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Amy Sohn: It only looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

I had great fun last night reading at Barbes with Ned Vizzini and Amy Sohn. My own choice of chapter from Hedonism proved remarkably tame compared to Amy's hilarious readings, firstly from a Playboy article in which she swapped with someone in LA to date in the opposite city (and went all the way); and then, from her period as a New York Press sex columnist, her advice to a frustrated male on cunnilingus tactics and her recommendations to another reader about how to cope with his unfeasibly big balls. Sohn's screeds were rendered all the funnier by her remarkably straight-faced delivery.

Here's a useful life lesson: Never leave a box of your own second-hand records for safekeeping in a second-hand record store. This is, of course, now that I type it out, somewhat obvious. But it wasn't on Sunday evening, when the 5th Avenue Street Fair finally wound down and I was invited to leave my new stoop sale acquisitions for collection at Somethin' Else another day, and I was far too tired to think otherwise. (And was traveling by foot.) So I went in yesterday to collect them en route to the reading, only to have the following dryly hilarious encounter that should definitely be in any Hi-Fidelity sequel. It opens with what appears to be a curve ball from myself.

Me: "Hey, just came in for my box of records."
Him, looking round store full of boxes of records. "Hey. Which box of records?"
Me, looking for and finally seeing distinctly crappy cardboard box. "Um, that box. Except it had more records in it when I left it here."
Him: "That box? That was yours? I thought it was ours! I've just spent all day filing them away."

Fortunately, being that Somethin' Else is the kind of record store that only employs record nerds, our friend knew exactly where he had placed everything, and I was only about 15 minutes late to my reading. The bigger embarrassment was at my end, trying to remember what was in the box and wondering why I was actually asking for them. Sonny and Cher. Barbara Streisand. Jimmy Rosselli. Johnny Mathis. Oh yeah, but also Sly and the Family Stone and Richard Pryor. And Donna Summer. And a '1979 Disco Medley' that may just have something worth hearing on it. Within the space of about ten minutes, we'd assembled a cardboard box full of old vinyl that looked suspiciously bigger than the one I had originally left there. Looks like I may have saved our friend a trip to the dumpster!

Last week, Christopher Brodeur in the New York Press published some questions for Rudy Giuliani on the occasion of the 9/11 Commission's New York visit on May 18 and 19. They leaned toward the accusatory but as a former prosecutor, Giuliani should have had no problem with that and as someone who routinely speaks his mind, may have allayed some of his former constituents' concerns in the process. Sadly, Giuliani's two hours in front of the Commission this morning were an entirely wasted opportuntiy. The former Mayor, whose bravery and leadership on and after 9/11 shouldn't give him a free pass from answering difficult questions as to why so many people still died that day – including over 300 firemen - was treated to any number of sycophantic platitudes and, with few exceptions, such softballs as hardly qualified for questions.

The session ended with one of the Commission members asking Giuliani to confirm that the fire department saved "over 99.5%" of those who could have been saved, an appalling use of statistics. (It doesn't, for just one example that comes straight to mind, explain the deaths of those who stayed behind in the South Tower – and died - after an announcement was made throughout the building telling them not to evacuate.) Giuliani was too smart to agree with that claim, preferring to cite individual examples of bravery – at which accusations and catcalls and random questions were shouted out from frustrated audience members, many of whom lost loved ones in the attacks of that day. I don't agree with the pony-tailed man who repeatedly shouted "your government trained and funded Al-Qaeda" – that's as convenient a rewriting of history as suggesting that somehow, only 0.5% of those who could have died on 9/11 did die and that somehow that makes it a victory - but I still think almost anyone in the audience could have asked more penetrating questions than those that came from the Committee itself. I will, however, despite my mixed feelings towards the former Mayor, allow him these words in closing. It's vital we remember them:

"Our enemy is not each other, but the terrorists who attacked us.

Postings may be sparse for the rest of the week. Enjoy what you have here. I'd really like a few more people to respond to the Pub question "Regulars, how did you all discover this site?" It makes for interesting reading. And keep telling us about what music, football, books, and other culture has been turning you on.



I'll let The Guardian's Michael Walker have the opening words:

"Nerve-shredding and unfair they may be, but the play-offs are brilliant. A night of marvelous drama on Wearside saw Crystal Palace stage one of the great comebacks to go through to the final in Cardiff on Saturday week."

The south Londoners merit their final place. What a rise for both the club and the manager Iain Dowie. When he took over in December Palace were 19th. Now they are one game from the Premiership."

And I'm feeling... yes I'm...

For those who know what the hell we're talking about here, that's only the half of it. CRYSTAL PALACE went to Sunderland with a 3-2 lead for the second leg of their play-off game, supposedly nearly scored twice during the first five minutes (I was still making my way to the bar), then let in two goals at the very end of the first half, to drop to a 4-3 aggregate. Despite playing attractive passing football throughout, they couldn't get the ball on target, and when Julian Gray was sent off five minutes from time, we appeared doomed for another season in the 1st Division. But a team that has scored more goals in the last five minutes of the match this season than during any other 5-minute period, once again found that little extra in reserve, and substitute Darren Powell headed in the 90th minute. For once, there's a player who doesn't have to say "That was the most important goal I scored all season." It was the only goal he scored all season - and just happens to have been more important than any of the 32 goals Andy Johnson has scored to help take us so far.

Thirty minutes of extra time remained scoreless – a victory in itself for Palace considering they were one player down– which led to the inevitably unfair but, by now, widely accepted, penalties. Sunderland hit the post with their first, scored their next four. Palace scored their first four, which meant they only had to score the fifth to go through; it was saved. 4-4 on penalties, down to sudden death. Sunderland have one saved, Palace have one saved. Then the decisive moment: Sunderland's Jeff Whitley tries to dummy the Palace goalkeeper Vaesen and fails miserably. In that moment of poorly executed bravado, we all sensed that Sunderland had blown it. Up steps Palace's Michael Hughes to score decisively. Palace win, almost two and a half hours after the game began, 5-4 on penalties.

I watched the game at the best football bar in Manhattan, Nevada Smith's, where an equal number of Sunderland and Palace fans turned the dark environment into something approximating a mini-stadium. The Sunderland fans were in better voice, I'll give them that, though I think the fact that they averaged about 9 pints (and 20 stone) each may have had something to do with it. (How do people drink so much on a Monday lunchtime?) Us Palace fans – many of whom only see each other every few years when the team makes it into a televised game – were probably nursing our memories of going to Liverpool with a similar one-goal advantage in the League Cup Semi-Final many years ago and being trounced 5-0 in the second leg. We knew we'd be up against it and we were. I think we were every bit as shocked by the last-minute comeback goal as the Sunderaland fans. Some of the chants got a bit abusive ("You're just a small team in Millwall" was well below the belt) but when it came to penalties, there was much hand-shaking and genuine wishes of "good luck." And when it was all over, I left the Sunderland fans to cry into their beers and pretty much ran across town to make it to my own team's match, arriving 15 minutes late but still having time to take part and score in our important 8-4 victory against the League Leaders. Looks like we'll get into our own play-offs at this rate and just like Palace, should we go up, we'll no doubt be put in our place by the big boys. But let's worry about that when we come to it. We deserve to be back in the big league.

The day was rendered something less than complete when I was informed that, because of Manchester United's second-place spot in the Premiership, which qualifies them for the Champions League, Millwall will be in Europe next year even if they're trounced 10-0 by the Mancs on Saturday in the FA Cup Final. (As I fully hope they are!) It was Palace's misfortune to have its best ever seasons during the ban on Liverpool following the Heysel tragedy. When Manchester United beat us in the The FA Cup Final of 1990, there were no other European places going begging. When we then finished third in the League the next year (something few people seem to remember any more) we should, by rights, have qualified for Europe but the bastards in power at UEFA decided to lift the ban on second-place Liverpool instead and let them back in to European competition several seasons early. Clearly, despite the risks of another Heysel, they preferred glamorous Liverpool in televised competition than outsiders Palace. We were relegated two seasons later and have struggled to prove ourselves real Premiership contenders ever since. But that's the way of the game, isn't it?


Music? Lots of it. Got The Streets album A Grand Don't Come For Free end of last week... I found it a little repetitive until the final track, at which point I realized I'd been listening to a concept album. Now have to find time to go back through it again; I want to love it as much as the debut though clearly you can't come back with the same sound and expect it to be revolutionary all over again. When playing 'Fit But You Know It' to a strongresponse at Tiswas on Saturday, host DJ Nick Marc remarked that it's probably the next 'Boys And Girls,' the Blur anthem that's a mainstay on American dance-floors till this day. I think that's highly possible. Meantime, I'm listening while typing to Secret Machines' highly impressive eponymous debut on Reprise.

And over the course of the weekend, I dug up some old James albums. Seven was one of the all-time classics and I challenge any one here to differ. Not just musically – 'Born Of Frustration,' 'Ring The Bells' and 'Sound' were all great singles – and not just soulfully, Tim Booth in the finest voice of his life, but lyrically too. "Get a license for that grin or we'll lock you away" ('Bring A Gun'), a line I always thought referred to the rave culture. The self-explanatory and marvelously evocative "Yes we all want to be your next lover" ('Next Lover'), and the particularly pertinent "These wars, motherfucker, how many sons will we kill today?" ('Mother'). And the following verse is pure poetry, the kind of which Morrissey would kill for if he hadn't been such a fan of James: "I don't believe Jesus was a human being, I've never met a prophet whose sheets were clean, Only in a film could you be so cool, But only in life can fathers be so cruel."

The album prior to Seven, Gold Mother, had more than its share of moments, especially with the breakthrough singles 'How Was It For You' and 'Come Home' (and when 'Sit Down' became a Madchester anthem, the album was re-released in the States and renamed James and with 'Sit Down' as lead track), and the subsequent Laid was the long-deserved big-seller. (I played the title track on Saturday and for all its casual commerciality, I still consider no small achievement that they achieved such widespread airplay, especially in the States, with blatantly sexual lines like "She only comes when she's on top.") If you own a copy of Seven, play it again. You'll see what I mean: It still sounds brilliant. in fact, I've got it on now, just to get those lyrical quotes right and if you'll forgive me for being all tired and emotional, it's the kind of album that explains why I've spent my life immersed in music. And football. Understand the world we're living in....


A quick observation on nature: our cat is a marked animal. He caught a bird in the back garden last week which is, of course, what cats do, though as someone who opted out of the food chain, I'm never particularly happy for him. Neither, it seems, are the dead bird's mates (this was no fledgling he assassinated but a full-grown adult); they're loudly signaling his whereabouts at all times from vantage points like clothes lines and phone wires. I think they're only acting as a warning to the rest of the flock to avoid the savage killer though there are moments – and I think our cat is aware of this – when they seem so pissed off they look like they're ready to attack him, Hitchcock style. No wonder he's off his food. Has he learned his lesson? Surely not. He is a cat, after all.

Got that reading at Barbes tonight. If you live in the neighborhood, I would love to see you. It's a great line-up, it's free and it will be over by 8.30pm.



Another incredibly long New York City weekend, and thanks to the tropical weather – temperatures pushing the high 80s, night-time lightning displays across the sky – another memorable one.

I made sure to check out the bands at Tiswas on Saturday before doing my DJ stint. It was the first time the night has opened up to over-18s (as opposed to over-21s, the drinking age in the States); that was surely connected to the band Surefire, apparently still in their late teens themselves. Certainly there were several parents in the audience cheering their offspring along; even so, the band STILL dedicated a song to "all our fans that couldn't make it tonight."

If that seems rather a prodigious statement for an unsigned, essentially unknown group, it should be stated that Surefire have almost as much casual confidence as they do talent. At their web site, they drop references to Bob Dylan and Jeff Buckley, and front man Ben Stapelman does have a delicate voice mildly akin to the latter. Personally, I found their relatively light but skilled rock more akin to the 70s Californian rock sound of The Eagles and co. As for the three-part harmonies, I imagine The Lovin' Spoonful would have been impressed. As the set progressed, the band thankfully hardened up, finishing off with a couple of numbers - one of them called 'Save Yourself' – that suggested their balls may yet drop.

While watching them finally let loose withit, I found myself remarking to someone that most young bands start out loud and primitive and then mellow as they grow older, whereas Surefire appear to have launched their career from the opposite direction. It was also ironic that Tiswas should go down to 18+ for the first time and instead find a bunch of parents in the audience. One thing about Surefire, though: I do remember being in a band aged 18 myself and not having the money for one Gibson guitar, let alone two – plus a double keyboard set-up - as Surefire's Nick Panken can claim. Similarly, Jacob Sloan's excellent bass runs were certainly aided by the quality of his instrument, a gleaming Rickenbacker that would have done Bruce Foxton proud – and drummer/backing vocalist Justin Aaronson was also not lacking for a quality equipment. I imagine either they've gotten themselves good summer jobs along the way, or they're not quite as young as I was led to believe. Or that their families are extremely supportive. That's not a jibe, just an observation. Any which way, and despite being just a little too soft at heart to get my juices flowing, Surefire are a name that's bound to keep cropping up in coming months.

The Go Station play a more traditional rock, charismatic singer Doug Levy pulling off a most impressive Ian Brown/Liam Gallagher stance. I particularly enjoyed their singalong cover of New Order's 'True Faith.' (See how this stuff works: at mid-day Saturday I post about Joy Division covers; by midnight I'm watching a band cover what was, more or less – well, less - Joy Division.) 'Wandering Away', which you can hear live on their web site, is a good indication of the Go Stations's own songwriting.

SUREFIRE: Prodigious

THE GO STATION: Keeping the (True) Faith

Had fun dropping tunes over a couple of DJ sets between 1 and 3.30 am. (I'm too old for this! No, I'm not!) Particularly pleased to work in the !!! 'Intensifieder'/LCD Soundsystem 'Yeah' mix that I bottled out of last time at Tiswas – all the more so as a bunch of people sought me out later to comment on it. Elsewhere, I played a number of predictable tunes (you gotta give that Tiswas crowd their hits), and a couple more new ones. Radio 4's 'Party Crashers' mixes perfectly coming out of Happy Monday's '24 Hour Party People.' (And they have word play!) The Mooney Suzuki's 'New York Girls' would have rocked the house but my advance copy won't play on anything but my home stereo. It's crashed my computer when I've tried to play it on what is, more and more, my medium of choice, won't play in the car and came up with 'disk error' on the spanking brand new dual CD deck at Don Hill's. I understand the need to protect copyright (actually, what I really understand is the need to limit trading of music still months from release) but it would be nice to actually play these bloody advance CDs now and then. Anyway… A handful of 60s cuts included one of the all-time feel good anthems 'Sha-La-La-Lee' by The Small Faces, along with 'Heart On A String' by Candi Staton from that superb compilation recently released through Honest Jon's. The song went down superbly, even though most people surely had no idea whom it was....

Then again… hanging around outside Somethin' Else/Moda Café for most of yesterday's 5th Avenue Street Fair, I saw a couple of those Candi Staton CDs on sale and learned that the store (Somethin' Else) can hardly keep it in stock. Always good to know people want to find good quality old music. On subject of which, heading down a side street to those stores, I passed a stoop sale and decided, for once, to check out the vinyl on offer. Saw Marvin Gaye's What's Going On album (which, to my shame, I didn't yet own) and a very neatly designed sleeve encasing the Superfly soundtrack, along a Vanilla Fudge album that I wanted to check out just cause I've never really heard that New York band. I figured that if the records hadn't sold yet, at 3pm, they probably wouldn't sell at all and planned to come back and haggle a decent price. Wrong. An hour later, only Marvin Gaye of the above three was in the box but still the haggling worked, I think. I walked off with the whole box of albums (including What's Going On, The Godfather soundtrack, Sly & The Family Stone's Greatest Hits and a Tom Jones album) for just $15. Mind you, I got stuck with a couple of Barbara Streisand and Sonny & Cher albums in there too. I'll report back if I ever get round to playing them.

From Somethin' Else's bonanza clear-out, I also came home with The Bongos' 'Hunting' 12" backed by their brilliant cover of Bolan's 'Mambo Sun.' The 1980 EP by this long defunct New Jersey new wave band was in fact released by the Fetish label in the UK; I kind of liked the fact it had made its way back to the States almost 25 years later to be bought by an Englishman – for all of $4.

The street fair, which has grown in recent years as 5th Avenue has itself taken off to become a major destination in and of itself, was a phenomenal success, helped enormously by the beautiful weather. Partly because just about every block on the Avenue now hosts a bar (or three), the alcohol consumption rivaled a British rock festival and while there will be many people dealing today with the combined effects of sunburn and dehydration (thankfully I'm not among them), the mood was jovial and upbeat throughout. I counted at least half-a-dozen band stages, ranging from old-time salsa bands to Limp Bizkit wanna-bes, and just as many DJ set-ups. (This on top of the many arts and crafts stores from the Avenue and elsewhere bringing a higher standard to the Fair than your usual, generic New York Street Fair.)

While I loved that Patio brought its entire Lounge onto the street – sofas set up in a large square around the DJ on the Avenue itself – I spent most of my time around Moda. DJ Amanda played a wonderful lunchtime set of Latin-tinged house, after which Shakewell and Armando from Body Music (second Fridays of the month at The Royale, i.e. the week after Step On) upped the tempo with a good combination of post punk, new funk and classic house. Moda's owner Chris Acosta (former singer with the NY Citizens) showed classic entrepreneurial skill by securing a permit to play music thirty minutes beyond the Fair's 6pm shut-off time – and putting a hip-hop DJ on for that specific half-hour. This meant that as the crowd headed home, thinking it was all over, they instead came across Moda in the middle of the Avenue and, to the sound of 50 Cent and Jay-Z, turned out a real street party for a few minutes. The policeman on duty, shamed once by trying to shut down the party at 6pm, made sure to get his way at 6.30, and when the decks were moved inside but the speakers left outside, went absolutely ballistic on the diminutive Mr. Acosta. It was the nearest I saw to a violent confrontation the whole hot afternoon.

By the time I walked home, Moda was still rockin', albeit inside rather than on the streets. It was much the same up and down the Avenue. Long Tan, the Australian-Thai restaurant of which I've previously enthused, had by now chalked up on its blackboard derogatory comments about the "heinous music from the DJ across the street," referring to food rival Press 195. (I don't know about Press's DJs, but they make bloody good sandwiches.) As one friend remarked late in the afternoon while we soaked up the sounds and the atmosphere, "This is why we live in Brooklyn." And it's true. I really can't think where else I could have enjoyed such a glorious day of multi-cultural entertainment and all-round good vibes.


DJ Amanda plays some funky Latin house beats outside ModaCafe/Somethin' Else

Patio brings its Lounge onto the street for what is, after all, a street party.

Fred Durst wanna-bes rock hard outside Chase Manhattan. How will durst look in 20 years?

Like this? Lubricated Goat (I think) outside The Gate. Moments later, 'Pop' was thanked for stepping in on bass at short notice.

There will always be an England, even in Park Slope. The Chip Shop shows off its delivery vehicle.

They do not get as many miles to the gallon as a pink Mini, but these Classic Cars are a sight more beautiful than their gas-guzzling replacements, the SUVs.

Latin rock band outside PS51.

50 Cent on the decks, party in the street. The cops shut it down a few moments later.

And continuing to accentuate the positive – at a specific time when so many perspectives of America(ns) are (understandably?) negative – today marks a historic occasion. The first fully legal gay marriages in the USA took place this morning in Massachusetts. I'm not enough of a student on gay rights to know what other nations, if any, have led the way on this admittedly contentious issue. And of course, as Bush's pledge to rewrite the Constitution (which I assure you will fail) makes clear, Massachusetts is only 1 of 50 States, not a nation. Nonetheless, it offers an opportunity to celebrate some positive progress. I'll take it.



In my April Hitlist, I raved about Worm Is Green's delicate cover of 'Love Will Tear Us Apart,' noting how their choice of backing track was actually closer to Joy Division's 'Atmosphere.' No surprise, perhaps, that yesterday I found myself listening to a cover of 'Atmosphere' itself by Technova, off his imminent album Electrosexual. It's almost the inverse of the Worm Is Green cover, with a solid 120bpm tempo designed for the dancefloor yet still restrained enough to allow the song its morbid message. (I certainly wouldn't call an album Electrosexual in the year 2004 but, while other tracks like 'My Pussy Is A Cactus' fall into the campy and now trily dated electroclash territory, the 'Atmosphere' cover is reassuringly respectful while suitably different.)

I was thinking what a nice 7" single these two JD cover versions would make but then, checking out Techonova's record label web site, HydrogenDukebox.com, I see they've already done it. 'Atmosphere' made its first appearance – at least in Technova's incarnation – on a split single with A1 People's cover of, yes, 'Love Will Tear Us Apart.' Anyone heard it? The more astute (anorak?) among you may recall, by the way, that Technova first showed up in 1994 with the Tantric Steps album, after which founder David Harrow hooked up with the eminent b as Blood Sugar. I don't pretend that I maintained that info in my head all those years; I just cribbed it from the web site.

There are enough covers of 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' out there to make an album, and maybe someone should think about producing it. (For charity?) I've always preferred the idea of a one-song covers album to the usual Tribute album, which is typically so diverse in its choice of artists – and then those artists' choice of material - that the listener struggles to make sense of it. (I could count the number of essential tribute albums on one hand – if that hand was missing a few fingers.) A dozen versions of the same song might bore some people, but not me: I'm the kind of guy who makes up hour-long tapes of 'Silent Night' and 'The Little Drummer Boy' and sends them out as Christmas presents. Aren't you glad you're not on my Santa list?

Current candidates for 'Love Will Tear Us Apart: The Album' include the above-mentioned obscurities Worm Is Green and A1 People, of course, but also Paul Young, Squarepusher, Bis, and Swans. I've just unearthed live versions on Limewire by The Cure, The Frames and New Order with Billy Corgan on vocals. And allmusic.com lists at least a dozen others. Anyone want to start a thread?

By the way, I appreciated Brendan's thread asking how people discovered this site. I learned from Jamming! the magazine that people hate being asked to fill out demographic forms, so I've been careful not to ask too much of you here, but it's interesting to know what brought you here. I'm proud that iJamming! attracts 50-year old Who fans, 20-year old New York rockers, those few winemakers who obsess about the Style Council as well as, judging by the e-mails, a fair number of my old schoolfriends who will all be turning 'middle-aged' somewhere around now. Speak up!

Got my first airing of new Streets single 'Fit But You Know It' the other night – on Woodstock hippy-jam band station WDST of all places. To say it sounded incongruous while winding my way up a deserted mountain road late at night is an understatement. FOund the album A Grand Don't Come For Free waiting for me on return and it made a little more sense blaring out my Brooklyn stereo – but only barely. Could any record be more English? There's another thread for you.

We're the famous Crystal Palace and we're on our way to Cardiff… doesn't have the same ring to it, does it? What chants have people come up with to replace the old three-syllable'd Wem-ber-lee? (There's another… ah, don't worry.) I had to miss our first televised game in years with car trouble: one of those things. I do however, fully expect to spend part of Monday afternoon locked in a dark bar with the other dozen New York diehard Eagles, hopefully celebrating our taking ourselves one step closer to the Premier. My own footie team plays an hour later, so I'lll either be raring to go or ready to be sub; after winning 5 games in a row, we got an 8-1 thrashing from the bottom team last week, a reminder that football can be a funny old game, Brian…

On which subject, congratulations to Arsenal for going unbeatan for an entire season. I don't care for any other team but my own but that's one hell of an impressive achievement any which way you look at it.

MAY 10-16: Radio 4 live, John Entwistle, Jeff Mills, Wine notes, Joy Division covers
APR 26-MAY 9: Twenty Twos, Morningwood, French Kicks, Ambulance Ltd all live, More Than Nets, Mod, Turning 40
APR 19-25: 5 Boroughs Rock, The Number 3 Bus, Orbital split, MC5 reform
APR 6-19: British Press Cuttings, More Than Nets, Art Rockers and Brit Packers
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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