film Festivities, Party Monster, Keith Moon RIP
AUG 25-31: Punk Planet, Carlsonics, Copyright Protection, Cline Zinfandel, BRMC
AUG 18-24: Black Out Blame Game, John Shuttleworth, British Music mags, Greg Palast, The Thrills live.
AUG 11-17: The New York blackout, Restaurant reviews, The Media as Watchdog, What I Bought On My Holidays
AUG 4-10: Step On again, Shaun W. Ryder, Jack magazine, the BBC, the Weather, Detroit Cobras, football and Rock'n'Roll
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.
DECEMBER 9-15: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!,
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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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The biggest night out that you'll ever have in." Jockey Slut
"Hedonism will have you gripped from start to finish, guaranteed." International DJ

Tony Fletcher's debut novel HEDONISM is out now in the UK. For more information and to read excerpts, click here.

Mail Order available through amazon.co.uk and Musicroom.com


THE OTHER NEW YORK MARATHON: 10 Live Reviews from the CMJ Music Marathon, October 2003

Albums from UK, USA, Canada, Australia, Iceland, Denmark, New York and New Jersey.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Bruce Springsteen at Shea Stadium

'Echoes' by The Rapture, 'Stellastarr*' by Stellastarr*.


What I bought on my Holidays (CDs, 12"s, books and magazines from the UK)

What, Where, How and Why...

A report from a proper Field Day Festival (includes R.E.M., The Charlatans, Inspiral Carpets, and Badly Drawn Boy)




2 CD's & MP3's

live at the Brixton Academy

The iJamming! Interview:
"We bypassed the record company and the industry - we just did this thing and it went off."

From the Jamming! Archives:
interviewed in 1981

as of March 11

20 ALBUMS, 5 EPs


Ten Major Memories and a number of lists

INTERPOL in concert



the iJamming! Book Review
by Alan Dershowitz

The 'Other' Cabernet Grape Takes Root In New York
Part 1: The Basics/Regions
Part 2: New York Wines
Part 3: Loire Wines
Part 4: Conclusions

30 Albums 10 Songs

Tips for the marathon virgin.

From the Jamming! Archives:
Interviewed in 1979

The iJamming! Interview: UNDERWORLD

Coming and Going
Chapter 3: THE PALACE

The iJamming! Interview

From the Jamming! Archives:
Interviewed in 1978

Available Now!
The introduction to the new edition of my R.E.M. biography is here.

A Decade In Dance
10 Years (Apiece)

The iJamming! Wine Round Up October 2002, including:
Sauvignon Blanc
Pinot Noir
Rhône Rangers
Southern France

The whole 1990s catalogue

From the Jamming! Archives:
interviewed in 1978

The iJamming! interview:

GOLDEN SHOT hostess 'Lee Patrick' recalls her time as Keith Moon's amour

From the Jamming! Archives:
U2 interviewed in 1984.

iJamming! Wino/Muso:

The iJAMMING! interview:

From the Keith Moon archives:
the JEFF BECK interview .

The iJAMMING! chat:

Fran Healy explains why "you cannot own a song."

From the JAMMING! archives: The Story That Spawned Creation

The iJAMMING! interview:

The full iJamming! Contents