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What's new in iJamming!...
Mon, Feb 3, 2003
The Best Of 2001
Tony Fletcher's Top Albums, Songs, Concerts, and Books
MUSING on The Manhattan 'Edge':
Will the Island Ever Again Be A 'Cultural Ground Zero?'
A Thanksgiving toast to iJamming! surfers near and afar (American or not)
MUSING ON A SEPTEMBER MOURNING
PART1:
My immediate reaction to September 11
PART 2: Messages from friends & family overseas
PART 3: Observations & quotes from others.
PART 4: LINKS
PART 5: COPING - 2 weeks later
The iJamming! interview:
CARL COX
"'Acid Trax' by Phuture came out and I was just 'Okay, forget all hip hop and all old school rare groove right here, this is it.'"
ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN: "Flowers is Echo & The Bunnymen's finest hour since Ocean Rain."
HEDONISM:
An intrigue of early 90s New York nightlife.
NEW CHAPTER now online
From the Jamming! Archives:
U2 interviewed in 1984.
"It's not U2 that's creating this great art. . .There's something that works through us to create in this way."
From the Jamming! Archives:
PAUL WELLER
interviewed in 1978
"A number one single would be a bit scary."
iJamming! Wino/Muso:
JOHN ACQUAVIVA
"New world wines are just too techno for me."
Featured albums
Albums that sound different since September 11
Featured wine region 3:
SOUTHERN RHÔNE WHITES
Featured wine region 4:
SOUTHERN RHÔNE ROSÉS
iJamming! interview:
Jesse Hartman, aka LAPTOP
"Every New York band knows the meaning of failure"
MIX Albums:
Who, what and why you should bother
FEATURED Wines
The iJAMMING! interview: DAVID SYLVIAN
"I don't think people realize that life can become so exciting and interesting that it can draw you away for long periods of time from creating music - & why not?"
From the Keith Moon archives:
the JEFF BECK interview .
From Homework to the Disco:
DAFT PUNK
grows up and dumbs down
The iJAMMING! chat:
MARK PERRY

"If I was asked why Sniffin' Glue was so important, it was the way we conducted ourselves, the style of it, just the attitude. It had attitude in abundance didn't it?"
The Return of Shoegazing:
DOVES take New York by swarm
Forgotten Classics:
THE CHILLS: Brave Words
THE iJAMMING! Book Review:
SNIFFIN' GLUE: The Essential Punk Accessory
Musing with SALLY TAYLOR:
"I'm not interested in what the major labels have to offer."
From the JAMMING! archives: PAUL WELLER ON POP
Featured wine region 2:
CÔTES DU RHÔNE VILLAGES
From the JAMMING! archives: ALTERNATIVE TV
interviewed in 1978
TRAVIS.
Fran Healy explains why "you cannot own a song." (And why Liam Gallagher "is going to turn into a really great songwriter.")
Featured Artist Web Site:
LLOYD COLE
From the JAMMING! archives: The Story That Spawned Creation
Featured vine:
VIOGNIER:
Finally, a worthy rival to Chardonnay.
The iJAMMING! interview:
BOY GEORGE.
"Once you've had your go, what-ever it may be, they want you to piss off, and they can't bear it if you come back, they can't bear it."
SUPERDRAG
They love rock'n'roll but they don't want to deal with the hassle
The full iJamming! Contents
MUSING ON MARCH 11

March 11 was a tough day. It had seemed with Christmas and new year - and, to be blunt, with the routing of the Taliban and much of Al Qaeda - that we in New York had turned a corner, better able to look ahead to the future. But not so fast. Firstly, intense battles in Afghanistan demonstrated that Al Qaeda were more than willing to fight to the death in the hope of taking Americans out with them, and then the six-month anniversary came along, a chance to take stock, to reflect, to remember.

I didn’t watch the CBS documentary on Sunday night; I didn’t want the nightmares. Taped it instead and watched the brilliant Six Foot Under in the meantime. (Does Britain have this show yet, and if not, why not? A nation that grooves to the Sopranos, Sex in the City and Friends should have no problem identifying with this most superbly characterized of dysfunctional families.)

Monday morning, a brilliant blue sky just like six months ago, only frigid this time, not the Indian summer’s day of then. A memorial in Battery Park City, a new mayor who is understated, calm, collected and says all the right things about New York and America; a memorial in DC, a President who is rightly still seething and yet wants to do more to stop it happening again than may be possible without taking us all into endless global conflict; a memorial in Pennsylvania for those brave passengers who truly understood the meaning of human sacrifice but I’m not watching that one, I’m stopping by my two local fire stations, lighting a candle, saying thanks to the guys again. One of them who spends his every weekend at the Pile talks of finishing the job there soon, and perhaps then finding ‘closure.’ Me, I don’t think we’re ever going to get it, nor do I think we should. Your father dies of natural causes, you grieve and you rage, but eventually you come to accept it, you close the book on his life and maintain the memory instead. But September 11 was not natural, and the grief and rage will never be accepted; the book should never be closed, and the memories should be, must be maintained for generations.

Dusk time and the pillars of light from downtown Manhattan. Viewed from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, where I stood in silence the morning of September 12 staring in suspended horror at the smoke cloud as it drifted my way, the pillars appear singular; we must be viewing them side on. But they are still majestic. They are so simple yet so totally sublime. They offer reverence and reference for the two physical columns that once reached likewise high into the sky; they are seeking and searching for something that is no longer there; and they serve too as warnings and watchdogs too, a notice to all we will not be caught at ease like this ever again.

Nighttime and the documentary, assembled around the footage of those two young French brothers whose plan to follow the nine-month progress of a ‘Probie’ fireman in downtown Manhattan found them, just three months in to the project, witness to the greatest firestorm of New York’s history - inside Tower 1 that terrible morning. Oddly enough, not too much of what I see either shocks me or upsets me - perhaps because I have ingested so much by way of awful detail these last few months, maybe because the video has been edited for some kind of family consumption; and also because the novice film makers have too much sympathy for the dead to film them as they die. Instead, the greatest horror we are witnessed to is not visual, but purely audio: the ghastly crash, like a glass house being crushed by a tank, as human bodies, having leapt to their deaths from 80-100 floors high, hit the ground at unfathomable velocity. That I will never forget; those who witnessed that deadly disintegration firsthand must still be living it every waking day - and barely sleeping night.

March 12 seems like just another day: cold, cloudy, somewhere between winter and spring. A humdrum Tuesday. New York life goes on. As it must. We continue to live our lives as best we can, proving daily by our hectic but generally peaceful co existence in this most pluralist, multi-cultural and multi-racial of all great cities that we are not the problem. Never were. Come next September, we’ll be six months further along and whatever greater mess the world is, those of us here will need to relive it all over again. And so the cycle goes. Closure is but a concept.

Tony Fletcher March 12, 2002

More musings:
MUSING ON A SEPTEMBER MOURNING
MESSAGES FROM FRIENDS OVERSEAS ON SEP 11.
REACTIONS TO THE ORIGINAL ESSAY
LINKS
COPING (Posted Oct 2 2001)
A THANKSGIVING TOAST (Posted Nov 2001)
MUSING ON MARCH 11 (Posted March 12 2002)
THE MANHATTAN 'EDGE':
WILL THE ISLAND EVER AGAIN BE A CULTURAL GROUND ZERO? (Posted Feb 2002)

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