When Is A Trump Not A Trump?
Thought for the day...
A day is, by its very nature, a limited and finite period of time. Life in miniature. Each day we follow a curve and, at the end of the day, reflect on its theme, however obvious or obscure. Here, I ruminate over these strands for your personal delectation.
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
11 Aug 2015
No charge, people!
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
02 July 2014
It's been a while since I've seen any live music and I broke my famine 2 weeks ago by going to watch Gary Numan at the Cambridge Junction. One of the things that struck me, despite the obvious volume and wonderfully evocative light show, was the fact that Gary basically came on, said 'hello', played for 105 minutes, said 'thank you and goodnight' and then went off. No witty repartee or chatter between songs, just 105 solid and sweaty minutes of intense music. A direct result of well-publicised shyness or a conscious desire to stay detached and let the music be the star of the show? Either way, this was incredibly refreshing.
We now live in a world where musicians/artists/pop-tarts want you to buy the album, then the branded fragrance, then the duvet cover, then the breakfast cereal. It's not enough that you like the music, you have to buy into the personality. The camera crew waits at the bottom of the bed as the waters break, and celebrities hawk pictures of their babies around the tabloids and glossies before the surgeon has even finished with the stitches. There's no mystique, no distance, no boundary. In such a culture, what a breath of fresh air to find an artist who so clearly wants his work to stand above everything else and seems to view public interest in his personality and opinions as lying somewhere between curious and totally baffling. I've seen him interviewed and he is always courteous, honest and open but every question is greeted with an expression that seems to say "why on earth are you asking me that?"
Gary claims not to be a particularly great keyboard player or guitarist but to me he epitomises the definition of the word 'musician'. I for one pplaud him for his approach and wish there were more like him.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Fair prices and fair profit?
Some time ago I wrote a blog post about the problems with unfettered capitalism. The basic theme was that capitalism is a fine and efficient system for wealth-creation but there have to be legal, moral and cultural checks and balances in place to ensure that profits are not excessive, customers are not ripped off and the future of these private companies can be sustained.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The hole in the middle
Monday, February 04, 2013
Been A Long Time, Been A Long Time...
I did not watch the Superbowl. Mostly because I like my sleep and also because to me, it's like the 6 Nations but with more make-up and bigger shoulder pads. Like the cast of Dynasty on a very camp school sports day. If you did watch this make-up and Spandex-fest, though, you can't help but have noticed an apparently important game of football being overshadowed by the return of Destiny's Child. They're back, screamed the press. THEY'RE BACK!!! As if it's supposed to be important. Those of us of a certain age who remember life before manufactured pop groups were the norm tend to be singularly unimpressed when manufactured pop groups reform. Mostly because it only feels like about 20 minutes since they split up and primarily because we viewed them as an irrelevance in the first place. It's Destiny's Child, for goodness sake: followers of a well-trodden path that was beaten down by The Supremes and many dozens of other groups since. It's not The Who playing Won't Get Fooled Again, is it? It doesn't, you know, like, matter...
It's an old cliché but it's really true. Sooner or later, you will start to compare music on the radio to the bands you grew up with; bands who were themselves doing it 2nd, 3rd of 4th time around. The pioneers are now few and far between. I recently bought the Led Zeppelin 2007 live album and was astonished at how fresh, vibrant and remarkably un-lip-synched it sounded. Suck on that, Ms. Knowles. Right to the end of the flag pole.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013