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The final words spoken by Placebo's Brian Molko at Webster Hall Tuesday night powerfully summed up his band's fighting sense of optimism, a motto that could also be titled in more familiar terms: Revolt in style.

I've been intrigued and inspired by Placebo long enough to have come out the other side, disappointed by the more meandering metal moments of their fourth album Sleeping With Ghosts. Tuesday night's tour finale was actually my first time seeing the band in the flesh, and I was gratified that there was a focus on songs from their strongest albums, 1998's Without You, I'm Nothing and 2000's Black Market Music. The superb 'Black-Eyed' and set-closer 'Special K' were particularly powerful. If the volume seemed curiously loud considering that Stefan Olsdal seemed to spend as much time dancing and prancing as he did playing second guitar or bass, there was a good reason for this perception: a roadie was playing one instrument or the other behind Olsdal's stack through almost every song. I can understand keeping the extra musician behind the scenes when it's just for the one or two numbers; when it's for as many as in Placebo's set, I don't understand why they don't just bring the man onstage so we can all see him – as they do with the keyboard player.

Placebo at Webster Hall. Extra guitarist not shown.

It's a small gripe. Molko and Olsdal are commanding front men in markedly different ways; Steve Hewitt's a dominant drummer. The group's unashamedly queer lyrical stance brings out a sizeable faction of what, twelve years ago, could legitimately have been called the 'alternative' audience (It didn't surprise me at all to see some Nine Inch Nails t-shirts in the crowd). But Placebo are not limited by their lyrics, which are as much about individual independence as they are about personal sexuality, anyway, and their fanatic following ranged widely in age, gender, inclination and appearance. I spent a good part of the set wishing I'd seen them earlier, somewhere smaller, but while Sleeping With Ghosts is surely not their strongest record, Placebo appear to be solid internally and externally judging by the energy, the exuberance and the contagious confidence. It's hard not to believe they'll bounce back to recorded form soon enough.

Sadly, I had to miss Stellastarr*'s opening set due to other commitments; I also had to miss part of Placebo's show due to the fact I was called in at the last minute to DJ the after-show party. I was happy to take the job, as I was attending the gig anyway, but one-off events are by their very nature hit or miss, and this leaned on the latter. An open bar might have made a difference: as soon as I saw the bartenders in the basement room ringing up Webster Hall's offensely high prices – that's $5 for a small bottle of water, thank you – I knew we'd be in for a short night. With a mere 50-odd people in a room that can gold almost ten times that many, nobody was much keen to dance either, and it was hard to blame them; I doubt I'd have ventured on to the floor in their shoes either. But there were some energetic exceptions who kept me going through the two hour event, and it was fun to dig out some old goth classics: I thoroughly enjoyed seguing Depeche Mode's 'I Feel You' (which has been covered by Placebo), The Banshees' 'Fear of The Unknown' and Nine Inch Nails 'Head Like a Hole.' The Alpine Stars' 'Carbon Kid,' with Molko on vocals, worked extremely well too; Brian should sing on other people's records more often, his voice is so distinct and yet so clearly adaptable. I had plans to get all rock'n'roll and spin The Raveonettes (whose Chain Gang of Love will surely make my top ten list for 2003), Black Rebel Motorcyle Club, The Strokes and the like, but the moment never seemed to arrive; I threw 'Rocks' by Primal Scream on the turntable towards the end of the night and it sounded totally inappropriate …

Isaac Green gets his rocks off. Even though it might not look it...

…Last night (Thursday) Posie and I walked into a Holiday party hosted by hip rock publicists Big Hassle and Dave Matthews' label ATO (there's an odd team to be sharing an office), and Isaac Green of Brooklyn's own Star Time Records was DJing that self-same Primal Scream record. It sounded totally appropriate. That's the way it goes when you're spinning: it's less about the record than the occasion. Green played some cool old soul singles as well, while several hundred revelers emptied several dozen bottles of Rosemount Shiraz (must still be under $10 then!) and siphoned off the Brooklyn Brewery kegs that had been set up on the freezing cold terrace. (So cold that one of the keg pipes burst and we were stuck with a cooler full of beer floating in ice water. Only the desperate were seen to drink it.)

From ten years ago and back I'd make a point of going to as many Christmas parties as I could and getting as drunk as possible in the process; wasn't that the point of them? Now the list of events that arrive in the InBox look more like another form of marathon that an invitation to merriment, and I'm more concerned about getting on with work the next day anyway. So though we had a list of other parties we could have popped along to, we called it a night at the relatively sane hour of 11.30pm, dropping another early-nighter Park Slope music journalist/father home along the way. Can someone say 'encroaching middle age'? Probably, but we discussed the finer points of Iggy and Bowie's current lust for life all the way home. Bowie opened a world tour at Madison Square Garden Monday night. He sung on a version of Placebo's 'Without You I'm Nothing' later included as a bonus cut on their Black Market Music. Placebo went to the MSG show Monday. Bowie didn't return the favor Tuesday. Molko told a joke about Bowie in his absence. I posted reviews of Bowie and Iggy's new albums here, just this past week. At iJamming!, we connect the dots.

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Just posted: The Last HitList of 2003. Solo Stars features reviews of new or recent albums by three middle-aged icons (Bruce Springsteen, David Bowie and Iggy Pop), one dead punk hero (Joe Strummer) and one unknown (Jolie Holland). They're all superb records, and they relate to each other in many ways: Bowie and Pop, former musical comrades, evincing lust for life well into their 50s; Springsteen, Strummer and Holland all believing that a simple, emotional recording will often better a complex, polished one. Strummer, of course, did not have much choice in the matter, given that he died a year ago next week, halfway through recording Streetcore. Don't be diverted by an understandable suspicion of the posthumously finished album; Streetcore's as fine as work as Strummer has been involved in since peak period Clash. Really.

Only one of the albums is a Holiday Period retrospective – the Essential Bruce Springsteen – and even that one includes a bonus CD of unreleased and/or obscure material. This is my first Boss compilation andit prompted me to dig out a back issue of Jamming! (22, November 1984) and scan in the feature Tony Parsons wrote for us about Bruce Springsteen's Born In The USA. Something between an album review and a career overview, it's probably the best piece of rock journalism it was ever my honor to publish at Jamming! You can read more as to the background of the piece here; or just click on the images below for full-screen, high-resolution scans of the feature.

And if you haven't checked them out yet, please read the other recent iJamming! Hitlists: Global Techtronica, Tripped Out Brits and British Dance.



I write frequently about my Brooklyn neighborhood, and in particular, our local 'Main Drag', 5th Avenue. When we moved to Park Slope in 1996, all the shopping action was up on the perennially pretty 7th Avenue; 5th was populated by bodegas, five and dimes, and no small amount of drug dealing occasionally accompanied by gun fire. Though there was no shortage of decent people and friendly store owners, the Avenue's nighttime appeal could best be summed up by the fact that the one decent restaurant, Cucina, offered valet parking, less as a mark of upscale appeal than on the understanding that restaurant goers would not want to risk walking to and from their vehichle.

We sensed – perhaps just hoped – that if we, as a young family, were willing to take a risk on the 'lower' part of Park Slope, we might not be the only ones. Our optimism was born out over a couple of years as, first, a couple of bars, a clutch of restaurants and a few low-end boutiques and cafes took advantage of cheap store rents and an increasing influx of young inhabitants. Somewhere round the turn of the decade – and completely unimpeded by the events of 9/11 – the changing tide turned into a flood. We've watched, with a certain amount of pride and just a little trepidation, as more and more vacant store fronts were replaced by cafes, restaurants, bars, clothing stores and those homeware/gift/kitsch stores that prey on disposable income. A vast majority of these local businesses are owner-operated by local residents, making for just the kind of neighborhood we surely all wish to live in. And though the influx of bars and nightlife have brought with them familiar late-night problems, crime is down, notably. What's to complain about?

The closing earlier this year of Mario's Deli, which had been a fixture at the top of the street for far longer than we'd been here, for one. Mario was a Puerto Rican who grew up in the 'hood and who proudly posted, at the store's entrance, a photo of him and his old street gang taken on Flatbush Ave on July 4, 1959 I think I was the year. They looked like something right out of West Side Story and, according to the one local newspaper story that followed up on the photo, behaved much like it too! But Mario had mellowed into a lovely middle-aged man whose store had the exact same sense of neighborhood familiarity I remember from the sweet store on the corner up in Beverley, Yorkshire.

Mario wasn't officially forced out of business; he claimed he'd never been able to turn a profit on his deli, but for years her persisted in the belief that positive developments on the Avenue would benefit him. Yet as the local demographic shifted from a Hispanic base to what I call 'funky white people' (many of whom commute to Manhattan), there became ever less demand for Mario's tinned goods and bacon rolls. He experimented with organic products – I rubbed my eyes in amazement the day he started selling soy milk - but within months, a flashy organic grocery store opened across the street and cornered the (mini-) market. Mario was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. We knew it too. We waved a fond farewell to him when he closed down, presented a plaque of gratitude from the block and considered our mixed blessings that the neighborhood's good fortune could not trickle down to one of its more honorable store owners.

The store front only stayed vacant for a couple of months, and the last few weeks have seen great activity inside. Yesterday, the sign went up and we finally got to see what will replace Mario's Deli. Yogasan: Center for Yoga.

There's no need to add comment, is there? Except that just two doors down, in a half-store that has previously sold Hispanic porn videos and spare parts for cars, a sign has also just gone up for a new store front. What can I say about The Chocolate Room: Chocolate Boutique and Dessert Café that the name doesn't say for itself?

Until now, I've been able to argue that gentrification for this neighborhood has been a good thing. (See most of the above.) But I've always been wary of what I call the 'tipping point,' when the neighborhood shifts so far beyond its sense of cultural balance that it proves beyond correction. I fear we've now reached that point.

I'm hardly the only web host in new York who writes about their neighborhood. Yesterday I came across the NYBloggers website, which collects information on all such sites – and arranges them according to the subway map. You can choose a web site based on its nearest subway stop. (This is presumably done on the understanding, even as a correction to the fact that web sites are, of course, actually located 'out there' somewhere in cyberspace.) By one of those nice little touches of happenstance, the first site listed on the first local subway stop I opted for is 'coolfer', which concerns itself with 'New York, Music and the Music Industry.' Coolfer links to live Underworld shows, listens to Magazine and Husker Du and writes today about the pricing of CDs. He makes a point few of us rock and dance fans pause to consider. "It's safe to say that urban artists have, on average, the highest prices in the industry. They also have the shortest shelf life. How do you develep an artist that has a short window? You don't. You take the money and run."

Sounds like Coolfer and I should get together at Southpaw one night, doesn't it? Maybe discuss yoga and chocolate and how the Psychic on the same block ever stayed open for business as long as she did...



The Observer recently launched a monthly music mag. Those of you in the UK have probably seen it. There's no reason some of it shouldn't be easygoing filler to laugh about over coffee in bed or a pint down the local boozer at lunchtime. But The Observer is nonetheless the Sunday companion to the Guardian, which prides itself on accuracy; it therefore has a duty to at least fact-check before it prints the oldest of myths. I quote, from this last Sunday's magazine:

The 10 party animals

1) Keith Moon
After destroying drum kits, partying was Moon the Loon's favourite pastime. The drummer's 1975 solo album Two Sides of the Moon reportedly cost $200,000 to record and a further $200,000 for the non-stop studio party with drinking buddies such as Ringo Starr and Harry Nilsson that went with it. It is Moon's notorious 1967 birthday party during the Who's first US tour, though, that takes the cake. With an eye on the rest of the tour, Moon claimed it was his twenty-first (it was in fact his twentieth) to get around US licencing laws. After a day getting sozzled at the Holiday Inn in Flint, Michigan, Moon wound up his party with a vast food fight that culminated in him nakedly evading the police and ditching a Lincoln Continental into the hotel pool.

Anyone who has come close to my Keith Moon bio - which has been out now for five years, and has sold quite enough copies that one of them should have been sufficiently close at hand even for a lazy journo like Carl Wilkinson - will know perfectly well that the 1967 party was indeed Keith's 21st, not his 20th. My book opens with the detail about how his age has consistently been misquoted over the years. And the old Lincoln in the pool? Daltrey claims so. Many others don't. I'm not pissed off about any of this. It just depresses me a little that tens of thousands of people have wanted to read the truth about Keith's life, but time and again, journalists simply repeat the same old same old rather than pausing for a moment's research. In doing so, they give the profession an even worse reputation than it already has.

I'd post more today, but I've taken a fair time out already over at the Pub (don't worry, I've only been hammering the coffee!), responding to some of the Posts and comments that have been coming up. If you're a regular visitor to iJamming!, please consider signing up and joining in the chat - especially if you want to talk about something other than football!



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What can I say Saddam Hussein's capture that we don't all already know?

1) It doesn't matter whether you eagerly supported or strongly opposed the invasion of Iraq (or like me, were incredibly conflicted about methods and motives) Saddam's arrest is good news. As I've stated before, Saddam topped the league table of genocidal, sadistic dictators almost any way you added up the points. People like him should never be in positions of power – nor allowed to escape prosecution for their crimes. His capture marks a great moment for Iraqis, human rights campaigners, and American-British-coalition leaders alike. We should take a pause and celebrate that much.

2) When Saddam's sons, Uday and Qusay, were killed in a firefight earlier this year, certain political commentators immediately suggested that American/coalition forces never intended to take them alive – and that, by killing the despot's sons, the occupying forces had, deliberately, silenced those who knew most about weapons of mass destruction (or lack thereof). That Saddam was taken alive, without a shot being fired, counter-balances the deaths of Uday and Qusay and demonstrates clearly that there is no shoot-to-kill policy in place when it comes to capturing the worst of the Iraqi leadership. It also confirms that each situation has to be confronted on its own circumstances and that, rather than being deliberately killed by American forces, Qusay and Uday chose to fight to the death. Which leads us to the next point.

The 'President of Iraq' tries to 'negotiate'...

3) Saddam was a coward all along. A sadistic coward, perhaps, but one who, after seizing power, made certain never to put himself in harm's way. It was widely suspected that he was hiding out among paid-off supporters around Tikrit. It's not really that surprising that he was hiding in so insalubrious a location. But it says much that, after sending millions of his countrymen out to fight and die in the invasions of other countries, after sending conscripts out as cannon fodder when his country was finally tackled by outside forces, after all the bravado talk of fighting to the last drop of blood and after all that Mother of All Battles nonsense, he was happy – no, eager - to be taken alive rather than put up a fight or use his pistol on himself. A coward through and through. But then, until the very end, he was suffering delusions of grandeur. "I am the President of Iraq, and I want to negotiate," he is reported to have stated upon capture. It's perhaps the only humorous comment he's ever made.

4) His capture comes close to Christmas, which reminds me that two years ago, long before the invasion of Iraq, when 9/11 was still the issue on our minds, Osama Bin Laden also seemed close to capture. Many of us really thought the Al Qaeda leader would be taken 'dead or alive' (as President Bush had put it) in time for end-of-year celebrations. It didn't happen, and to the anger of many people everywhere, Bush quickly turned attention from a barely- or un-finished job in Afghanistan to his beef with Saddam Hussein. So yes, Saddam was as bad as they come, and his capture may mark a historic opportunity to turn the tide in the middle east. But Osama Bin Laden, the mastermind of 9/11 and so many other murderous terrorist attacks, is still at large. And the 'war on terror' will therefore remain ongoing at least until Bin Laden is found. There are those who think that that's precisely how the Administration wants it. I hope not. And I hope Saddam's capture marks the moment when they can begin to confirm as much.

THE DEVIL IN AL PACINO (and the Angel in Ms. Streep)

Did Angels In America justify the hype? Just about. The Tony Kushner play, about the AIDS crisis in New York in the late 1980s, adapted to HBO TV by Kushner and directed by Mike Nicholls, was a magnificent realization of television's greater possibilities. But the six hour extravaganza could have been sliced in half and it would have been no less effective. That was certainly my conclusion last night after watching the three-hour second half preceded by the last hour of the first half. The angel sequences – specifically those featuring that notable over-actor Emma Thompson – were notably less interesting than the storylines played out down on earth, where the central characters eventually involved themselves in each others' lives until they were all helplessly – but not hopelessly - entwined.

Just about all the acting that took place down in Manhattan and Brooklyn was worthy of acclaim, but the $60 million extravaganza may be best remembered for confirming the chasm between the classics and the merely great. Meryl Streep played the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg, and a Mormon mother who comes to New York from Salt Lake City to 'rescue' her homosexual son ("New York City is nothing like I expected it to be, and that's about the best thing I could say of it," she happily reports at the end) and was masterful in each case. (In the first episode she even played an ageing male Rabbi – and I was transfixed by that performance long before I knew it was her.)

Equally magnificent was Al Pacino as real-life Republican Kingmaker and celebrity lawyer Roy Cohn, the living embodiment of evil. Pacino's had practice in these parts of course – he's played both Michael Corleone and the Devil on the silver screen – but he may never have been so downright disgusting and yet so totally commanding. His was a staggering performance that will be remembered for years to come.

A dying Roy Cohn (Al Pacino) haunted by the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg (Meryl Streep). Those who control everything about themselves in life are powerless to control their legacy.

Pacino's performance prompted a couple of thoughts:

1) He and Robert de Niro played two different Corleones in The Godfather, Part II – a large reason why that movie is remembered as one of the best of all time. Pacino continues to play such seriously deadly memorable characters to the bitter end, while de Niro has given up such commanding roles to become (mostly) a comic actor. The last time I saw de Niro in a movie he was again playing a Godfather, but a caricature of one, in the predictable Mobster comedy sequal Analyze That. De Niro may well have concluded that, as the greatest actor of his generation, he had nothing left to prove but that he could play comedy too, and he's fully entitled to do so, but all the same, wouldn't it be wonderful to see him still take on roles like Pacino's Roy Cohn?

2) Cohn was a pivotal figure in many ugly chapters of American political history. Angels in America offered the karmic lesson that all the power and influence on earth won't prevent you dying a painful and brutal death if an untreatable disease should get the worst of you. It offered an additional lesson that those who control everything about themselves in life – Cohn denied he had AIDS right up until his actual death – are nonetheless powerless to control their legacy. Something perhaps Saddam and other dictators would do well to remember. I was keen to know, however, whether Cohn was guilty of all the crimes Kushner accused him of: while prosecuting the Rosenbergs, did he really have censurable after-hours conversations with the Judge? Did he actually get his hands on a hundred bottles of the AIDS drug AZT during his hospitalization, or was it merely a useful plot tactic? There are books on Cohn that can presumably provide the answer, providing one has the stomach to read them. In the meantime, Angels In America will surely be shown in other countries and hopefully achieve similar acclaim – and it would probably benefit from being broken into six one-hour episodes. It's addictive stuff. But the high would surely be purer in smaller doses than we were administered here in America.

DEC 1-7: Cabaret Laws, Ready Brek, Kinky Friedman, Sir Ranulph Fiennes, Jonathan Lethem, Julie Burchill, Blizzard running
NOV 17-30: Lost In Music, Lost In Translation, Neil Boland, Political Polls, Press Clips, Australian Whines
NOV 10-16: Ben E. King live, Hedonism readings, A***nal, Charts on Fire
NOV 3-9: Brother Bear, Oneida, P. Diddy, Steve Kember, Guy Fawkes, Iraq, the Marathon
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 Feet 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
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Bruce, Bowie, Iggy, Joe and Jodie...

From the Jamming! Archives

Global Techtronica

Santa Julia Torrontes, Argentina

TRIPPED OUT BRITS: Nine albums of vaguely psychedelic bliss

Eargasm by Plump DJs

Paul Durdilly Les Grandes Coasses Beaujolais Nouveau 2003

Down But Not Out

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

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."

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The iJAMMING! interview:

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