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What are we to make of the fact that Southpaw was almost empty last night for the Singapore Sling show?

Move over Scandinavia: New York's been told to go Bhangra

1) New Yorkers are overly spoiled for choice? (see below.)
2) It's a mistake for any touring band to play in Brooklyn sandwiched between two nights in Manhattan? (Singapore Sling headline Mercury Lounge tonight.)
3) We only like garage revival bands if they're from Scandinavia? (Singapore Sling are from Iceland.)
4) The garage revival is over: South Asians are the new Metrosexuals. (See this week's Time Out cover.)
5) We're broke, Goddamnit. The government can talk all it likes about the growth of the economy, but everyone we know in this city has been struggling to pay their rent since 9/11.
6) Singapore who?

Probably it's the last of those that makes the most sense. I get sent a cool record, I might fall in love with it. (See my Singapore Sling review here.) That doesn't mean anyone else knows the first thing about it. On the other hand, a Canadian band like The Unicorns can sweep the hipster media – and sell out Southpaw in a snowstorm - and I'm last in line. C'est la vie.

So what did the masses miss out on?

1) A group that has the balls to employ a tambourine player as a front-line musician. (Listen to the album and it makes sense.)

2) A group that has three lead guitarists but no spare guitar. (Front man Henrik Björnsson had the gall to ask one of the support bands to pony up a working guitar; Another Blue Door obliged with a far finer-sounding instrument.)

3) Further proof that The Jesus and Mary Chain are right behind The Pixies as the most influential band of the moment.

4) Further proof that The Jesus and Mary Chain knew how to stir up an audience. Singapore Sling, like Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, over-emphasize the aloof factor. At least Scandinavian covers bands – I mean, garage revival bands – know that we want to be entertained when we go out at night.

5) A bunch of good songs drowned in a sea of – possibly intentional, probably accidental – feedback.

6) The always sad sight of a band that's traveled oceans, struggling to look like they care about playing an empty room.

Singapore Sling in full-throttle full-frontal attack mode. Note that the tambourine player rocks hardest.

7) A promising middle band, Dutch Kills. Southpaw's booker-bartender Doug likened them to 'Emo meets George Harrison'. There was some Luna-like melody going on there too.

8) The second Stay Gold party, Southpaw's attempt to steal Step On's thunder. I jest; Stay Gold is aiming for much more of a rock'n'roll bent than our baggy-mod-house shindig. I stuck about long enough to hear DJ Cosmo Baker beat mix Television's 'See No Evil' into The Pretenders' 'Precious' and then superbly segue 'Next To You' (The Police), 'What Do I Get?' (The Buzzcocks) and 'Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone?' (Ted Leo). Sadly, I was one of the only people there to appreciate it: it was already one in the morning by the time Singapore Sling left the stage and that's just too late to get an outer-borough dance night going. Stay Gold – scheduled for the last Thursday of each month - might work better as a freebie on a separate night from live shows. Given Baker's talents (and I've heard his partner DJ Ayres mix Led Zep at a hip hop night; these guys know their stuff) the night deserves to get going. There's plenty room for all of us.



Tony Fletcher, Keith Werwa and Ms. Posie will be personing the decks at Step On, Friday April 2. All other above details remain accurate.

]Following last month's successful Shoegazing revival, we're going to continue the Happy Hour theme at Step On. From 10-11pm next Friday APRIL 2, I'm going to play exclusively from my collection of 7" Singles, which dates back to long before I was born – but from which I intend to focus primarily on the period I enjoyed the format most, say 1977 to 1981. Expect a fair amount of power-punk-pop (Rudi, The Undertones, Girls At Our Best, The Buzzcocks etc.) and a certain amount of angular post-punk DIY (Scritti Politti, The Homosexuals).

Sadly, I sold much of my collection when I moved to the States. Yes, of course I regret it now. I regretted it immediately, in fact, almost as soon as I got to New York and realized that every single single was worth three-four times as much on the Manhattan streets as in London. I can barely bear to think about the jewels I allowed Honest Jon's to take off my hands, though the fact that I'm still staring at almost all the early Mute releases, those self-pressed early Scritti singles and the Rough Trade Delta 5 45s I actually owned first time round (as opposed to buying them in Williamsburg hipster outlets) keeps it all in perspective. Life is short, right? And it all comes out on CD in the end anyway…

Our guest next week will be Keith Werwa, who can often be found DJing for Radio 4 and who claims that "Ladies find me intimidating." Something about that caustic sense of humor. I've been tempted to bring down a mike and leave Keith to deliver one-liners all night. He insists he's going to rise to the real challenge and explain, via his own collection, the musical connection between Fugazi and The Rapture. Catch Keith from 9pm. As always, Step On is free.


You should all have this page bookmarked by now. You should also bookmark Coolfer's home page. The Brooklyn boy (who works for a record label, btw) connects all sorts of music biz dots and finds time today to give examples of music journalists doing everything but actually reviewing the music they're assigned. Nothing new in that one, I'm afraid to report.

After a tip-off from a friend, Coolfer bid on an E-Bay job-lot of Cassette Albums, and won. For just $1.99 he secured analogue tape versions of EMF's Stigma; Blur's Leisure; Happy Mondays' Pills, Thrills and Bellyaches; The Smiths' Louder Than Bombs; Curve's Doppelganger (believe it or not I already have this on cassette) and Pubic Fruit; Jesus Jones' Doubt; and Lush's Spooky and Gala. Should I book him for the next Step On guest spot?

Coolfer also lists upcoming NYC shows. Are we spoiled in this city or what? The next week offers us Singapore Sling, Van Morrison, The Delgados, The Sleepy Jackson, American Music Club, Stellastarr*, Ambulance Ltd, Glenn Tilbrook, Fiery Furnaces, Television, The Wrens, the Decemberists, Ben Watts and Clearlake – and every single one of those in a club. I'm off to Singapore Sling at Southpaw tonight; it's too close to home to refuse. (Singapore Sling album reviewed here.) Following the show is the second of Southpaw's own attempts at a monthly rock'n'roll DJ party, called Stay Gold. My question: is it named for the song by Deep Dish, the song by Stevie Wonder, the one by Apples In Stereo, or by Murphy's Law? The fact that we're asking bodes well.


David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, has a leader column in the current issue which satisfies just about every political leaning and natural emotional response to the Madrid terrorist attacks. In the process, he will hopefully remind some of his readers of important home truths :

The rebel cells of Madrid will not disperse with the pullout of Spanish troops from Iraq any more than the cells in this country dispersed with the American pullout of troops from Saudi Arabia.

Sadly (though admittedly it's not his job), Remnick falls short of offering a solution. Say what you like about Thomas Friedman, and many people do, but he's never afraid to offer solutions. In today's column, he ends with this adroit suggestion:

If the European Union was thinking long-term, it would hold an emergency meeting and announce that each E.U. country would be sending 100 men to stand alongside the 1,300 Spanish soldiers in Iraq to help protect the Iraqi people as they try to organize their first democratic election — free of intimidation by terrorists.


Finally, this would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. Actually it still is funny. And it still is pathetic.

"Genital piercings for women were banned by the Georgia House Wednesday as lawmakers considered a bill outlining punishments for female genital mutilation.

An amendment adopted without objection added "piercing" to the list of things that may not be done to female genitals. Even adult women would not be allowed to get the procedure. The bill eventually passed 160-0, with no debate.

But here's the clincher.

Amendment sponsor Rep. Bill Heath, R-Bremen, was slack-jawed when told after the vote that some adults seek the piercings.

"What? I've never seen such a thing," Heath said.

You have to assume he's telling the truth, or it would open up ALL sorts of interesting questions about the Republican's sexual life, wouldn't it?

Oh, and by the way,

The ban applies only to women, not men.

But of course. Wankers.


Dave Grohl surrounded by 'extras' from his Probot video. No wonder he puts Britney Spears and Paris Hilton in his Playlist.


Dave Grohl as Music Journalist? Well, he has a sense of humor, which is more than most of us. Offering his own Playlist in place of the New York Times' usual in-house critics last Sunday, Grohl pushed the new video by Britney Spears ("Take it from me, the airplane videos get 'em every time") and the impending single by Paris Hilton ("she's already made the video!"). He also give a heads-up to the Eagles of Death Metal, noting that Josh Homme's side-project is "going to make you dance like a meth-head at a Cars concert." Did anyone out there ever see a meth-head at a Cars concert?

It's not surprising that Grohl should mention both pop and porn videos in his Playlist. With his Probot project, he's adeptly mixed the two, bringing along dozens of Suicide Girls for the ride. Lucky guy.


Interesting that Microsoft should have been hit today with the biggest ever European Union fine for abusing its "near monopoly", most acutely with the use of its Windows Media Player. (The software giant has 90 days to begin offering consumers a Windows system with and without the usually ubiquitous WMP.) I spent more time than I should have last night wrestling with an e-mailed press release from Universal Records, intended to allow me to listen to the two new Who cuts from next week's Then & Now compilation.

It's obvious which global software giant designed this intriguing program for the world's biggest music company: Firstly, I had to copy and paste in the applicable URL (rather than just hyperlink) for the crime of being on a Mac, and then, of course, I made the mistake of doing that in Netscape. The Music declined to play on my browser of choice. It directed me, instead to Microsoft's Internet Explorer. And yes, the Windows Media Player was embedded into the program.

All that said, it's a fascinating new way for record companies to allow the press access to new and unreleased music. As with iTunes downloads, it's there when I want to hear it on the computer. Unlike iTunes, I can't copy the file to my iPod. And even if I could, I'm seriously warned not to try it: "please be aware that each file is uniquely watermarked to track all unauthorized uses." In a side note, the RIAA today slapped law suits on another 532 'John Does' for online copyright infringement.

Back up, I hear you say. What do you think of 'Real Good Looking Boy' and 'Old Red Wine', the first new songs credited to The Who since 1982's It's Hard. Ah, I was worried you might push me on that. Let me throw it right back at you: What do you think? All comments in The Pub. The round's on me.

Eddie Izzard: Did I mention that he's a Crystal Palace fan?


I stayed up and watched a repeat of Real Time With Bill Maher on HBO last night. For this last episode in the current series, the left-leaning host had assembled a stellar crop of guests. This included Howard Dean and Russell Simmons for individual interviews by satellite. And it featured a bizarre in-the-studio panel on terrorism featuring aged but still apoplectically angry author Gore Vidal, Bush speechwriter David Frum (responsible for The Axis of Evil phrase and also a follow-up book An End To Evil: How To Win The War On Terrorism) and, sat between these two polar opposites, looking extremely uncomfortable and wondering how the hell to get a joke in, British "actor/comedian" Eddie Izzard.

While Vidal continued with the same paranoid rhetoric that offended me this time last year (Bush may be many things, but calling him "Our Caligula" seems just a little OTT to anyone who ever watched I, Claudius), Izzard did manage to talk some real common sense on several issues. I particularly liked his observation that he had no beef with America taking out Saddam Hussein, "as long as you're taking out all dictators, starting with S…"

Did I mention that Izzard is a Crystal Palace fan?

Maher's parting monologues were worth staying up late for. First up, the concept of 'Goodie Bags' to increase voter turn-out. In the red States (Republican), this included a John Deere (trucker's) cap. In the blue States (Democrat), "you get the John Deere cap… but it's ironic." Maher's joke writers must live in Williamsburg.

Maher's final words on how to combat fanatical male Muslims stepped right over partisan lines into the field of outright, but hilarious offense. (Read the full transcript here.) Accompanying pictures of thousands of angry male Muslins, he offered his own solution to the fanatical scourge. "If we want to stop terrorism, we have to get Muslims laid. We should hire women to infiltrate Al-Qaeda and fuck them."

Still, I couldn’t help concluding that Jon Stewart would handle this format so much better than Maher: he'd have cut Gore Vidal to mincemeat in minutes, he'd have had Eddie mincing just as quickly, he'd have called the all-white crowd on their collective guilt trip for actually cheering the news that they'll be the racial minority in the States in fifty years, and he wouldn't have let Howard Dean get away with a bizarre comment about the Madrid bombing that I couldn't copy down in time to repeat it in good faith. Most of all, he'd have had us falling off our seats in laughter while doing so.

Sadly, such a transformation is not going to happen any time soon: Stewart, surely the best late-night host in the States right now (Brits who don't know him, can watch clips from his web site), has just re-signed with Comedy Central and "Will Remain With Comedy Central's Award-Winning Signature Series Through The 2008 Election Cycle." That's perfectly good news but for his show's brevity: 30 minutes overly interspersed with commercial breaks. For Stewart to gain the national influence he deserves, he needs an hour-long show, like Jay Leno and David Letterman, and even better, one without commercial breaks, like Bill Maher.


Maher's monologue, though it hit on some serious home truths about sexism, revealed one way to combat religious fanatics. And that's to laugh at them. Time to try it at home. This one courtesy of the SuicideGirls.com news pages:

"It looks like the story of a certain Jewish guy from Nazareth who was worshipped as the Messiah and crucified by the Romans will be coming to the big screen... except this time there'll be bearded women at stonings, 'Biggus Dickus", aliens, frontal nudity, a far-too-literal 'suicide squad' and a big musical number.

Inspired by the success of The Passion, Rainbow Film Company are re-releasing Monty Python's The Life of Brian at theatres across the U.S at the end of April."



I'd like to think I get things right on this page. But sometimes I get them wrong. And every now and then, I get them half right and then go off the grid for the weekend.

Looks like I did the latter over John Kerry and his snowboarding. I saw the picture Friday. I was impressed. I know Kerry likes the outdoor life. He's a keen windsurfer. His posture does look good. But then I buggered off for the weekend - skiing and snowboarding myself, which means, of course I was positively prejudiced towards Kerry - before reading the reports alongside the pictures. Last night, I sat down with a mountain of media and read the following report of what actually travailed (and this is one of the more generous accounts):

"The image-conscious candidate and his aides prevailed upon reporters and photographers to let him have a first run down the mountain solo, except for two agents and Marvin Nicholson, his omnipresent right-hand man."

So far, so good. But then,

"His next trip down, a reporter and a camera crew were allowed to follow along on skis — just in time to see Mr. Kerry taken out by one of the Secret Service men, who had inadvertently moved into his path, sending him into the snow.

When asked about the mishap a moment later, he said sharply, "I don't fall down," then used an expletive to describe the agent who "knocked me over." "

The expletive, according to all accounts I could find, was "son of a bitch."

A few points:

1) If I called everyone who moved into my path on the mountain a "son-of-a-bitch" I'd be fist-fighting my way back to the lodge.

2) Kerry's Secret Service detail is being paid to protect him with their own lives. He may want to think twice about giving them any disincentives.

3) We all fall down. Sometimes it's because we're pushing beyond our abilities, which is fine. (According to other published accounts, Kerry fell many more times; somehow only the good pictures made it to the press.) And sometimes it's because, yes, other people get in our way. (Though if you're a good enough rider or skier, just as if you're a good enough driver, you can still navigate your way out of a collision.) Either way, there's such a thing as a sense of humor. Unlike the world of Presidential politics, mountain sports are meant to be fun. And to think I posted this to counter my own perception of Kerry as "dour."

Memo to would-be President from 7-year old and his dad: It's meant to be FUN!

Why did I rush to give Kerry more credit than he deserved? Simple. I want to like him. I need to like him. I was even willing to skip over the report accompanying the picture to demonstrate to the world (well, at least this web site) how much I can like him. Please, then, will someone, ideally the candidate himself, start delivering really good reasons to love John Kerry, ones that I don't have to apologize for the very next day? Because if I'm feeling this uninspired by the man, imagine how the swing voters are feeling...


People always find their way to this site when The Who go back on the road. My morning coffee was accompanied by several e-mailed reviews from last night's Forum show. One such respondent has already taken my advice and posted his comments in the Pub. Thanks, Jonesy. Others, please feel encouraged to do likewise. That's what it's there for.

BTW, I wasn't trying to be negative about The Two's gigs yesterday. Not at all. I went through all that when they carried on touring after John Entwistle died and then, true to form, loved the shows I saw regardless. As far as these smaller shows go, I have particularly great memories of seeing The Who, with John, play their first American club gigs in 30 years, their first as a five-piece in almost two decades, and their smallest American shows in God knows how many years, at the House Of Blues in Chicago in late 1999. That was several dreams come true. After all, we can't all have been regulars at the Goldhawk, can we?


In the New York Times, Jon Pareles writes of last week's annual South By South West convention in Austin, TX, that it "testified to the vitality of the other music business: the nonblockbuster realm of live shows and independent labels, where careers don't hinge on Top 10 hits."

An astute assessment. Though the award for true honesty in the face of adversity goes to Jay Boberg, President of MCA Records (and the man who signed and nurtured R.E.M. back at IRS.)
"There are major companies who are trying to keep their businesses afloat," said Boberg, in one of the conference's panel discussions. "And there's everybody else. Everybody else is doing great."

This is a conversation I keep having with 'everybody else'. The gigs I go to are routinely sold out; people attending spend money on CDs and t-shirts as well as on booze. Indie labels in America are frequently selling over 100,000 copies of individual albums. With home studios and cheap pressing plants, many artists are recouping their investments after just 1,000 sales. With rock radio having disappeared down Clear Channel's ever-fattening stomach, the online community has become the new underground. Word spreads faster on new music now than ever before - especially with the ability to find and listen to new artists online almost as soon as you're told about them. Unless you've just been laid off by a major label (or worse, unless your album has just been shelved by a major label), the music world appears to be flourishing.

If you're one of those many millions of musicians whose livelihood has been changed by the Internet, then you may just want to give up 20 minutes of your computer time to fill out a survey being conducted by the respected Pew Research Center, "to measure the impact of the Internet on songwriters and musical performers." It's a little tedious and, um, devoid of humor, but hopefully it's for a good end.

And just in time to round out today's Musings in perfectly synchronised form, by countering another of yesterday's posts, I've just been sent a link to the iTunes is Bogus site. Lots of food for thought there. I post it without prejudice and may offer some responses tomorrow. Peace.


Andrew Sullivan invented (I believe) the verb 'To Fisk', when he started taking apart the Independent's famed, ahem, 'reporter' Robert Fisk's agenda-driven nonsense sentence by apologist sentence. Sullivan has become a little obsessed with the habit; his recent Fisking of the Guardian's response to the Madrid bombings was somewhat hysterical. (Especially as I found other pieces in the Guardian that were far more moderate.)

But I can't say anything more about Fisk's current column on the assassination of Sheik Ahmed Yassin that Aussie blogger Tim Blair hasn't said for me. Blair (no relation to any British PM, I would tend to think) also responded with devastating speed to the BBC's fawning Sheik Yassin: A Life In Pictures. Anger AND a sense of humor. Is Kerry watching?



The Who – though I still find it hard calling them as such now they're down to just two – are playing the first of three shows at The Forum in London tonight. They are surely confident about their impending performance: in co-ordination with themusic.com, they are offering "a collection of authorised 2-CD sets consisting of complete, unedited, live recordings from The Who’s upcoming shows in London." In this regard, they're joining bands like Phish and Pearl Jam who have learned that, as their shows will be bootlegged anyway, they may as well sell an official recording as let the money go elsewhere. I'm all for this move.


Next week, The Who release THEN AND NOW! / 1964-2004, the latest in a seemingly endless string of compilations. The difference this time round is the inclusion of two new songs: 'Real Good Looking Boy' and 'Old Red Wine'. I'm all against this move: luring in long-term fans to the tune of £15 with the bait of two (and it always seems to be just two) new songs that are rarely up to par with the real Greatest Hits. This, of course, is where iTunes come in. If, like most right-on rock fans, you already own every Who single that's worth hearing, and if the new songs are not being released as actual singles, you should have the option of buying the tracks individually. As of yet, 'Real Good Looking Boy' and 'Old Red Wine' are not in the iTunes catalogue. Hopefully, they'll be there next week when Then And Now! Is released. Otherwise, I suspect that The Who will lose on the swings (with file-shared copies of the new songs) what they gain on the roundabouts (beating the bootleggers at their own game).


Of course, The Who aren't the only band to try the "Buy 16 old songs, get two new ones free" trick. R.E.M. did it with their own Best-Of last year, In Time, and they'd have been equally ripe for criticism had 'Animal' and 'Bad Day' not been available for single download. (But then you can't burn an iTunes track onto a CD and, the iPod's march to world dominance not withstanding, that remains a disincentive.) Anyway, the R.E.M. trio are now back in the studio, in the Bahamas of all places. Helena Christensen gives us the lowdown in the new Observer Music Monthly. Actually, she doesn't; she asks Michael Stipe if she can duet onstage on the band's next tour. (Presumably with tongue in cheek.) One minor factoid: Stipey states, "I'm very fortunate in that very, very little keeps me awake at night." He's right: he is very fortunate.


Also in the Observer Music Monthly, Tim Moore attempts to justify his teenage love for The Merton Parkas' 'You Need Wheels' but ultimately knows that there is none. ("In three short minutes it cut down the flower of British mod.") He should also know that any altercation between Paul Weller and Sid Vicious (the former delivered the latter a severe beating one night, in the Vortex if memory serves correct) would have to have taken place prior to the mod revival, allowing that Vicious died in February 1979. A small point. Unlike those at the end of Jam shoes.


Closer to home, the American magazine business was apparently down 6.5% last year. You wouldn't know it looking at the New York market. Fifteen years ago, we only had The Village Voice for our weekly guide to the city. Ten years ago, only The Voice and the New York Press. But once the success of the latter forced the former to turn freebie, the floodgates opened. We now have Time Out New York, The Onion and latest newcomer The L Magazine also competing for our notoriously short attention spans. The L is the weakest of the bunch, by a long stretch, and its 'Brooklyn Issue' does little to rectify matters. In The Big Dig: Developing Downtown Brooklyn, Sarah Haight looks at the controversial plans for the Atlantic Yards and desperately tries to satisfy both those for and against the development. That means treating property magnate Bruce Ratner with kid gloves. He "has a quiet arrogance on paper," Haight writes with curious understatement: she should hear him in person. The biggest mistake though is falling right into Ratner's trap and framing the issue as being about sports. Ratner's plan for the Atlantic Yards is not all about bringing the New Jersey Nets to Brooklyn. It's not about a new arena. (People keep calling it a stadium. It's an arena.) It's not about sports, period. That's a mere cover, a tax-break bait by which Ratner plans to build a small new corporate city, with skyscrapers reaching up to 65 stories, in the heart of traffic-congested residential Brooklyn. Most people on the Brooklyn streets don't know that. And local magazines have a duty to inform their readers of the big picture.


Still mixing sports and politics, seeing the generally dour and frustratingly unexciting John Kerry out snowboarding last week made me that much more enthusiastic about the Democratic candidate. And his is not a patronizing, win-the-youth-vote hipster picture either: the posture's too good for that. Besides, as an active windsurfer too, Kerry clearly loves the outdoor life. Now all we need is a promise to make football the national sport (and no, I don't mean the New England Patriots kind) and we'll be, as they tend to say round these parts, good to go.


Here's an interim hitlist, some older music I've been listening to for one reason or another:


THE UNDERTONES: HYPNOTISED (More on the Undertones here)

VARIOUS ARTISTS: RAW SOUL (More on Raw Soul here)




And because I don't have time to review them any more, here are some of the books I'm reading. Click on book cover for a web link.

What are you listening to or reading? Stop in The Pub and let us know. There's a lot of you signed up and a lot of you reading other peoples' posts. Start your own thread…

MAR 15-21: TV On The Radio live, Tracking Terror, Bloomberg's Education Bloc, The Homosexuals,
MAR 8-14: The Undertones live, Winemakers Week, Madrid Bombings, Just In Jest
MAR 1-7: Rhone-gazing, Pop Culture Quiz answers, Who's Hindsight, March Hitlist
FEB 16-29: Lad Lit, American Primaries, New York novels, Candi Staton, the Pop Culture Quiz, World Musics In Context
FEB 9-15: Grammy gripes, Spacemen 3, Replacements, Touching The Void, Moon myths, Voice Jazz & Pop Poll
FEB 2-FEB 8: Suicide Girls in the flesh, Johnny Rotten's a Celebrity...So's Jodie Marsh
JAN 26-FEB 1: Starsailor/Stellastarr*/Ambulance live, Tiswas, Wine Watch, Politics Watch
JAN 19-25: Brooklyn Nets? LCD Soundsystem, Iowa Primary, The Melody, TV On The Radio
JAN 12-18: The Unicorns live, New York w(h)ines, Sex In The City, Curb Your Enthusiasm, S.U.V. Safety, Bands Reunited
JAN 5-11: Tony's Top 10s of 2003, Howard Dean and his credits, Mick Middles and Mark E. Smith, Mick Jones and Don Letts,

DEC 22-JAN 4: Blind Boys of Alabama live, Joe Strummer, Year-End Lists, Finding Nemo, The Return of The King
DEC 15-21: Placebo live, Park Slope, Angels In America, Saddam's capture
DEC 8-14: The Rapture live, Guardian readers change lightbulbs, Keep iJamming! Thriving
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

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