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I'm gone, doing what I'm meant to be doing, writing... I mean, for a living. May post, may not. Left you with plenty in the mean time. Check out the April Hitlist if you haven't already. I've also bumped up the type size; it was worrying me that witha lack of pictures and a number of newspaper references, it might all be getting hard on your eyes. But now it strikes me that the XL-type treats you like 5-year olds or 75-year olds. Drop a comment in The Pub or write me personally to let me know if you like the new size or prefer the old... Have a good week.



My thanks to Sheffield Jamie for again sending me a bumper package of British press cuttings. For all that I regularly scour the old country's online papers for the headlines, I rarely find myself digging deep enough to unravel the pieces Jamie sends me way. Especially something as time-consuming as the seven-page Observer magazine investigation into Leeds United's financial collapse – which mysteriously manages to avoid mentioning Terry Venables' name entirely! (The editors must have felt similarly aggrieved and made up for the omission with several photographs of the dodgy car salesman and well-known club killer… While the report lays the blame for Leeds' financial crisis fair and square on the board's high-risk debt policy, you can always rely on Venables to put the final nail in the coffin.)


The articles on British-American relations always make for interesting reading - such as the prognosis by David Marquand entitled "The British-US Axis no longer makes any sense," published in The Guardian (of course). Marquand states…

"Much more frightening than the threat of international terrorism is the spectre of a divided and politically incoherent Europe, incapable of safeguarding the interests of her people in a world dominated by the US, China and India."

His words were published just three weeks before the terrorist attacks on Madrid. Do the victims' families share his beliefs, I wonder?


Such essays are too easy to tear apart. I'm most interested in well-informed pieces about the shifting demographics and changing cultural values of the British themselves. And there have been a slew of such articles since the 2001 Census results were made available.

Certainly, there's been much discussion about gay demographics. (In the Census, gays were asked to identify themselves for the first time.) Turns out that the cities with the highest percentage of gays in Britain are – and no prizes for guessing these answers – Brighton, London and Manchester, in that order. It may or may not be coincidence, but those just happen to be my three favourite British cities.

Of course, it's well known that statistics can be used to bolster just about any argument, and two articles, both published in the Observer though several weeks apart, used the Census data to draw vastly differing conclusions.

Old Boy historian Anthony Sampson noted of the census,

"London's population of 7.1 million included only 4.3 million white British. [He then details the ethnic make-up]…The streets and buses are loud with exotic languages, full of Muslim veils and beards and African robes. The high street has restaurants from 30 countries, including Iraq, Iran and Sudan.

All this would have been unthinkable to the imperial Englishmen of 40 years ago - it would have represented the defeat of all they stood for. Was it a defeat or a victory? For many today, including myself, it represents a triumph of adaptability and survival, a reversion to the much older English qualities of pragmatism and tolerance. The English have escaped from the stifling post-imperial malaise to provide a political and economic system which is both continuous and dynamic, attracting capital and enterprise from all over the world. At the same time they can draw in hundreds of thousands of immigrants, most from peoples who have been subjects of the empire, who now provide much of the indispensable workforce and contribute to London's unparalleled prosperity."

Sampson is so impressed by both these figures and his own impressions that he boldly states,

"The capital has become the most cosmopolitan city in the world."

A strong claim indeed to one who lives in New York.

But the same Census showed that while Britain is more ethnically diverse, it's also more segregated than ever. Nick Cohen (in his column of February 15) uses Census data analysed by geographers at Leeds University to note that the British are living in increased cultural isolation - not only in terms of class, but in terms of age, in terms of employment (professional vs. menial) and in terms of marital status. And that while this 'Balkanisation of Britain', as Cohen puts it, began under Thatcher (before, indeed, the Balkans began their own current round of Balkanisation), it's only strengthened under New Labour. Of the capital city, Cohen sees not Sampson's strength in diversity but

"a foreign country, independent of the rest of Britain."

This might seem a great thing for the young single professionals who live and thrive in the metropolis, much as New Yorkers love living on a separate island from the rest of the USA, but Cohen points out that with London as the nation's media capital, such ideological isolation inspires inaccurate reporting on British society as a whole. (Cohen being an exception to his rule, of course.) Boiling one of my own theories down to statistical logic, he writes:

"When conservatives [or far-off observers, I would like to add] complain about the undoubted liberal bias of the BBC, they assume some kind of socialist plot when it is geography not ideology driving attitudes. A young middle-class BBC type in London is unlikely to meet anyone socially who is, say, against abortion or pro-war. Because they don't confront opposing ideas, they can't put themselves into the minds of people outside their consensus and ask questions from another point of view."

[One could fairly say the same of New York, and many 'conservatives' across America make a habit of doing just that.]

THIS GUITAR KILLS FASCISTS (or at least it should)

One frightening statistic which would appear to prove Cohen's pessimism over Sampson's optimism comes from an Independent piece about the new Love Music Hate Racism collective: that "the British National Party are polling 17% in Council Elections." They what? And that figure doesn’t appear to be confined merely to the communities where these racists field their candidates: another cutting notes how in "one recent poll...16% of respondents said they would consider voting BNP." That's serious. Really f-ing serious. Britain's multi-culturalism stands for absolutely nothing if almost a fifth of the country can consider voting for barely-disguised Nazis. (The BNP now has 18 council seats, following a victory at Thurrock, Essex in September last year.) When I see statistics and figures like this, it reminds me why I don't live in Britain anymore. Have we learned nothing about fascism over the last 100 years?


Such is the controversy over Britain's ethic make-up that – and this report is right up-to-date, thanks to my own online scrutinizing,

"Trevor Phillips, chairman of the Commission for Racial Equality, has called for an end to multiculturalism in Britain. Separateness is over, he said last week. It is time to rediscover the nation's belief in 'core British values' and integrate under an umbrella marked with the colours of the Union flag."

Musician Nittin Sawhney is offended by the comments.

"Multiculturalism simply implies a number of different cultures co-existing under a common umbrella (including every example from 1950s South Africa to contemporary London). There is nothing in the phrase that implies either separateness or homogeneity."

I'm with Sawnhey. I always think of multi-culturalism as an involvement in many cultures, not an isolated stance on individual ones. And I always think it can only be for the overall good.


Radio 1 indie icon Steve Lamacq sees British music culture under threat not from ethnic diversity (which, after all, is not his musical strength), but from its strongest ally. Last month, he asserted in the Guardian that Britain has allowed itself to become a cheap and credible testing ground for new American talent, and that it's necessary to turn the tables for British music to thrive.

"This year promises to boast as many homegrown new acts as the giddy days of Britpop. The struggle for the UK industry will be to grasp this American goodwill and use it in the States. Otherwise we might as well hold our new Britpack Revolution (as the NME describes it) in a marquee on the village green."


That's a more astute assessment of current musical trends than the one Alex Petridis penned under the desperate headline 'Roll Over Britpop…It's The Rebirth of Art Rock." It may have been a slow day at the music desk, or The Guardian's pop music critic may genuinely believe that Art Rock is the new Britpop. But if so, he needs to do better than to write 1300 words and cite only the same two acts over and over again - Franz Ferdinand and Scissor Sisters - while quoting at length only one industry insider – the A&R man who claims, by coincidence, to have signed Scissor Sisters in the UK. I know the British press is rapacious when it comes to starting new trends, but don't we usually need three acts to constitute a musical movement?

And shouldn't they at least come from the same continent? Franz Ferdinand are Scottish. Scissor Sisters are American. It's hard to believe they're drawing their apparent 'art-rock' from the same creative well and for the same reasons. Besides, the enjoyably quirky Scissor Sisters scored their British hit with a two-year old cover of a Pink Floyd song sounding very much like the Bee Gees. That doesn't make them figureheads for any movement. Not even if, as Petridis reminds us, the hilariously entertaining vocalist Jason Sellars did formerly perform in New York as "Jason The Amazing Back-Alley Late-Term Abortion." New Yorkers don't call that kind of thing art-rock. They call it drag, and it's been around a lot longer than the Velvet Underground...


...Which is why, last Friday night, Posie and myself found ourselves watching the venerable Lady Bunny, he/she who founded the much-missed Labor Day party Wigstock, on stage at the Motherfucker party. Held at different venues around town whenever there's a major holiday on the horizon (this one at Centrofly), MF successfully unites what's left of the old school club kids and the new wave of downtown New York denizens. This means Lady Bunny offering unprintable ripostes about midgets and tampons and fags and farting; inveterate club promoter and DJ Michael T playing Generation X, Gary Glitter, Little Richard and Motley Crüe (in that order!); Time Out cover star, Tiswas co-promoter and up-to-date DJ Justine D. spinning The Rapture, Hot Hot Heat and Franz Ferdinand; and NY Happenings list host, former Transmission party promoter and all-round good guy Dan Selzer spinning Donna Summer, Art Of Noise, Human League and all manner of obscure electro and relatively cheesy early 80s Danceteria-style Latin-tinged hip-house-pop. Sure, it's a little more white than some of us might prefer our dance grooves, and may not quite qualify as multi-culturalism, but it’s healthily inclusive and diverse for all that.

And the trend seems to be catching. Posie and I stopped in for a drink at a neighborhood bar en route to Centrofly. There the DJ segued from The Streets to Royksopp via… Roy Orbison. We can file it under whatever cultural category we want but good music remains good music, above anything else.



"Vinyl albums, books and magazines were the Quarantine's main coin of trade, in that order. Some places didn't even accept payment in magazines, mostly because it was difficult to preserve them. Naturally, a good find like a stash of AA batteries could go a long way in a place like Rusher (might even last you a month), but mostly it was albums that were used in trade. Scratched 45 singles of long-since forgotten dance tracks were fairly worthless and could be used for making change. A good condition copy of Physical Graffiti, on the other hand, could keep you in fresh food for a week. With a shrink-wrapped copy of the Velvet Underground's first album, you could practically buy the

The above is a particularly prosaic excerpt from Norman Coady's novel The Decline & Fall of All Y'All, set in a Manhattan of the not-too-distant future. As you might be able to surmise from this excerpt, the economic system has collapsed, and as you might also assume if you've watched enough movies, Martial Law has been declared, good citizens have been forcibly repatriated to New Jersey, and Manhattan has been deserted by all but the hardiest of downtown types, who now live under Quarantine. Coady's narrator is Conrad McGowan, one of ten downtown 'Governors', who abuses his position a little too freely for his ow good. (Coady also writes his real self into the story for the fun of it.) The Decline... is a rollicking read, which Coady is publishing in four parts; the first two are available as pdfs online, and for free. The only way I can see to reward Coady for his enterprise and literary skills is to buy his band Motorsoft's soundtrack, for which you'll also receive The Decine Part 1 in printed form. I prefer imagining my own music. (You can print out the pdfs without problem and read them on the underground while grooving to your iPod or Walkman.) Here's hoping the book is properly published in due course. It’s as good a New York novel as many.

Talking of futuristic New York fantasies and politicians who abuse their positions, I'm getting increasingly mad at Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz, our supposed 'Man Of The People,' whose relentless cheerleading for the Brooklyn Nets arena and its associated buildings serves as little more than free PR for real estate developer and would-be sports mogul Bruce Ratner. Try the following hyperbole, from the Brooklyn!! (sic) newspaper, which came through our door the other day and which was most certainly funded by local taxpayers:

"A new day is upon the greatest city in America, and a new future lies before us….A beautiful new arena for the Nets NBA team, which real-estate developer Bruce Ratner purchased in January, is coming to the area known as the Atlantic Rail Yards…Designed by internationally renowned architect Frank Gehry, the building will become a landmark destination for visitors to Brooklyn and an architectural icon for all of us to treasure."

If something sounds too good to be true, that's usually because it is. Does Markowitz make mention of the families and businesses that will be forcibly displaced under the city's gross misuse of Eminent Domain? (Read my first long report on the Nets Arena here.) Well, he pays lips service to it, though you'd have to live in the neighborhood and be aware of the facts to read between the following lines.

"Many residents have asked how this project will affect their neighborhood," the piece continues in a comically sublime piece of understatement. "Borough President Marty Markowitz [that's him, folks] is working to create a public community-input process, so that the issues raised by area residents and businesses will be addressed by the developer, Forest City Ratner, and by the City."

In other words, says Markowitz via his printing mouthpiece Brooklyn!!, don't worry about evictions, traffic nightmares and new skyscrapers in a city no longer comfortable with the notion of working several hundred feet up in the air. Markowitz, or his ghost writer, assures us,

"It's all worth it, because the arena will also be a place for local high-school and college athletes to perform at the highest level in grand style."

Not to interrupt, but this is a vacuous promise: if history is any precedent, the only high-school and college athletes who'll 'perform' at the Brooklyn Arena will be the exact same future NBA 'performers' who already entertain the masses when their games are played at Madison Square Garden.

But of course, there's more...

"We'll soon have our own place here in Brooklyn to hold national events including circuses, concerts, kennel shows, conventions and trade shows. The facility will also be able to accommodate community events, such as graduations or even Hasidic weddings!"

Circuses? Should we laugh or cry? For one thing, New York City is a constant circus; for another, both the animal-baiting kind of circus and Cirque du Soleil come to public parks, including Brooklyn's own Prospect Park, all the time. Concerts? Sure, the prospect of Nets co-investor Jay-Z playing on home turf, so to speak, is part of the bait for the local 'urban' community. But kennel shows? Are we seriously meant to roll over and play dead, allowing a renowned real estate shark to spend public money on private property, for the lure of kennel shows? Or should we accept Ratner's proposal of metropolitan marriage because the convention center can also be used for Hasidic Weddings! (Don't forget the exclamation mark!) Let's assume Markowitz published this with a straight face. (A large leap of faith, I know.) Well, Brooklyn does indeed have a substantial Orthodox Jewish population, just as it does the city's largest African-American population and the largest Muslim population too. But the idea that the Hasidics of Borough Park and Crown Heights will flock to a convention center at the traffic-congested intersection of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues to host weddings, when they've been celebrating them perfectly well in their own synagogues, restaurants and public spaces for a couple of hundred years, so boggles belief that I can only figure President Markowitz is smoking crack. Or else he's on another kind of high - called a Power Trip.

Fortunately, there are other free papers in the city that don't use taxpayer money to try and sell us the Brooklyn Bridge…I mean kennel shows. (And which, unlike Brooklyn!!, archive their reports.) Last week's Village Voice ran a piece about how real estate really works: while dozens of property owners will be forced out of their homes and businesses for Ratner's private gain, the wealthy new investors in Newswalk, high-flying condos retailing for six-figues in a former Daily News building, are to be spared eviction under the dreaded Eminent Domain legal loophole. Quel surprise.

"Ratner spokesman Joe DePlasco said that since Newswalk was already residential, it fit into the arena plan, which includes residential space. Of course, many of the buildings slated to be razed are also residential. According to surveys taken by opponents, Ratner's plan will displace about 350 people, along with a homeless shelter that has room for 400. Another 33 businesses with 235 employees will also have to move."

[Even Ratner himself takes a more honest approach to the facts than Markowitz. The Forest Ratner web site runs an AP story on the Nets purchase, and I quote:

Ratner's proposed Brooklyn Arena and Brooklyn Atlantic Yards would combine residential, retail and commercial space totaling 7.7 million square feet. The entire development is expected to take 10 years.

Under the plan, work on the arena would begin next year and finish in time for the 2006 NBA season. The arena would seat 19,000 for basketball, and include 4,500 units of residential housing and 2.1 million square feet of commercial office space.

Some Brooklyn residents have charged that the project would displace close to 1,000 people.

Brooklyn Papers has taken a responsibly investigative stance on the whole project, archiving its articles under the header 'More Than Nets'. Spend some time here and you'll see how much more there is to this pie-in-the-sky fantasy than the 'simple' addition to the Borough of a pro sports team and new arena.

Finally, hats off to the New York Press, whose Dan Neel ran an excellent piece on the project back in February. Last week the paper included Bruce Ratner in its recent annual assembly of the 50 MOST LOATHSOME NEW YORKERS, albeit only at #49. (Former Mayor Giuliani holds on to the Number One spot.)

"YEAH, IT WOULD be nice to have a pro team back in Brooklyn. It would also be nice if wings sprouted from our shoulders and we could fly like pixies. Wannabe Batman villain Bruce Ratner pays no heed to the heinous traffic mess a new arena would create for Flatbush and Atlantic Aves. He speaks nothing of the people forced out of their homes, nor of the enormous amount of public dough needed to fund his private enterprise, nor of the dozens of buildings being condemned at ludicrously undervalued prices—even as his nearby, failed Atlantic Center Mall depends on City Hall back-scratches to pay rent. A true visionary, Ratner can only see his multi-billion-dollar dream extending heavenward. The people of Brooklyn are just diorama props for investor display, pouring soda and serving hot dogs at minimum wage."

On current form, I expect Markowitz to make a strong chart debut next year. I just hope by then he's seen some sense.



Certainly seems to be a good one. The sun is shining, SuicideGirls is running a pictorial of a Goth on a cross (wearing Christmas lights for a crown of thorns, bless their sense of humour), the wife got an unexpected day off work, I've just got back from a couple of days off with the kid, and he's been enjoying his whole week off school. Who wouldn't? Especially when they can rent Daddy Day Care and watch it with their dads? (I'll take that over Mel Gibson's Passion any day of the week, especially over Easter. Unless it's the South Park satire of the snuff movie, which pulled a near-record 4.4 million viewers.)

So, what's been going on since I left you alone? I didn't make it to NASA last weekend, much to the regret of my neurotransmitters but probably to the rest of my body's gratitude. Step On had continued all the way through beyond four am Saturday morning, and it was simply too much for a man of my creaking bones and body parts to stay out that late Saturday night as well. (Besides, a friend threw an impromptu party so a bunch of us could watch The MC5 Documentary (motherfuckers), and, well, you know the score: by the time it's one in the morning and you're only a short walk from your home, getting up the energy to go into town is a lot harder than it seemed a few hours earlier.) I'm sure NASA Rewind was magic. Then again, as I tend to say often when talking about reformed bands, if you were fortunate enough to experience it first time round (as I did many an occasion with NASA), there's no real need to jump on the revival.

I'm being a little facetious about my creaking bones. I've been doing more physical activity this last few years than I ever did as a hard-smoking, hard-drinking Londoner. I've got a whole different mentality knowing a full year ahead than I'm running the New York Marathon this November rather than waiting for the lottery in summer or later. And our football team got back into its winning ways Monday night. This may well be because we insisted on relegation from the top division to the intermediate one where we can better hold our own. But that said, it was a sterling performance from a short-handed team.

Curiously absent from the squad were our two Arsenal fans and one Chelsea fan. English football nutters will know that that may have been for the best. Anyway, one of those Arsenal fans, and usually something of a Pub regular, was back in London attending what he assumed would be various late-season triumphs. Having witnessed Arsenal getting knocked out of two Cups in five days (The FA Cup by Man Utd and the European Champions League by Chelsea), I only hope he got to watch The Gunners beat Liverpool 4-2 today and go yet closer to a previously unimaginable undefeated league season; that or he can nominate himself as Arsenal's official jinx.

For those of us Palace fans who hate Manchester United for daring to beat us in The FA Cup Final of 1990 but hate our south London rivals even more, this year's end-of-English season finale presents us with the worst of both worlds. Though I'm a peaceful person who tries not to hold a grudge, and though some of my best friends are fans of the following team, I can not wish Millwall any success whatsoever, most especially not in the same competition and against the same opponents as Palace so desperately fell, at the final hurdle, all those years ago. So, come May 22, the day of this year's Cup Final, I will be, just for a day, a passionate Manchester United fan. After all, what is it they say about the enemy of my enemy?

They say many things in times of war, and veteran columnist George Will carefully dissects some of the more prescient comments in his Newsweek column. Well worth reading, whatever your thoughts are about America taking military action without UN approval.

Drove downstate yesterday listening to Condoleezza Rice's testimony to the 9/11 Commission throughout. Whole different ball game than watching the "highlights" later. You don't get body language on the radio. You don't get facial expressions. And you don't see relatives of the 9/11 victims shaking their heads in disgust. (Interesting aside: both our local 24-hour news channel, NY1, and the global BBC World News, chose the exact same clips from out of the whole three hours.) There were no real surprises in her testimony, and therefore no real answers. I'm not someone who takes a typically British Parliamentary view that someone has to resign every time anything goes wrong in the governing party. But what the absolute refusal of anyone within the Bush cabinet to take any kind of responsibility whatsoever for the intelligence failures leading to 9/11, while it may once have been intended to present an attitude of strong conviction and forward purpose, is going to prove a massive vote-loser come November. Believe me.

I've always been fascinated by the machinations of the music business, but there are other people who spend more time following it and analyzing it. On a daily basis, I follow Coolfer. And whenever Douglas Wolk's name shows up at the Village Voice, I slavishly read his every word. This week he ponders why "Arista Records folded—the same week that Usher's Confessions, released on Arista, sold 1.1 million copies, the biggest first-week sales of an R&B album ever." Good question, isn't it? We're helpless onlookers when it comes to the power trips in the higher echelons of the industry. But at the footsoldier level, we have more opportunity involvement. Wolk opens his piece talking about the currently hot peer-to-peer MP3, "Shame 69's "No Business," a parody of LCD Soundsystem's "Losing My Edge." I should have heard it come Monday.

MAR 29-APRIL 5: The Rapture/BRMC/Stellastarr* live, The Chinese Beatles, Freddie Adu
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,

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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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

The biggest night out that you'll ever have in." Jockey Slut
"Hedonism will have you gripped from start to finish, guaranteed." International DJ

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

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