The Purple Lord removes his vids from Youtube, but there are a lot of them from him and his protégés at http://www.wat.tv/NPGMonaco
Good point. Being nearly broke for the last year or so I ate a lot of Tesco Value burgers. and I'm fine afaik. If it does go down to eating dodgy food or not eating at all, it should be the hungry person's call.
Donating the food, as opposed to destroying it, was the first thing that crossed my mind when the scandal emerged. But how can they, when they can't prove its provenance is fit for human consumption? What if the "horse" (let's face it, it could be anything) was treated with antibiotics which made a human sick? Rolling the dice with human health is not cool, even for charitable purposes.
Saw it the other day at the cinema. Cool, almost fairytale story. That label boss couldn't have come across any more evil and evasive with a top hat and a gold chalice. Rodriguez himself is the star of the show, his unassuming modesty and pure coolness shine through. All those years of toiling in obscurity and not a hint of regret after his stardom was hidden from and exploited for...someone. The definition of cool you could say, not giving a shit, and getting dirty as need be to keep things going. I don't think his music itself isn't as great as the film claims it is. They say he was a premier singer-songwriter in the age of Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Leonard Cohen, Carole King, Neil Young, Paul Simon etc.? I think not. The songs are pretty good, but the orchestration is syrupy and sound like they're sung by a Donovan impersonator. His songs did touch the South African people in a thoroughly real, though bizarre way, but the film shoots right on by his late seventies tour of Australia, presumably because it didn't fit the narrative. That being said I will get his new album whenever it comes out. Thirty years of living as self-actualised as he has must have produced some really strong songs.
The pub, definitely. Sociable, conversation-ridden, playful, neutral. The place to go to find new friends or old, and well-staffed with regulars.
I discovered Enter The Mystery Magical Chambers, Wu-tang raps mixed into Beatles samples - really dope, and free to download. Also, I got got back into the Dancer With Bruised Knees album by Kate & Anna Mcgarrigle - really great tunes, refined lyrics and elegant production. Finally a shout out to whatever Minnesotan mentioned Atmosphere here a few weeks back - got chatting with a cute girl on Paddy's Day and we hit off over our common knowledge of them. Gotta date next week woopwoop.
I wonder who'll be the first digital ghost actor to out-earn their real-life counterpart?
Although its use could quickly be trivialised or employed for shady military purposes, there are exciting potential applications for those unable to vocalise themselves due to disability or those working in loud environments like factory floors. Telepathic football teams would be pretty exciting too, Science could one day catch up with Xavi and Iniesta.
Yeah, and he's got some nerve still writing and touring on into the 21st too. I derive immense satisfaction evry time I glean some nugget that might shed a light on the genesis of one of his lines. Even though he probably just strung it together out of thin air because it fit a rhyme scheme.
Two days and no Dylan? Okay, I'll be that guy: Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying (It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding) Incidentally, I came across a potential source for the opening image the other day: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Englands_Dark_Day And for fun, here's my favourite of my own lyrics: I feel this way, though it's no fun
For you don't give a flying fee-fie-foe-fum
So I won't act like I've got the facts wholly
Some monopoly on melancholy
Coz love is heedless, not convenient
It's only for the needlessly extravagant
Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Jaco Pastorius
Drums: ?uestlove
Vox: Prince Alternatively: Guitar: Prince
Bass: Prince
Drums: Prince
Vox: Prince
The beat is solid, beefy enough to pump but simple enough to allow the rappers to take flight front and centre. I think Yelawolf's verse is one the strongest in the joint, it builds up the energy and leads nicely into Danny Brown's wacked-out mini climax, then Action Bronson ices the dynamics a bit before Big K.R.I.T takes it on home.
Sweet, sounds interesting.
Levon's criticisms aside, I enjoy the film a lot as a depiction of The Band in their pomp. Also I'll never forget watching it and hearing Joni Mitchell for the first time. That was a special moment for me.
Read Levon Helm's brilliant biography This Wheel's On Fire if you want the real dope on what happened in the Last Waltz. He claims Robbie and Martin Scorsese holed up alone in a cutting room for months doing monstrous amounts of coke and wound up with a finished product that looked more like Robbie Robertson + 4. Screw-ups in the recording sesh resulted in them having to completely redo Rick Danko's bass parts in post-production. Oh, and Levon wasn't happy about Robertson's attempt to cut Muddy Waters set down in favour of Neil Diamond, who he was producing an album for at the time. Levon exploded when he heard this and said "Someone phone Neil Diamond and tell him we don't know who the fuck he is!"