ILLUMINATION

i was setting up Skype again a couple of weeks back and decided to try summat i once did before. i am going to try and simulcast a radio show on video streaming. now, whether this works or not is in the lap of the gods, and if if actually HAPPENS, relies on me getting a new webcam. or should i say ANOTHER webcam. cos i bought one. 

looked ok. said it would do what i wanted. and was cheap enough. too cheap. should have known really. brand new webcam for less than 3 quid. all the way from china. no p&p.

idiot.

absolute pile of rammel. it works ok ish for skype, but won’t do the job for the shows. so if i can source one in the next 24hrs we’ll be going live visually AND aurally. if not it will wait until the new year.

watch this space.

tfn

THE R.E.M. CLAUSE

that’s what it’s known as in this house and on sunday night it was broken. let me try and explain…

many many moons ago, just as the enemy and my relationship was blossoming, we happened to go to the cinema. now i had chosen the film the previous time and we’d been to see ‘reservoir dogs’ (i had to lie and tell her that no-one had their ear cut off) so it was her turn to choose.

that’s NEVER good.

her choice? ‘when a man loves a woman’

the best way to sum up this film is for me to do a quick review. SO HERE GOES.

meg ryan is an alcoholic. she abuses her kids and husband. she gets better. THE END.

the enemy will freely admit that when i say it is singularly THE worst film i have ever seen, i am not exaggerating. it was only about 90 minutes long, and the first 85 are all about her being a drunk. in the last five she goes into rehab and is made well again. now during the main part of the film there is a “sad” part where the film is quiet except for R.E.M’s “everybody hurts” song playing. now picture the whole cinema quiet, michael stipe is singing what up to that point had been a particular favourite song of mine, and then…
and then from the other side of the building comes a womans howl. fucking crying at the top of her voice! shocking. well, most of the cinema fell about laughing!
i have not been able to hear that song without thinking of that shit film. it ruined it.

which brings us to sunday night. i finished my radio show early so went downstairs where the enemy was watching her weekly dose of grey’s anatomy. i made the mistake of sitting down.

ME: “wha….. why are they singing? in the operating theater? it’s a hospital!”
T.E: “it’s a musical episode”
ME: “do what now?”
T.E: “it’s a musical episode, now shut up, and go make a brew”

so off i plod to the kitchen, and put the kettle on (didn’t suit me so i took it off, filled it with water and switched it on to boil) then i heard it. the intro i didn’t recognize. but the lyrics of the song i did. i hobbled as fast as i could back into the room…

ME: ” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOW DARE THEY? WHAT THE FUCK!!! THAT’S SACRILEGE!”
T.E: shut up! whats up with you?”

the song was The Story by Brandi Carlile (video and lyrics below.) a song close to my heart, simply due to the words “You see the smile that’s on my mouth, It’s hiding the words that don’t come out, And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed, they don’t know my head is a mess. No, they don’t know who I really am. And they don’t know what I’ve been through like you do. And I was made for you”. ok, soppy you may think, but they match up my sentiments and feelings towards the enemy since my smash. but i have never had the bottle to say them to her. (i have just sent her an e-mail with links to the video and the lyrics written out. i know, spineless) and the last place i wanted to see or hear the song was being sung in a crappy american ‘drama’. they ruined it.

JUST AS WHEN A MAN LOVE’S A WOMAN DID FOR R.E.M.

so we have an agreement that the mute button may be pressed at any time during a program if we feel that it may have the same effect. only it wasn’t on sunday. as such i have had the song on repeat on the iPod since, to cleanse my mind. the argument then escalated into me telling her that her taste in music is crap, and that she LISTENS to music, she just doesn’t HEAR it. and it’s the fault of people like her that has turned classic songs such as Hallelujah from being a work of art crafted by Leonard Cohen into “that song form shrek”. but thats a story for another day.

i shall leave you with the delight that is a recording of Brandi Carlile performing The Story live on Jools Holland.

ttfn

sime.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what
I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you

POLY STYRENE.

I have ‘borrowed’ this report on Poly’s death from SFR’s Four Dinner’s, who himself shamelessly ‘lifted’ it from the net…. as he said “I couldn’t find the words myself…”

Death Of A Heroine Of Mine and Many Others


Sadly, the punk world lost one of its great pioneers this week as X-Ray Spex‘s iconic leader Poly Styrene (aka Marian Joan Elliott-Said) succumbed to breast cancer. She was 53 years old.
The British-born singer was an inimitable voice in the first-generation London punk scene and the defining face of a heroic band that consistently broke from convention. On Tuesday, rumours of her death became increasingly credible, fuelled by condolences on her Facebook page, and her UK spokesperson confirmed the news early Tuesday morning.
“Poly Styrene was a punk amongst punks,” her representatives said in a statement. “A ground-breaking presence that left an unrepeatable mark on the musical landscape, she made history the moment she uttered, ‘Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard but I think oh bondage up yours!’ The influence of Poly and X-ray Spex has been felt far and wide ever since. Their landmark album ‘Germ Free Adolescents’ is a landmark work and a primary influence on Britpop and Riot Grrrl. At the centre of it was Poly Styrene, a bi-racial feminist punk with the perfect voice to soundtrack rebellion. Poly never sacrificed the intelligence or the fun in her music and style. Her trademark braces and day-glow clothes were a playful rejection of the status quo and of conformity and complacency. She dissected gender politics, consumer culture, and the obsessions of modern life in a way that made us all want sing along with her.”
Loaded with witty, anti-establishment sentiments that seemed to dismiss proper feminism in favour of fierce individualism, Styrene informed the Riot Grrrl movement that would follow, long after she abandoned X-Ray Spex in 1979. The band’s one true hit, ‘Oh Bondage, Up Yours,’ remains a key track in punk history, having proved itself a timeless classic. Like many punk bands from the era, their career lasted just three years with few, intermittent reunions thereafter, but their mark on the genre, the culture and music history at large is immeasurable.

Styrene left X-Ray Spex following some personal incidents which, in hindsight, only further solidified her as a punk goddess — including claims that she suffered from hallucinations and a period in which she joined the Hare Krishna’s. A solo career in the 1980s kept her name out there but was a mixed bag both in terms of the music (which ranged from dance-punk to something more akin to New Age) and in terms of the reception. More recently, she had a more earnest comeback, championed by a new solo album, ‘Generation Indigo,’ which was a return to form, gloriously recalling her days in X-Ray Spex. In a tragic coincidence, that album was released on the same day she passed away.
In February, Styrene announced that she had breast cancer. A Facebook update, dated April 19, reads, “Slowly, slowly trying to get better, miss my walk along the promenade. Would be so nice to sing again, and play my new album live. It’s nice to have something positive to look forward to, Love Poly X.”
She will be missed.

the thoughts of all connected with SFR are with Poly’s family and friends at this time.

sime.