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15.Shoot Out the Lights 16.It’s Just the Motion 17.Back Street Slide 18.Night Comes In Recorded for Folk on Two, 1982 19.Dimming of the Day 20.Modern Woman CD 2: Richard Thompson Recorded for the Andy Kershaw Show, July 1, 1985 1.She Twists the Knife Again 2.You Don’t Say 3.When the Spell Is Broken Live at The Hammersmith Palais, November 20, 1986.
He continued to write and campaign to the end of his life. He campaigned for health care in 2007 and welcomed the probable election of fellow Chicagoan Barack Obama as President in 2008.He didn't get to see that historic night for the US but in many ways it was the perfect ending for a life that had been so involved in civil rights and the advancement of rights for the black community.He at the age of 96 in October 2008 but has left a mountain of to guide the way of young journalists wanting to know just how to do it.
Liverpool was not a place of ultimate emigration historically. People, either Irish, West Indian or Italian or Scandinavian stayed here not because they intended to, but because they hadn't enough money to go anywhere else. Through this necessity was born a virtue of new 'Scouseness'.But the seagoing tradition of Liverpool in the time of its prosperity in the 19th and early 20th centuries, drove a collective imagination: dads and uncles came back from foreign lands with exotic stories and the sight of big ships and the eternal Mersey skyline (even to this day) inspire Scouse musicians to produce, not pragmatic storytelling, but dreamy eyes-to-the-sky reverie.It was a great event, enjoyed by one and all and you can listen to third year journalism student Dave Jenkins interview Paul on Radio Hope in the clip above. GM WENT to the cinema to see the George Clooney dominated anti-war pic The Men Who Stare at Goats and was confronted with THE four worst trailers of all time in advance of the main feature.It poses three questions:a) why would I even go near any of these films? They all look dreadful,b) has Guy Whattyacallim fallen so far since Lock Stock. That his name is so small on the poster for the obviously dreadful Sherlockc) why, in an era of crowd sourcing and trending, would you think the, perhaps, lefty types who have gone to TMWSAG would want to see any of these four movies?BTW: The Cameron Diaz-fronted is an unembedable YouTube, perhaps because it is awful.
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Try and find it, GM-ers. AS mentioned on recent GM's passim, I am at the Cornerstone campus of Liverpool Hope University for its Cornerstone Festival tomorrow. (Thursday, November 26, Room: COR114, 1pm)I have put together a collaborative playlist on Spotify as a talking point for one of the questions.However, what do you think are the best songs about Liverpool and London or the best songs from acts from those cities?If you are a Spotify user please contribute or add your suggestions below.Click on the picture for initial choices from GM HQ.Please offer all your opinions widely and generously. 'That's her handwriting/ That's the way she writes'The Go-Betweens 'Headfull of Steam'IN May 2005, I was backstage in Liverpool venue the L2 at The Go-Betweens with Coleraine lad Andy Kelly of the Liverpool Daily Post and his soon-to-be missus Rachael - and we were actually talking to the actual Robert Forster and Grant McLennan of The Go-Betweens.I really couldn't have been happier because the band had been my big love for much of the 1980s.Based around the friendship and song writing partnership of McLennan ( above, right) and Forster ( left) they were the greatest cult band of their era. Albums like 16 Lovers Lane, Tallulah and Liberty Belle and the Black Diamond Express were classically literate pop music made by very intelligent people.They wrote a clutch of remarkable songs on three or four brilliant albums. They may not have troubled the top reaches of the charts, but NO band meant more to me.They were loved by great looking intelligent women in short Paisley skirts, black tights and DM shoes and wrote magnificent songs and that was enough for me.As I got older and they broke up to pursue solo projects, McLennan's music meant even more to me. His four solo albums and various side projects were treasured thanks in no small part to the memory of the Gobies.
Even Forster's solo albums, although not as treasured, meant something to me.In this era of free music on demand, I still treasure McLennan's solo albums Watershed, Fireboy, In Your Bright Ray and Horsebreaker Star. They are real high water marks of the era and whether anyone else feels the same way, I couldn't care less.Then, around the turn of the century, they got back together and made The Friends of Rachel Worth and then in 2005 the glorious Oceans Apart.After the release of the latter, I interviewed Grant on the phone from his Brisbane home before they played Liverpool, it was a dream come true. He was witty, intelligent and gracious in the way I had imagined he would be when I pretended to do interviews with him as a teenage fanzine writer and wannabe journalist in the 1980s.As a result of the following piece in the Daily Post I was dubbed by the band's website, it's still my most treasured achievement in journalism.Then Grant died and it all stopped. Just after their best album and when they were writing the best music of their lives to the biggest audience the ever had.Just like Lloyd Cole, The Go-Betweens never let me down, always surrounded me with love and we are all better people for their body of work.There, didn't mention 'jangly' or 'arch' once.FOLLOW FRIDAY 10 Spotify collaborative playlist. WITH GEORGE Clooney in restrained, but mouschio-ed, mad mode and Jeff Bridges in hippy dippy, flower child mode - you would be excused for thinking that the -helmed is the anti-war movie the have never made.But that would be unfair to a brilliant wee movie which offers tonnes of laughs without being the satiric master class it sets out to be.
It certainly has none of the anarchic mentalism of the best of the Coens as well as stopping short of the classic anti-war texts of and.But, based on the uproarious 2004 book of the same name, it fictionalises the US Army's actual madcap investigations into new age and paranormal activities, now fictionally placing them within the context of the aftermath of the American invasion of Iraq in 2003. Crucially it keeps most of the screwiness of Ronson's text.In the 1970s, the army believes that the Russians have been developing the psychic powers of their operatives and so the Yanks try to do the same themselves thanks to the general who believes he can jump through walls if he concentrates hard enough. Clooney's character (Len Cassady) comes to prominence when he 'actually' psychically finds an Italian kidnap hostage and goes on to stop a goat's heart just by staring at it. (He probably didn't really do.)(who seems mostly to have been cast for a long running Star Wars-derived gag) plays mid-Western newspaper reporter Bob Wilton who stumbles upon this story of the Psy-ops organisation during the break-up of his marriage and travels to Iraq to rejuvenate his career. (Having said that, his accent is only authentically mid-Western if we consider the American mid-West to lie somewhere in an area which centres on the Scottish towns of Crieff, Dunblane and Perth).Clearly, this is another of those ideologically driven projects Clooney takes on, normally with, which sit outside of his main gig of being mega bucks, big box office/ coffee endorsing gold.TMWSAG takes apart the ridiculousness of the free-market approach to the war in Iraq, as Clooney and McGregor stumble into Iraq during the invasion. Rather anachronistically for an author who has written much about the decline of Christianity in Ireland, I most associate Malachi with listening to him on Radio Ulster on a Sunday morning on the way home from mass in the car with the family, after Sunday Miscellany on RTE on the way there.That, however, may be an example of what (name drop, ahoy) Joe Strummer once described to me asPlease listen to extracts from his and listen to the future of arts journalism and broadcasting.You can download the podcast from the Sound Cloud website by clicking on the audio bar above. SUNDAY TELEGRAPH and BBC art critic is the doyen of arts broadcasters in Britain. Forget yer blokish, yet stealth-high brow, forget yer self regarding highbrow, forget even (stifle a gasp) yer populist, knowledgeable and wonderful Kermode (see side bar) - AGD is the guv'nor when it comes to accessible high brow arts programming.His says more than any crass repackaging that I could do here.
It's an astoundingly ambitious body of work.His current show, 'unravelling the mysteries of the art of the pre-perspective era', currently showing on BBC4, is a thoroughly engrossing examination of the role of religion in the development of art from Byzantium to the Renaissance.His genius, and it is really is worth such high praise, is in presenting the difficult historiography of modern art historianship in an accessible way. What shines through is a deep knowledge and love of art nurtured during his postgraduate studies in the Courthauld Institute in the early 1980s. CHe has an enthusiastic onscreen presence and a pleasantly plummy public school way which still fits the role of the modern on-screen intellectual.But, beyond such simplistic Wolfy Smith-style class politics from me, he succeeds in portraying art history as an essential, interesting, vital and invigorating subject. You will never once think, 'Meh, well it's.
He makes great art interesting and brilliantly sets it in its historical context.And, big claim alert, he is exactly the kind of exemplifier we need to use to justify the licence fee in the not-too-distant future debates we will be having with the free marketeers who want to break-up the Beeb.Every single penny we have paid him was worth it. There, argue that Daily Mail.Listen to the opening address of his landmark three part series below and I dare you not to be enthralled and begging to watch every minute of a work which moves from the Moors to Goya through Picasso, Dali and Miro to modern architecture. MAYBE it's the day for reminiscences of Lismore Comprehensive in Craigavon, but that's where it all started for me with. Who'd have known it would end up with sharing a great 12 year old Irish whiskey in a dressing room in Birkenhead next to a vintage tram?In the mid 80's, in Mrs Gallagher's form class, there was a coterie of hip lads who had older brothers and so they knew the best music.
I was a crushingly unhip, insecure and sheltered first born and became obssessed by this C90 tape they were knowingly passing around with the words 'Lloyd Cole and the Commies' written in felt pen on that wee name strip tapes have.So I went to where I always went when I needed to find music without asking people and risking looking foolish - the four big white revolving locked racks of tapes in Craigavon library. Mary Thomas the librarian got me and away I went. Loved it, I mean really loved it.I never got to see the Commotions, as I found out they were called (hey we didn't have the internet or Google) until much later, so the tapes meant a great deal to me.And despite getting into Madchester, Irish indie, rap and hip hop and folk music, Lloyd Cole always stayed with me. Like Joe Strummer or Paul Brady or Public Enemy or Van Morrison, he was always there - a song, a line or a well sung syllable constantly returning to me.Unlike a lot of Cole fans, after the demise of the Commotions, his music got even more interesting and important to me.His move to America in 1990ish seemed to bring on better albums and some great interviews in Q magazine, I'm sure one was with Du Noyer.His first solo record, had some brilliant songs on it as did which had fabulously cool sleeve art with pics shot in LA at the Capitol Building. Even the universally dismissed, from 1993, had a couple of great tracks on it, including ' So You'd Like to Save The World' and 'Wild Mushrooms'.But 1995 was the year that sealed it for me. Just before moving to Liverpool and right after university, I got and that was it, I was going to be with him for good, for better or worse.And it is all down to one song, 'Like Lovers Do', a fabulous tale of love in three episodes which still entrances me.You know that idea of one small bit from a song, one tiny sung syllable can be the thing you love most in any artist's canon? Then for me in the final chorus, when Cole sings 'Well, I'm looking right at you now, girl' and his voice descends to a cool, low register, man I'm gone every time.Even after he went on hiatus after he had been dropped by Polydor, (when he and his wife Elizabeth started a family), I listened to Love Story regularly.And then in 2000, I got in Quirks Record shop in Ormskirk (where I was working on the incredibly underrated local paper, the Advertiser).
It was, for me, the perfect Lloyd Cole album: cool, literate, very Manhattan (where he had been living) and every song on it was brilliant.I started working on the ECHO the week after I got it and our daughter Ella was born at the end of the year. My happiest memories of this decade are of Ella bouncing along to 'Impossible Girl' in one of those bouncers you hook to a door frame as I did my weights and sit ups. All records you love have a very specific context within which they become more special.He confounded expectations by producing two even better original albums, and, in 2003 and 2006 respectively.It was before MIAFL, as he was launching his current solo folk singer incarnation, that I interviewed him first, for the ECHO. It was great and, unlike Van Morrison, it didn't disappoint. As I fed Ella her lunch we chatted and he was witty, urbane, didn't seem to mind me blowing smoke up his ass and he took the piss out of various people, especially the Bunnymen's Ian McCulloch and the Waterboys' Mike Scott.
He gave good copy.I interviewed him again after MIAFL - this time for the Daily Post as he was about to play Birkenhead's and we had a blast, talking about how his dad had been a golf pro at the club local to us and more specifically - Irish whiskey.I promised him a bottle of back stage as it was going to be his birthday. I COULD say that I spent the week listening to conducting of the doing as a tribute to French anthropologist and originator of structuralist philosophy who died last week aged 100.The old boy was apparently very partial to the 19th Century Austrian composer, but I don't know much more than this. Alas I was listening to it merely because the symphonies are a magnificent noise as background to writing.
Very inspiring. One and all should, as the kids aver, check them out, innit.Click on picture for the tunes played this week. BACK in the day, was the only fella I knew in Craigavon with a Public Enemy record - I had the tape but he had the vinyl.In fact he was the only person I knew anywhere with any rap music - Craigavon, a town 26 miles from Belfast and at the centre of an area once known as the Murder Triangle in the 1970s, didn't really embrace hip hop. The Bronx, Bed-Stuy or Sugar Hill it was not.But Seamie was a good lad, same year as me at Lismore and been in the cubs together - so I knew him well enough to try get a gander at this hallowed item.So I got an invite round to his house in Edenbeg - he won't mind me saying this - he wasn't a great one for tidying. He was 16 and living alone at the time, I think one of his parents had died, can't be sure, but there amid the physical and emotional mess was a pristine copy of It Takes a Nation of Millions.And not just that, there was Eric B and Rakim and EPMD and Stetsasonic, these were the coolest things I had ever seen. Maybe in the intervening years the incident has become heightened in my memory, maybe he'll tell me it was a one Redhead Kingpin 12'.But the point is that he was always into rap and performance, a bright and intelligent bloke who had no outlet for his massive creative energies. Maybe he felt he shouldn't display his sensitive side and to be fair, there weren't too many performance poets in the lounge of the Drumgor Tavern at the time - you could have measured with a microscope the shortness of the shrift you would have been given in the boozer if you had said: 'houl on there lad, I'm gonna bust a wee haiku here.'
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But there is a poet in the lounge bar now because Craigavon's finest bard is the Irish performance poetry champion. He's got his demons but he meets them head-on with a wit and a forthright nature he learned from all those hours listening to 'Cold Lampin' by Flava Flav.My favourites are Ulster Fry, Trying to Get My Head Straight and the brilliant, brilliant Colonial Ceremony but there are also a number of sensitive love poems he perhaps doesn't get enough credit for. You can at brilliant podcast site.You should also check out the brilliant montages he does to accompany his poems.This is what Chuck D would have been rapping about if he'd had a bottle of wine under the curly wurly bridge, bai. 'Historians who don't reflect on the present when writing about the past err on the side of austerity.'
In October 1972 Richard Thompson married Linda Peters, who had appeared as a backing singer on his debut solo album from the same year. They began performing as a duo, and in 1973 quickly recorded I Want To See The Bright Lights Tonight on a shoestring budget. Thompson played all the guitars, plus mandolin, whistle and keyboards.
Bass and drums were provided by Pat Donaldson and Timmy Donald respectively, and there were also appearances from accordion player John Kirkpatrick and Thompson's old bandmate Simon Nicol (on dulcimer). Featuring all original songs and a somewhat bleak mood throughout, it was something of a masterpiece of English folk-rock, but its release was actually held back until 1974. On its eventual release it was not much of a commercial success, but was quickly recognised by critics and fans for the brilliant record it was, and today is considered the highlight of Thompson's career.(1972) Hokey Pokey (1975).