This has been on my mind for a week or more now. You may recall that BBC2 was meant to air a Keith Moon documentary as part of its Living Famously series, last week on Wednesday January 22. (I was interviewed for it, which is irrelevant to what follows.) Just hours before its broadcast time, the show was recalled for 're-editing' and the Dusty Springfield episode was put out as a repeat in its place.
It was funny at the time: Keith Moon as Uncle Ernie
No one doubts that the 're-editing' decision was based on Pete Townshend's arrest the previous week. You'll surely have heard that Pete Townshend apparently used his credit card to access an infamous child-porn portal, which he has claimed was for research into the subject of child molestation that he apparently intended to cover in his autobiography. (And which, given his prior outspoken nature on the subject, many people have come forward to support him on. I'm one of them.) Townshend was arrested, but released without charge while the police examined his computer and presumably, also examined Townshend's claim that he reported his conduct (to the Internet Watch Foundation) at the time.
It may well be that the BBC documentary included footage of Keith Moon as the perverted Uncle Ernie in the movie Tommy, gleefully molesting Roger Daltrey in the title role. It's a very funny scene, partly because we know it's Keith playing the pervert, and particularly because we know it's Roger being molested: these were band mates for ten years already, don't forget, with a history of regular animosity. Still, you could forgive the BBC for editing that footage out given the current UK climate of fear and paranoia around the subject of paedophilia. It's equally possible, though I genuinely don't know, that Townshend was shown in some old footage, from a more innocent time years before he ever thought he'd be accused of such evils, talking about what a wonderfully believable pervert Keith made in that movie. (Townshend now believes he was molested as a child and that this experienced showed up in Tommy; It should be pointed out that he asked John Entwistle to write the songs that became 'Fiddle About' and 'Cousin Kevin'.) So perhaps that would need to come out, too, given the current climate and everything.
In which case, hopefully the BBC will soon reschedule the documentary. After all, Pete Townshend has not been charged with any crimes. Keith Moon has been dead over 24 years. The movie Tommy, which had a '14' certificate when released, can be rented or purchased all over the world, and come to that, Pete's openly pornographic and sexually androgynous Who songs like 'I'm A Boy' and 'Pictures Of Lily', from the 1960s, remain readily available, as well they should.
I hope I'm just being unduly paranoid and that the show will be on air soon, but if not, let's ask out loud: would it seem right for the BBC, which projects itself as the global bastion of neutrality and fair reporting, to shelve a documentary on Keith Moon just because of unsubstantiated allegations attached to the dead drummer's old songwriter? Would they not be insinuating Townshend's guilt by doing so? If someone can provide an answer, I'd love to hear it.
Went out last night to hear my good friend and neighbor Nava Renek read from her debut novel Spiritland at the East Village literary bar KGB. Spiritland is a highly engaging first-person account of a young female American tourist in Thailand, who descends into a drug-addled malaise and is drawn into dangerous dealings by her dependency. It's obvious from even a cursory read (or listen) that Nava knows of what she writes, and while I've sadly never been near Thailand, I feel like I learned much about the country's beauty, but also its less savory cultural interaction with the 'farang' tourists, from her story. I could potentially quibble about the book's rather easy conclusion, but far better-kno wn writers than Nava have frustrated me far more in that regard. With its easy language, cultural information, and increasingly seedy plot, Spiritland falls somewhere between the highbrow literary novel and the low-brow youth market, which is exactly where I like my reading to be. Spiritland may not be readily available in stores its published by an extremely small independent but what with the internet and the wonders of the postal system, that's no reason for you not to buy it if you're sufficiently intrigued.
(The reading last night served as a launch party both for Spiritland and another Spuyten Duyvil novel, The Farce by Carmen Firan. I didn't stay for Firan's reading: I had a friend's birthday dinner to attend, which not unexpectedly concluded with a raging debate about the (im)morality of the impending war in Iraq, with almost every perspective represented. No one likes arguing at the dinner table, but by doing so, we each of us forced each of the others to further think through and clarify his/her position. This dialogue and debate is vital to our fuller understanding of the issues and our hope for a more peaceful world. Which means that though it was a frustrating end to a wonderful meal, I really appreciated the discussion.)
This was my first visit to KGB, which tells you just how far I remain removed from New York literary circles. The bar is above a theater, and is in the former home to the Ukranian-American League which was, according to the New York Times, a "meeting place for cold war Communists and Socialists." The bar's new owners opted to keep the Communist memorabilia as an instantly identifiable (and for them inexpensive) theme, and as such the room includes many artistically fascinating posters and banners, a bust of Lenin, and a giant hammer-and-sickle flag fluttering above the bar. The effect is an ambience somewhere between museum, revival, and curio.
Communist chic at KGB - but the revolution will not start here
Nava Renek reading from Spiritland.
Recently, on his web site, Andrew Sullivan tore into the KGB's imagery, wondering what the literati who attend the bar without comment would say if someone started an author's club decorated with Nazi memorabilia and a giant Swastika. He has a point. The bar's kitsch Communist chic undermines the fact that Stalin killed some 20,000,000 of his own people, and that, given the track record of his successors, the various Eastern Bloc regimes and the likes of China and North Korea up to the present day, Communism is now regarded as no more a valid experiment in human progression than was Nazi-ism.
And Sullivan's criticism did force me to question my own past. In the politically charged 1980s, I followed Billy Bragg's lead in celebrating Communism chic; for a while I rather inexplicably wore a hammer-and-sickle crest around town. (I stopped after being threatened by skinheads at Selhurst Park, which proves the depth of my convictions at the time!) In the interest of full disclosure, during the same era I enjoyed a freebie weekend in Naples as part of a Red Wedge contingent invited to an all-expenses paid Italian Communist Party festival. My memory of that trip is typically British: excessive drinking and failed attempts to cop off with a fellow traveler from London whom I'd long fancied and hoped I could share a hotel room with! I did come home with a flag I liberated from a lamppost (all property is theft, right?) but it's since been discarded to the dustbin of my history.
So what can I say in defence of KGB or my own previous dalliances? Nothing really. Still, even the most conservative of art historians agree that the Soviet Communist era threw up some of history's most visually recognizable and emotionally effective propaganda, and to my mind placing such artwork on a bar wall serves more as a reference point than a call to arms. Besides, you should never look history in a box for fear that people aren't intelligent enough to learn from it. As for the giant hammer-and-sickle straddling the bar, yes it does carry a dubious connotation. But look at in context. Those who gather under a Swastika, in my experience with right-wing factions, do so as a spur to racially-charged violence and mayhem. The crowd gathered under the Communist symbol at KGB, if last night's well-heeled and well-mannered audience was anything to go by, couldn't start a revolution if they were transported into the Oval Office with Kalashnikovs and Molotovs. Let's save the rhetoric for where it's needed. (And by the way, what is it about the New York literary scene and leather trousers? Anyone?)
On the subject of friends who are authors, there are many music journalists who will remember Michelle Ferguson as the wonderfully amiable head of her own publicity firm throughout the 1990s. Michelle closed the company down a couple of years ago, though not before helping out, for no charge, with my Hedonism multi-media reading at Pseudo in 2000. Michelle is, in her own words, an "army brat," and considers the families of those in the armed services, those who get on with raising children while the breadwinner is serving a potentially lethal tour of duty, to be a massive minority frequently overlooked in the heated debates about armed conflict. To, um, combat this silent status (don't you love the English language?) she has written and self-published two children's books, Daddy, You're My Hero and Mommy, You're My Hero. More than just writing the necessarily simplistic copy, she's designed the artwork herself, and I think it's beautiful. You can see both books in their entirity here.
It's extremely easy for all of us who hate war to say so, as loudly as we want, and then carry on with our lives in the assumption that it if it does happen, at least it won't directly affect us. But when it does happen, and whether rightly or wrongly, there are countless children, wives and husbands of enlisted men and women, who must say good bye to their loved ones, not knowing for sure that they will come home safely again. We can certainly question the morality of sending them off into situations that can be avoided, but we should always be thinking of the families they leave behind. Michelle Ferguson-Cohen has done precisely that.
I've been at work trying to clean up the iJamming! layout so that what I see when I design these pages coincides with what you see on your browser. (I.e., no more ultra big type because your browser has different font sizes than mine.) It's involving a certain amount of trial and error and lots of late night candle burning, though the benefit of the latter is listening to all the great music that keeps coming through. The February playlist looks like being a good one. And the page that's the design guinea pig right now is a lengthy 2002 Year In Review a few weeks into the New Year perhaps, but a chance for me to reflect on a number of things at a time when I'm going through some crucial personal-professional developments. Three other interviews that other people kindly helped transcribe and clear up but still require me to do the lay out, unless there's someone out there desperately keen to be the site's design co-ordinator for absolutely no remuneration whatsoever are 2 Many Djs, the John Entwistle interview for the Moon book, and the Killing Joke interview from Jamming! 10. Hopefully I can get at least a couple of those up over the coming weekend.
The site has been short of pictures this week. So though it has nothing to do with the current postings, I thought you might like this photo I took in the Catskills earlier in January. With its staggering natural beauty, you can see why the region has always attracted visual artists.
Like any good citizen, I watched the State of the Union address last night to get a feel for how determined President George W. Bush is about a war with Iraq (answer: as much as ever) and how soon he wants to launch it (answer: yesterday). I knew that the domestic proposals would be overshadowed by the military half of the speech, and I'll leave it to those with a better grasp of budgets and economic theory to suggest how damaging or, indeed, perhaps helpful the various tax and medicare proposals may turn out to be.
Still, there were some sections of his speech I can not let go without comment. Bush's unexpected offer to take on the AIDS crisis in Africa certainly caused us to sit up in our seats here, and we hope that it doesn't come tethered with a right-wing refusal to distribute medicine to those who would also distribute condoms. But nothing piqued our attention like his entirely unexpected suggestion that "American can lead the world in developing clean, hydrogen-powered automobiles."
Did we hear correctly? Was this George W. Bush, the scion of a major oil family, a former oil businessman, the leader of the "oil government," the man whose likely war against Iraq is, we are told by the cheerleaders for the anti-war movement, all about "blood for oil", truly suggesting that we abandon our gas-guzzling S.U.V.'s, and take up futuristic non fossil-fuel automobiles?
Not necessarily. There's considerable debate about how much fossil fuel has to be used to produce the hydrogen for these automobiles, and whether the pollution is merely produced elsewhere in the process of driving. (Naturally, I heard this debate on WNYC; a clearly enthused Brian Lehrer promised a future segment exclusively about hydrogen-powered automobiles so that we can all learn more on the subject.) And hydrogen-powered cars are but the tip of the environmental iceberg. Where are the specific proposals for solar-powered houses, wind-powered villages? Where's the clearly defined call for reduced consumption of disposable goods and our ongoing environmental waste?
But while all those questions remain, let's focus on the President's closing comment on the energy subject.
"Join me in this important innovation to make our air significantly cleaner, and our country much less dependent on foreign sources of energy."
Now, the cynics will consider this at worst an outright lie, and at best, a sop to the claim that war on Iraq is about controlling foreign sources of energy. But if we are to assume that Bush's resolve was genuine when discussing the impending war to remove Saddam Hussein, or, to take a different tack, when proselytizing about God's ability to cure drug addiction (in a country that proclaims separation of church and State, I find Bush's Christian evangelism to be the most disturbing of all his personality traits), then why should not also take his comment about reducing our dependence on foreign energy as being equally genuine? Clearly, this is a President who doesn't mind espousing unpopular beliefs, knowing full well that they will rile large segments of the domestic and international population. Is it not at least possible that this is another of his genuinely held beliefs, even though it goes against the financial interests of his closest constituency? Is it at all possible that the President, to use a particularly evangelical term, has seen the light?
God knows. (If Anyone.) But here's my conclusion. Bush spent a full 30 minutes of a one-hour speech defending his decision to remove the dictator of a major oil-producing country by military force if necessary. He spent just a few seconds suggesting that our domestic problems (and though unstated, perhaps the whole planet's) are caused by our acquisition, consumption of and dependence on foreign oil. To me, these statements stand side by side. They are of equal importance. The domestic and the international are completely and totally intwined. We can not go to war on Hussein without accepting our need to move away from our dependence on oil. But we wouldn't be needing to go to war if dictators such as Hussein were not so enriched by their control of oil and emboldened by their ambition to control more of it. And so I reprint Bush's words, to close out today's non-music posting, and I will reprint them periodically should I feel that he is not standing by them or putting them into practice. To me, they're the most singly important words of the speech and they have the most resonance for a more peaceful and environmentally sound planet.
"Join me in this important innovation to make
Our country much less dependent on foreign sources of energy."
Renegade Soundwave, Meat Beat Manifesto, Todd Terry, Sterling Void, Radio 4, Metro Area, The Prodigy, The Messiah, Lee 'Scratch' Perry, Apocalypse, Soho, Saint Etienne, Hardfloor, Donna Summer, 808 State, Orbital, Joey Beltram, Lionrock, David Holmes, Inspiral Carpets, The Farm, Happy Mondays, Soup Dragons, Chapterhouse, Stone Roses
If you were among those who braved the sub-zero temperatures last night for Transmission at Plant, you would have heard me spinning all the above and more. You were probably also out there on the dance floor, given that there was at least a half hour period where everyone in the place seemed to be up and shaking their legs, including some on the tables and bar tops. I'd like to take full credit for inspiring this refreshing show of beat-the-January-winter-blues exuberance, but bartender Luke, who also performs in a happening New York band, gets the props for slipping in a couple of cuts midway through my set (more or less while I wasn't looking) and upping the tempo appropriately. After that there was no looking back. Not sure when I last witnessed such a Monday night mad house. I had a blast. Looks like everyone else did too. Thanks to Dan for having me. And it was a relief to just get out and let loose and not have to think about all the bad news in the world for a few hours.
January in the northern hemisphere is the traditional time for city types to hibernate and for those with apartments that afford the luxury, to cook dinner for friends. I've just gotten through a weekend of three such evenings, all of at which we were the guests, all with good enough food to be served in some of the city's better restaurants, and all with the kind of personal company that makes you grateful that you can call your hosts your friends. Along with some superb dishes, including an eggplant curry, a gypsy stew, a couple of vegetable chillis, a truly imaginative vegetable lasagne, and two hearty apple crumble/pies (this was over three nights, remember!), the dinners offered the chance to open some interesting wines.
These included a sparkling Clairette de Die from the Alps region of France just east of my beloved Rhône (80% Muscat, 20% Clairette, it's slightly sweet and under 8% alcohol, though I'm not sure if it's better as an aperitif or dessert wine), and a new Cabernet Franc Le Breton 2001 from that grape's Long Island champions, Schneider. This wine, intended as a more forward, younger and less expensive partner to the popular if sometimes controversial oak-aged Schneider Cab Franc, breaks further with convention: 80% of it is tank-fermented from a Pinot Noir yeast, 10% goes through carbonic maceration a la the Beaujolais style, and 10% of it is barrel-fermented saignee-extracted rosé. If that doesn't make sense, just take my word for it that it's a lovely up-front cabernet franc that showcases the best of new world imagination - and that traditionalists will hate it. (For more on the battle with soil for Cabernet Franc's soul, click here.)
This was also a massive weekend on the sports front, of course. And yes, I am talking about the FA Cup and not the Super Bowl. (There's a good piece about televised footie in the States here.) Crystal Palace is by no one's definition a small club, and yet our inability to stay in the Premiership means we are all but shut out of televised games outside the UK. The last time I watched Palace on TV was in our League Cup run of two ago when we gloried on being broadcast live by satellite three times in six weeks, only to go out in the semi-final to Liverpool, and in a 5-0 second leg drubbing at that. Watching Crystal Palace take on Liverpool again in the Fourth Round of the greatest domestic cup competition in the world, was therefore always going to be the highlight of my weekend.
Sunday morning at Nevada Smiths saw the same six Palace fans as followed our League Cup run of two years ago; my good mate Geoffrey aside, I hadn't seen any of them in the 24 months in between, but it felt like only yesterday. Several of us wondered aloud about who was who in the Trevor Francis-coached team (which has changed beyond recognition these last 24 months), but once we'd identified them, it was like we'd known them forever too. The atmosphere, as always in the FA Cup, and especially between Palace and Liverpool, was electric, and the bar had the sense to turn the commentary up loud enough that I really felt like I was back on the Holmesdale. (Or the Whitehorse as a kid: I got a ribbing for bringing a 'packed lunch' with me.) And it's odd the little things that get your heart going: the cameras showed a spectacularly beautiful sunset over the back of the old stand, and the six of us spontaneously broke into a chorus of "South London, la la la
On the footballing front, Palace acquitted themselves admirably, taking the game to a Liverpool side that was looking clearly rattled by the end of it. On a straightforward evaluation, you simply wouldn't have known that the Palace team are effectively a bunch of nobodies and that half the Liverpool team played in the World Cup. However, it's my personal opinion that any team with Emile Heskey in it (i.e. Liverpool and the England national team) is never going to overly worry its opponents, and indeed the nearest that donkey came to scoring was with a deft touch on his own goal-line that miraculously went over the bar. The commentator credited Heskey's defensive skills; I maintain he was simply trying to get the ball in the net at one end or the other and failing as ever.
Unfortunately, Palace had their own match for Heskey in Dele Adebola, who displayed a similar tendency to use brute force in place of wily manouevring and an equal inability to find the net. In addition, Adebola went in for a clumsy challenge on the Liverpool keeper that saw Chris Kirkland carted off on a stretcher; sorry about that.
Late in the game, figuring rightly that there was nothing to lose, Trevor Francis brought on some young players to let loose. There's nothing in the world to compare with watching a cocky 18-year old like Wayne Routledge disrespect some of the finest names in his sport, and though Routledge is no Michael Owen, neither, on yesterday's form, was Michael Owen.
So 0-0 it was. History and form dictates that the underdog rarely survives a second bite of the cherry especially away from home. This may be as close to triumph as Palace gets all season. And I loved every moment of it.
In the interest of fairness, I should note that there was apparently a major football competition in the States yesterday as well. And that Millwall are obviously not the only sour losers in sport. Oakland fans went on the rampage after losing to Tampa Bay in the Super Bowl yesterday.
During some down time yesterday, I read the Times' Week In Review section. The back cover had this absolutely beautiful picture of a marsh Arab village in Iraq, with little mud huts built across a series of tiny marsh islands all connected by boat. (The picture is not on the Times' web site.) My initial feeling, upon seeing that this was a real photo and not a painting, was that I would love to see such places close up when the region is more stable and I have the cash. No such luck: according to the Times, "Mr. Hussein's battalions all but eliminated the wetlands over a six-month period in 1992, turning them into a dusty, uninhabitable desert. The United Nations has described the process as one of the world's greatest environmental disasters."
Elsewhere in the section, the Times tried to add up the number of Iraqis that Saddam Hussein has killed over his years in power. Of course, in a secretive police state, such figures are bound to be guesses, but the paper estimates at least 1,000,000 out of a 22,000,000 population have lost their lives between Hussein's wars with his neighboring countries and his domestic executions. It's the tactics that make the hardest reading.
The New York Times, to reiterate to those who don't know, is famously liberal, and its editorial yesterday rightly called for a delay to military action. But even old lefties can only be pushed so far, and Maureen Dowd, whose flimsy childlike columns I rarely derive any entertainment from, arrived at the following pithy but poignant conclusion yesterday. "The allies have no moral authority on the subject of standing up to tyrants who invade their neighbors and gas their own people. And they have no interest, as American conservatives do, in helping Israel by getting rid of Saddam. At last, Mr. Bush has found a compelling rationale for his Iraq policy: France and Germany are against it." She's joking, of course. I think.
Enough politics from me today. There are others who argue this stuff all day long and do it much better than me. I've lauded him several times before, but Andrew Sullivan's posts today, Monday, outdo even his own past correspondence for clear-headed moral certainty. (This is prior to any commentary he will likely make on the Weapons Inspectors' report to the UN.) You don't need to share his conclusions we live in societies that embrace freedom of speech, rather than ones that repress it but in the interests of having the fullest debate possible, it would be a good idea to at least read them.
I'll be spinning records tonight at Plant, as part of Transmission. Expect them to have more of a dance beat than some of my recent more guitar-based sets. And expect plenty obscurities and several strange connections.
JANUARY 20-26: Divisions of Laura Lee, Burning Brides, Words On War, Child Abuse of a Different Kind, Losing My Edge
JANUARY 13-19: Pete Townshend, Pee Wee Herman, South Park and more Pete Townshend
JANUARY 6-12: Interpol in concert, Tony Fletcher's Top 10 Albums and Singles of 2002, More on Joe Strummer and The Clash, Fever Pitch and Bend It Like Beckham.
DECEMBER 31 2002 -JAN 5 2003: A tribute to Joe Strummer, Radio 4 live on New Year's Eve
DECEMBER 25-30: NO POSTINGS: ON VACATION
DECEMBER 16-24: Metro Area, Breakbeat Science, Sting makes Wine, New York Downtown redesigns, Keith Moon anecdotes, Campbell's jokes.
DECEMBER 9-15: Tiswas, pledge drives, The View from Up North
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