Ramsayings

David Den­by’s Tory take on V for Vendet­ta came as some­thing of a sur­prise. Ignor­ing anar­chism alto­geth­er, Den­by takes the Dad­dy War­bucks short-course in lib­er­al democ­ra­cy, the sort of good for the goose blath­er that reach­es equal­ly abrupt and sim­ple-mind­ed con­clu­sions about rad­i­cal vio­lence as it does the per­va­sive good of the sta­tus quo.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “Police and thieves in the street.”

Ray Davies — Irv­ing Plaza, March 25, 2006

Play­ing to a packed house, Ray Davies opened Sat­ur­day night with “I’m Not Like Every­body Else”, an ode to rebel­lious indi­vid­u­al­i­ty and a sting­ing tes­ta­ment to his nar­cis­sism. Late­ly the song’s been fea­tured in IBM com­mer­cials that show office work­ers lip-synch­ing the lyrics as they go about their day, robot­i­cal­ly rid­ing in ele­va­tors and expe­ri­enc­ing the mun­dane as a thrilling new busi­ness oppor­tu­ni­ty wait­ing to hap­pen. Once a curi­ous rave-up from The Great Lost Kinks Album, “I’m Not Like Every­body Else” has become a strange, iron­ic anthem to con­found­ing the busi­ness hivemind.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “20th Cen­tu­ry Man”

Stere­o­lab’s per­for­mance Mon­day night proved that the lega­cy of dreamy, intel­li­gent and polit­i­cal music dies with them. I can think of few oth­er artists that com­bine lounge sen­si­bil­i­ties with shoegaze noise in ways that so eas­i­ly lend them­selves as new sound­track mate­r­i­al for Bertoluc­ci’s The Con­formist. If this tour and com­pi­la­tion prove their swan song, it would be a strange end for a polit­i­cal band exist­ing in decid­ed­ly apo­lit­i­cal times.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “Cobra and phas­es group play volt­age in the milky night.”

Mass hys­te­ri­a’s just the fash­ion. Let’s get togeth­er to cel­e­brate soon.

The New York Times reports today:

Plac­ards post­ed by sol­diers at the deten­tion area advised, “NO BLOOD, NO FOUL.” The slo­gan, as one Defense Depart­ment offi­cial explained, reflect­ed an adage adopt­ed by Task Force 6–26: “If you don’t make them bleed, they can’t pros­e­cute for it.” Accord­ing to Pen­ta­gon spe­cial­ists who worked with the unit, pris­on­ers at Camp Nama often dis­ap­peared into a deten­tion black hole, barred from access to lawyers or rel­a­tives, and con­fined for weeks with­out charges. “The real­i­ty is, there were no rules there,” anoth­er Pen­ta­gon offi­cial said.

Him­sa — “The Destroyer”

When Pave­ment broke up, it was imme­di­ate­ly clear that lead singer and song­writer Stephen Malk­mus was about to embark on a jour­ney that was as much ped­a­gog­i­cal as it was cre­ative. Long viewed as some­thing of a prophet to indie rock­’s faith­ful, it came as no sur­prise that as he fell into the Anglo-Amer­i­can garage, psych, folk and prog mix that those mean­der­ings would reach a curi­ous, def­er­en­tial audi­ence. Soon bands like Mel­low Can­dle, Fair­port Con­ven­tion and J.K. & Co. were count­ed among Malk­mus’ many ref­er­ences made less obscure, and thanks to labels like Sun­dazed, once out of print discs were avail­able again.

Con­tin­ue read­ing “Shell-shocked with Jun­gle Rot”