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FRIDAY APRIL 2, 2004

STEP ON

THE SINGLES SESSIONS

From 10-11pm, Tony Fletcher will be spinning 7" singles from his collection. Expect a focus on the glory years of 1977-1982.

Also appearing: DJ Posie. And opening, at 9pm, Keith Werwa.

Step on is first Fridays of every month at The Royale, Park Slope, Brooklyn. See right for details.


SATURDAY APRIL 3

HOME TOWN HEROES

Here's what was great about The Rapture/Black Rebel Motorcyle Club show at Roseland Wednesday night:

1) Home town heroes headline major venue. There's no point believing in your local scene unless you're willing to see it grow. And that means wanting your fave bands to play big venues. (Even if you, yourself, would sooner see them in small venues.) The Rapture were suitably sheepish about their achievement. "Thanks to everyone for coming out," Mattie Safer told the crowd early in the proceedings. "Who'd have thought we'd ever play this place?"

2) Luke Jenner as front man. I noted Safer's sidelining and Jenner's new center stage role the last time I saw The Rapture. It was the final piece in The Rapture's complex jigsaw and it's evidently working; Jenner's got the front man's natural crowd-pleasing instinct. At Roseland, he thought nothing of dropping to his knees, waving his hands in the air, even high-fiving individual audience members. If he knew he was being corny, he didn't show it. (Which, if you think about it, means he wasn't being corny.)

3) New songs. Two of the first threee numbers were unfamiliar, a ballsy move for such an important home town show. And a mid-set song with the refrain "I've been searching so long" suggested particular greatness.

4) Power ballads. Jenner sung 'Open Up Your Heart' with sugary sincerity. The only thing missing was the crowd holding aloft their lighters. (Given that you can't, officially, smoke at New York venues any more, that sight is becoming something of a relic.) Hopefully it's just a matter of time before radio latches onto either this song or 'Love Is All'. If The Yeah Yeah Yeahs can have a hit with a ballad, so can The Rapture.

5) Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Like The Rapture, they started slow - Peter Hayes performing solo, on acoustic guitar – but once the trio went electric, there was no turning back. And though BRMC's delivery is an insular, somewhat aloof take on minimalist Mary Chain rock'n'roll, it nonetheless filled the room through sheer force of volume and a powerful light show. Variety, such as it's part of BRMC's repertoire, comes mainly from the fact that both front men sing lead: Robert Turner has a Liam-like larynx (as evidenced by 'Stop') and Hayes a more traditionally bluesy delivery (as per 'Six Barrel Shotgun'). I was surprised not to hear the new album's stand-out and recent UK single, 'We're All in Love' (unless they played it during the two minutes I headed downstairs for a leak); I was hardly astonished that they ended with 'Whatever Happened to My Rock'n'roll? (Punk Song).' BRMC are derivative, we all know that, but - and especially compared to openers Starlite Desperation, who tried just a little too hard - they more than make up for it with attitude. I encountered several Rapture fans who were remarkably unimpressed by their simplicity - but it certainly twists my melon (man).

6) Courtney Love. She watched the show from the balcony. She was the only person we could see up there. How lonely is it at the top?

The Rapture take it up a stage. (And the camera loses focus in the process.)

And here's what wasn't good about the show.

THE SET-UP. Admittedly, this is a co-headlining tour, and BRMC, who will be closing out half the shows, may not give a damn about beat culture. But it was incredibly disappointing to see The Rapture, a group whose belated discovery of dance music convinced a large number of indie kids to follow suit and embrace house, techno, electro and post-punk funk, in such a dull, conventional environment. (You know: taped music at low volume while the house lights are left on full and fat roadies fill the stage.) This might not be a big deal for The Rapture when they're the opening band outside of New York, but for a home town headlining show, they really should have taken control of their surroundings. It wouldn't have been a big deal to add a DJ; at the very least, they could have vibed the crowd up with a pre-show tape.

The cavernous concert hall and Clear Channel's corporate rock vibe (security tried to take my digital camera from me) confirmed why I pass up so many shows at bigger venues. I genuinely prefer to spend my limited gig time popping round the corner to check out a new act at Southpaw, or taking a drive to somewhere similarly cozy in Manhattan. And that's why I skipped the Rapture's encores and high-tailed it down to Irving Plaza, where Stellastarr* had just kicked into their biggest hometown headlining gig to date.

Stellastarr*, officially now local stars. (Compare with these photo for proof.)


Once there, my enthusiasm immediately returned. There's simply nothing that compares to seeing a young band on form in a packed small venue. Fact, the excitement level was palpably higher for Stellastarr*'s club gig than The Rapture's concert show. The applause after 'My Coco' was deafening, and in an episode one doesn’t often see played out in New York City, it went on, and on, and on. The group didn't deliberately milk it, but they did pause, and pause, and pause before starting the next song. Then, at the conclusion of the encore ('Pulp Song,' naturally), guitarist Michael Jurin went to casually slap some outstretched hands in the front rows and had difficulty extricating himself. I don't know if Stellastarr* inspire the same devotion outside their New York hometown, but allowing how many people in this crowd were clearly looking up to the band – as opposed to watching their friends – I wouldn't be surprised if it's a similar scene. I would like to have seen Stellastarr* follow The Rapture's lead and give us more new material (front man Shawn Christensen told me they had two more albums written – a year ago), but given that their superb debut album is taking time to seep into national consciousness, we'll let them off one last time. This was their night, and it was one for the scrapbooks.


FRIDAY APRIL 2

MEET THE CHINESE BEATLES

If I'd had this in time to post it yesterday, you'd probably have suspected an April Fool's. But I didn't, and it's not. What we have here is a Chinese sleeve of the Meet The Beatles album. Notice anything odd about the image? That's right: their eyes have been doctored. The person who sent it to me wrote, "This suggests that the Chinese authorities at the time tried to hoodwink their people into believing that the Beatles were actually a Chinese group. (Most had probably never seen 'Western' shaped eyes anyway.)" In which case it would be fascinating to know to what extent the ruse worked. I mean, did the Beatles sound Chinese? Or was the music doctored as well?


THURSDAY APRIL 1

GOING OUT LIKE A LION...

Last night, the wife and I managed to catch Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and The Rapture at Roseland, and still make it down to Irving Plaza to catch almost the whole of Stellastarr*s set. We also made it to the post-Stella show party at Bar 13 (home of Shout!, among other long-standing dance nights), which it seemed like everyone I'd ever known in New York also managed to attend. A fun time was had by all. I'll write more about the shows tomorrow.


I'm off to a big, bi-annual wine tasting later today and that, too, will hopefully find its way into print, though perhaps not as elaborately as when I posted the 2 Many Tastings feature 18 months ago. To get ourselves in the mood though, here's a few fun questions for you to ponder. Feel free to answer them in The Pub for the fun of it; I'll post the answers in a day or two.

1) Which country consumes the most wine per person? France, Portugal or Italy?
2) Which country has seen the most dramatic increase in wine-drinking since 1995? Great Britain, China or the USA?
3) Which non-European country consumes more wine per person? Australia, South Africa or Argentina?
4) How many of the world's Top 5 wine-drinking countries in the world are in Europe? 2, 4 or 5?


Then there's Step On on Friday, for which I know some of you have booked your international flights to attend. Sadly, I'll have to miss on Squarepusher playing Southpaw the same night, but that's the price you pay for living on such a happening busy strip.


And Saturday night, I can't but relive a little part of my past and attend the NASA Rewind party at Arc. Back when Arc was known as Shelter, in the early 1990s, NASA held court for several years, not just as the city's pre-eminent techno-rave night, but also as the spiritual home for the city's burgeoning (some would say pubescent) rave generation. If you never attended NASA but have seen Larry Clark's controversial movie Kids, you'll have a not entirely unreasonable idea of its symbolic importance in the city's history. If you have no idea what I/m on about, you may want to jump ahead to the musings on The Who.

For this ambitious Rewind reunion, original NASA promoters Scotto and DB have assembled almost all the regular DJs from back in the day, including Keoki, Frankie Bones, Jason Jinx, Ani, Soul Slinger and, of course, DB himself, with Scotto providing the light show as was always his talent. I only DJ'd NASA the one time at Shelter, and once for a major NASA-sponsored concert featuring 808 State and Meat Beat Manifesto. But through my own spinning days at Communion (where Scotto also did the lights) and the overlap in our audience, I related closely to the whole scene and have many a hazy memory of stumbling out of Shelter at some ungodly post-dawn hour on a Saturday morning, the sun hurting my eyes and my bed calling my body. Can't push quite those same hours what with the fact I now have a buoyant kid to keep me from sleeping on at the weekend, but I have to go, if only to see how many other old faces show up. The joke is that the NASA audience will now, some twelve years later, finally be old enough to drink. (Shelter never had a bar, hence the preposterously young crowd.)


I thoroughly enjoyed the lengthy interview in Uncut with Pete Townshend about Tommy and its legacy, as conducted by Simon Goddard. The interview coincides with the 5.1 Surround Sound remix of Tommy (read my review here), and the recent return to the stage of something approximating The Who. But it also serves as a mild exorcism for Pete, a chance to move beyond the horrible events of last year. He sounds secure in himself and for all of us who envy his talents but wouldn't necessarily want to be burdened with them, that's a good thing.

I also liked the accompanying one-pager with Roger Daltrey, who can be far more succinct.

Opening question: "Is Tommy The Who's finest hour?"
Opening answer: "Obviously it was a pivotal point in our career, but I don't know. I think Quadrophenia is every bit as a good a piece of work and musically I think it's better."

And I don't know that I'd disagree. I'd ask your own opinions but you're all too teetotal to spend much time in the iJamming! pub. This I will ask, though: any among you attend the Albert Hall Monday for Tommy? Care to let us know your thoughts?


WEDNESDAY MARCH 31

PREVENTING A FUTURE 9/11 (OR 3/11)

It's mere coincidence that the British security forces should foil a massive Islamic-terrorist bomb plot the same day as the USA's President Bush grants National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice permission to testify, under oath, in front of the 9/11 Commission. But the two news stories are nonetheless intrinsically related.

On a surface level, the British success at heading off a potentially catastrophic attack reinforces the American failure to foil the 9/11 attacks. But that's easier written than it is supported by any kind of argument. After all, the British have far more experience in terrorism, what with all the IRA, INLA and other paramilitary attacks they sadly failed to foil through the latter three decades of the 20th Century. The Americans, Oklahoma aside, had virtually no experience with domestic terrorism prior to 9/11. It stands to some kind of horribly perverted reason, then, that the British would be better prepared now than the Americans were two and a half years ago. (Though, that said, and knowing many lives have surely been said, I'd like to pause and applaud the superb vigilance and detective work on the part of the British security forces.)

As regular readers know, I've never taken a partisan view on the perceived 'failure' to prevent 9/11. Clinton was in office for eight years and did next to nothing about al-Qaeda. Bush was in office for eight months and did next to nothing about al-Qaeda. Had Al Gore been elected President in 2000, who knows what he would have done about al-Qaeda, but it's my firm opinion that the attacks of 9/11 would still have taken place. The American intelligence weaknesses and the admittedly brilliant planning on the part of the terrorists should never be reduced to a Left vs. Right argument. Al-Qaeda were attacking a nation, not a political party.

Unfortunately, there are still those who believe otherwise. Too many people have claimed that some congruence of the CIA, the Pentagon, the Bush Administration and Mossad (they always include Mossad) planned and organized the attacks of 9/11. Though the existence of previous al-Qaeda attacks in Saudi Arabia, Africa and Yemen fail to dent a hole in this conspiracy theory, subsequent events in Bali, Turkey, Morocco, Saudi Arabia and now Spain must surely have put a lie to that idea. Which is why those of suspicion minds have mostly mutated their argument down to a less elaborate, yet equally sinister, belief. They claim that the incoming Bush Administration knew about the impending attacks of 9/11, but failed to act against them – not out of stupidity or disbelief, but because it figured such a catastrophic event would give it a blank check from the American people to pursue a radical domestic and global agenda.

I don't believe that. Certainly, I don't want to believe that. Which is why the 9/11 Commission is so important, because it provides an invaluable opportunity for an open society to report its failures, study its weaknesses and learn its lessons. And that's why it's equally vital that the Bush Administration stops with all its secrecy and allows the Commission to question who it needs to, when it needs to, and in public if it serves the public interest. When Bush backed down yesterday and gave permission for Rice to testify next week, following considerable pressure from all sides of the political spectrum, it was more than a defeat for the President; it was a real victory for democracy.

Governments are always going to have secrets; there will always be some document of one meeting or another that they demand to keep private. And in issues of international terrorism, there is much that does need to be kept under lock and key until the danger has passed. (Think of the British police raids yesterday for an example. Would you have wanted them announced in advance?) But rarely has there been an American government so secrecy- and privacy-obsessed as the current Bush Administration, and the longer it plays hide-and-seek with a Commission whose job is, primarily, to enable us to avoid a future 9/11, the more the public will suspect that Administration has something to hide.

The case of Condoleezza Rice, who has no problem appearing on television news to present the Government argument shows but had steadfastly refused to answer questions under oath in front of a Government-appointed commission, is the most obvious example. Did she fuck up in the first few months of the Bush Administration? Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. And maybe, as with so much else that clouds that otherwise crystal clear autumn morning of September 2001, there was a little of both. Until now, certainly, no one has held her personally responsible for the events of 9/11. But if mistakes were made, we, the people, need to know about them. The families of the 3,000 victims, the families of everyone in America – and the world - who wants to ensure that there is no future 9/11, depend upon it.

There's a not entirely unreasonable irony about how these events are playing out. The Bush Administration stalled initial public inquiries into 9/11; when forced to form a Commission under public pressure, it tried to place Henry Kissinger, of all people, in charge; finally, it tried to slow the process until after the 2004 elections. Had the Administration leveled with the people earlier, opened its books and allowed its Cabinet Members to testify under oath, this whole Commission might have wrapped up a year ago. Instead, it's taking place, very publicly, just months before a Presidential Election, and if the Commission's findings – or merely the public perception of the hearings - tips the votes come November, Bush and co. will have no one to blame but themselves.

That, ultimately, is as valuable a lesson as we can learn from the whole tragedy and travesty. America is too strong a democracy, certainly too open a nation, to allow its government to operate behind closed doors for any considerable length of time. If those of a certain political persuasion still believe that 9/11 was allowed to take place so as to provide Bush and co. with a blank check, they must also acknowledge that the plan was a total failure. Because for every purported attack on civil liberties and the Constitution, the civil population and the powers they elect have fought back with equal certainty. It's been ugly, yes. But that's the perverse beauty of living in an open society.


TUESDAY MARCH 30

FEVERISH PITCH

It might not seem a big deal to Europeans when a Sunday night TV magazine show runs a feature on a promising footballer. But when that country is the United States, where football tends to mean a "bastardized form of rugby" (to quote one of our iJamming! regulars), it is a big deal. When that TV magazine show is the long enduring, highly watched, extraordinarily influential CBS mainstay 60 Minutes, it's an even bigger deal. (To give an idea of 60 Minutes' importance, for overseas readers who don't know it, it's the show used by both former Treasure Secretary Paul O'Neill and former 'counterrorism czar' Richard A. Clarke to launch their controversial new anti-Bush books, and the medium by which, this past Sunday, National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice challenged Clarke's claims.) When the footballer is 14-year old Freddie Adu, about to become the youngest American major league sportsman in 117 years, it's something of a sensation.

The USA's Pele? Freddie Adu scoring goals...

...And playing the game on David Letterman

But then Adu's story is the stuff of which media dreams are born. He was born in Ghana, where he played barefoot amidst broken bottles until his mother got a US Visa in a Lottery in 1998 and brought the family to the States...After which Freddie's dad soon disappeared. Mum Emilia worked several jobs, night and day, to put food on the table, and yet still had the savvy to turn down an Italian team's $750,000 signing offer, so as to keep Freddy in the USA and in school. The move would appear to have paid off; Adu makes his debut in the Major Soccer League's opening games this weekend for DC United, still two months shy of his 15th birthday. His salary, according to 60 Minutes, is a cool $500,000 a year. (You can read the whole transcript from 60 Minutes here. And another feature on Adu here.) He's got a million dollar sponsorship deal with Nike, and his other major sponsor, Pepsi, has paired him up with none other than Pele in his first TV commercial. Talk about high expectations. It's hard to say how Adu can be expected to keep his feet on the ground: he's already bought his first house, though of course it's for him and his mum. And don't you reckon his deadbeat Dad is kicking himself for abandoning the family in search of his own American dream, when it was being lived right there at home?

Such is Adu's automatic appeal that he's being used to almost single-handedly promote the new American season: jump to the MLS home page and you'll see what I mean. ABC is even broadcasting live Adu's opening game this weekend for D.C. against San Jose - the only game they've promised to show live all season. (San Jose's star player is Landon Donovan, who made such a phenomenal showing in the 2002 World Cup, following a more traditional route to American football fame: a season in the German reserves.)

Adu's prodigious talents mean that not only is he playing professionally at an age even Michael Owen could only have dreamed of, but, understandably perhaps, he's dogged by persistent rumors that he's actually older than 14. One thing's for sure: he's having to fit his professional career in around his homework. A Soccernet.com piece about his impending nationally televised debut notes "Adu has played well as a second-half substitute in exhibition games this week, despite missing most of camp to finish his high school requirements."

Middlesborough win their first trophy in 128 years; the New York Times prints their picture. Does the Zenith Data Systems Cup count as a trophy? If not, Palace are still waiting after 99 years....


It may also seem minor that the New York Times Week In Review section should have a picture of Middlesborough celebrating their League Cup Victory on its back cover, but given that the paper's feature on "chronic losing" could as easily have pictured perennial baseball also-rans the Boston Red Sox, we'll take what bones we can get.

Meanwhile, David Beckham's picture stares at us New Yorkers from his Adidas-sponsored billboards on subway station walls and street corners alike. And though Beckham's Real Madrid are not among the seven European teams coming to America this summer for a brief tournament, there are some major club names all the same: AC Milan, Liverpool, Chelsea, Manchester United, Celtic, Bayern Munich and Roma.

One of those clubs, the best known in the States for sure, is still fighting rumors that it may end up being owned by a Yank: despite his claims that he has 'no current intention' to buy Manchester United, Tampa Bay Buccaneers billionaire owner Malcolm Glazer has yet to say what he does plan to do with his 17% holding in the club.

Make no mistake, Americans have their eyes on the game....


MONDAY MARCH 29

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM

I want to start the week in personal fashion and wish my mother Ruth an extremely happy 70th birthday. My close friends who visit this site will undoubtedly want to join me; over the years, she's become their friend too. It was she who stood on the terraces with me at Selhurst Park in 1971 when I begged to go to my first football match, she who took me and my older brother to the record store when we were wowed by David Bowie on Top of The Pops in 1972, and she who talked her way into seeing Queen at Hammersmith Odeon in December 1975 when I obtained only a single ticket for my first real concert. In all these cases, she understood that childhood fascinations can become lifelong obsessions if properly encouraged.

But because she was a single mother, often working evenings to pay the family bills, there were evident time-and-money constraints as to how far she could indulge my hobbies. I quickly began attending Palace games on my own, home and away. Once I started Jamming!, I also went to gigs on my own and/or spent many a post-school day afternoon on the other side of London, hanging out at Rough Trade and Better Badges and in the studio with The Jam. After some initial late-evening panics and many attempts at rule-setting (there were no such things as cell phones back in the day, and being London, barely a working phone box either), I was given an extraordinarily free reign on the understanding I didn't abuse it and get into trouble with the law. And I didn't.

The current series of The Sopranos has Anthony Jr. left to live alone with his mum Carmela after Tony Soprano walks out. (Daughter Meadow is in college). Last night's episode showed what were meant to be typical teenage issues – abusive behavior from the son in reaction to an overly protective maternal cord from the mother, which culminates in his lying to her when he stays overnight in Manhattan after a rock concert and her throwing him out to live with dad.

We never had any of those problems. (Anyway, we didn't have the last option.) My mum came along to see The Jam several times when Apocalypse opened for them, and when she got a fellowship at Cambridge during my late teens, trusted me to live on my own for a few months. (She's since learned that I hosted parties almost every weekend; I'm proud of the fact it took her so many years to cotton on!). I lived at home longer than most of my friends, largely because our relationship was so easy-going. Not that we saw much of each other – I had such a hectic life during the Jamming! Magazine/Records days that I was rarely in the house, even to sleep. Besides, I more than made up for our relatively close quarters over those years by eventually moving across the ocean and starting a family. You don't think about the physical distance until the issue of grandchildren comes into play.

Saturday May 12, 1990. Crystal Palace are still in the FA Cup Final.

Like Mum, like Son.

I'm not at all embarassed about the face paint. The hair cut, on the other hand....

After finally getting me out of her hair, and for other reasons as well, Ruth took early retirement to enjoy the rest of she was then concerned might prove to be a short life. She went to Russia and Czechoslovakia when they were still behind the Iron Curtain, and in recent years, traveled to Pakistan, China, Iran and no doubt several other 'exotic' countries I can't think of right now. Early retirement turned out to be something of a joke as she found herself more in demand on a freelance basis than she ever did working full time. Even now, having retired and returned to the lovely East Yorkshire market town of Beverley where I was born, her schedule puts my own to shame. Apart from singing in choirs, attending lectures, studying French and successfully taking on greedy local real estate developers, she's found herself appointed to the Governing Body of a local prison and providing private teaching lessons. She managed to travel to Paris this last weekend with one of her grandchildren and has, on one occasion, shown up in New York unannounced for a surprise visit. On top of all that, she regularly reads the iJamming! web site, as proven by her winning the Pop Culture Quiz I threw up several weeks ago.

They say you're only as young as you feel, and I'm sure her boundless energy, while it sometimes frightens me, is part of the reason she becomes a septuagenarian today with such buoyancy in her step. I know all my friends who know her will join me in wishing Ruth great happiness on such a major occasion. Here's trusting I'll be writing a similar tribute in another ten years.

2004 MUSINGS
MAR 22-28: Singapore Sling live, Kerry on a Snowboard, Pricks on Clits, Eddie Izzard, Who's Two
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,

2003 MUSINGS:
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
2002 MUSINGS ARE LISTED HERE:


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