A Momentary Lapse of Reason

Calm down dear, it's only a model

Just before he became the foursquare mayor of the Second World War (let’s face it, he’s revisited it that often), Stephen Spielberg admitted: ‘Jaws couldn’t be made now. The audience wouldn’t wait that long to see the shark.”

He’s right.

Within ten minutes, focus groups would be demanding a CGI Great White (probably in 3D) skullpunching the teeth out of a hapless cheerleader on waterskis.

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Don’t Take Away The Music

...or perhaps none of the above

The BBC is not short of money.

I knew a producer for one of its national radio stations, a high ranking chap. Every year, would take his latest girlfriend to the Monaco Grand Prix. They’d stay the weekend, in a lovely hotel overlooking the course, all on expenses. No one questioned it. If they did, she was a production assistant. And no-one really knew how many of them there were, so it was an easy, er, blag.

These days, they’re not quite as subtle.

They’re currently hawking A Question of Sport around the enormodomes of the UK, to rake in more cash for a project that we paid for. Do we get a cut from their profits for all this real-world commercialism they dabble in at our expense?

Imagine if, say, politicians made hay with the public purse. Imagine what Jeremy Vine’s listeners would have to say about that? Oh, we already know…

So it strikes me as odd that the BBC have gotten away with not having to release the salaries it pays its ‘talent’ (you know, Chris Moyles, Chris Evans and, er, Anne Robinson).

Commercially sensitive, they say.

Dear Auntie Beeb, I’ll tell you what’s commercially sensitive. When you make forays into an already beleaguered publishing world, buy Lonely Planet guides, and release magazines in direct competition with ‘traditional’ publishers (including, oh yes, Lonely Planet Magazine) and Focus (now just an excuse to publicize any vaguely science-related BBC programme within its lackluster pages). That’s commercially sensitive. But they seem to turn a blind eye to that.

Of course, no one minds a company hell bent on making money.

It’s how they spend it that counts.

And when it makes decisions like today’s (to axe 6music and Asian Network) you have to wonder – has it lost sight of its remit?

When ITV made a move to reduce its news output, the BBC were up in arms. No no no, it said – that’s sooo not fair. Why should we be saddled with the boring news?

I’d argue that the BBC has the same duties when it comes to the provision of music, too. Music for everyone.

With Radio 1′s unseemly fall from grace into its present sub-Nuts/Zoo Radio station, and Radio 2 marrying U2 in a civil ceremony on the roof of Broadcasting House last year, 6Music was the only station to promote new bands, play decent alternative rock and pop, and transmit the thousands of hours’ worth of live recording gems they’ve amassed from their Maida Vale studios.

Other radio stations would die for the chance of airing this stuff.

But, hell-bent on pushing DAB (and, of course, the wrong kind of DAB with appalling audio quality and a shit bit rate. Still, that’s what you get when you employ a marketeer (Simon Nelson) to run the stations, rather than someone who knows anything about technical stuff. Like audio quality) they restricted 6music to the few thousand of us tuning in online or on our Pure Evokes.

Now, answer me this. Is that the best way to launch a new music station that has the potential to reach every music fan in the country between the age of 25-45? not currently served by the playlist-centric 1 and 2.

6Music was a public affirmation that, despite all the Simply Come Dancing, Andrew Lloyd Weber Musical Promoting, R’n'B mulch-deifying aural arse it pumped out, the BBC still understood  - and supported – exciting new music.

Now we’re left with Moyles.

Still, at least it’s getting its house in order. It’s currently £100 million pounds over budget for its new Broadcasting House extension in London, and is creating Salford’s gleaming Media City.

Oh yeah, that.

Here, rising from the quays, will be the new home of  Tony Livesey’s new 5Live show.

Yeah, that’s worth every penny.

Urban Planning Committee

Get Rich, or Die on QVC

If this week’s Charts tell anything, it’s that 2009 was the year that Urban music, from hip-hop to grime,  Rascal to Stryder became all-conquering in the UK.

For all the hoo-hah about the Cowellisation of the music business, the man has remarkably little influence in the bigger picture. Sure, he shifts advertising slots on ITV, but his acts have about the same influence on the business of music as Eurovision or the NME.

The only way an X Factor winner can be a contender these days is if they, like Leona,  follow the rules of engagement.

Ladies – sing R’nB lite and rub up against a radiator. Gents, let’s have some naked machismo and locker-room posturing. Oh and that video? Can you storyboard flights on private jets, a crate of Cristal, a VIP nightclub enclosure, some gang signs and sexual irresponsibility with semi-clad lovelies.

Because that’s the stereotype we’re comfortable with, isn’t it? – black lawlessness, hedonism and shallow self-aggrandizement. Pimps, playaz and prima donnas.
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What? No Animal Collective?

Hey, if you can’t beat em…

My top thirty this year. And, I know, Florence and The Machine must be gutted. But it’s just her voice…It drives me mentile. And, no, I don’t know why WordPress does that for number 8 on any list I do…

1) Phoenix: Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

Proof positive that French music is smarter and sleeker than ever. Not a duff track in a peerless set of clever-boots Gallic pop. Great cover too.
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The Death of Live Music?

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That joke isn't funny anymore

Imagine this. You’re in the ODEON watching the latest post-modern, irony-strewn computer animated adaptation of a kid’s book, but you’re so into it that, rather than miss the next smartass one-liner, you piss into your empty coke carton and throw it over the audience in front of you.

Or you’re at the Playhouse, but you really can’t be arsed getting into the play, so you hold up your iPhone and record the best bits, so you can watch it later.

Afterwards, you take in a meal at a restaurant, and you notice they’ve got your favourite dessert on the menu. Carried away with the excitement of it all, you elicit to show your appreciation by lobbing your bottle of mineral water at the waiter. Continue reading

An Audience With The Coke

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Spiritualized?

Two gigs, two churches, two cities, two days.

But last night’s Grizzly Bear gig at Manchester Cathedral ( I think it was a Grizzly Bear gig. It might have been an iPhone convention)  made me uneasy – and not just because the 15th century building wasn’t designed to accommodate a touring Americana band and its audience (the space just didn’t work). It’s a shame, because Grizzly Bear fans, on the whole, do look a lot like Jesus.

It could have worked. The Cathedral’s an intimate, shadowy place, with enough reverb to make Cheryl Cole sound soothing. But it didn’t. Continue reading

Why Dubai is an un-Sound City

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Kendal's finest. Apart from me.

Is it right that, in a week when a gay man gets beaten almost to death, a Liverpool music festival is about to prop up the tourist economy of a country which employs a special task force to ‘combat’ homosexuality and other ‘indecent acts’ from taking place in public. A country which sides with Nick Griffin’s stance – that  ‘to see two men kissing in public was ‘creepy’? And that this festival – and its line up (Echo & The Bunnymen, Doves and Super Furry Animals etc) does this all for money?

It’s great to see Liverpool Music Week packing in a selection box of goodies again this year.

They call this shindig The UK’s biggest indoor winter music festival. I guess 390 acts in 80 venues takes some beating. But here’s the thing – the festival’s highlights aren’t the paid-for big ticket items.  The really exciting stuff is – miraculously, and wonderfully – totally free.  The Wild Beasts, Field Music, The Bays, Maps and Grammatics. For zero pence.

Liverpool Sound City, likewise, had lots of great free stuff earlier in the year. But how do festivals like this support themselves? Well, in the case of Sound City, they take their show on the road, to franchise new territories. And that’s when you start to wonder…is there any such thing as a free launch?

Next month sees the people behind the phenomenally successful Sound City take their show on the road. To Dubai. The Emirate where money buys you anything. Except a conscience. Continue reading

I Am The Resurrection?

LilyAllen1Is this not the most ridiculous piece of shit spin ever?

The plethiosaurs at BMI are claiming that 2009 is the most successful year ever for UK singles sales, with 117 million sold to date. And that’s even before those twats twins win X Factor.

I say no, no, no.

In their race to press release, The Official Charts Company show a cavalier attitude to Linnaean taxonomy that would make even Girls Aloud rush to their nomenclature classification textbooks (in an alternative multiverse). Continue reading

The Grimly Average Top Ten

...and very, very, unnecessary

...and very, very, unnecessary

You know the sort of band I mean. You hear a song on the radio. It passes by in 3.5 inconsequential minutes. You register who it was in a mixture of surprise and disinterest as you try to make sense of it all. These lot are still going? Why? Is it a peculiarly misplaced blue collar work ethic? A greedy inability to relinquish the reins? A foolhardy belief that they’re still relevant? D) all of the above? Continue reading

Speed Kills

Trick, I'm guessing

Trick, I'm guessing

What’s with the rush, these days, to consume our culture, like our M&S sandwiches, on the day of purchase?

Every week, a new ‘must-see’ blockbuster,  a new hit straight in at number one. A month later, no-one can remember the film, and the song’s disappeared from the charts.  Disposable culture. And we’re all to blame.

That Fame remake. It ain’t gonna live forever. Next week I’m not gonna remember its name. Why would I, when there’ll be another Judd Apatow movie, or a 3G CGI based on a 60s comic strip to distract me. Continue reading