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14 Apr 14 | Re: Unionationopolitical non-campaigning | Link-U-Post
You don’t get full coverage of the Scottish referendum campaigning here in the East of England, but I’ve had the antennas up for a while for something I’ve been expecting and I haven’t yet detected it. Let’s see if you can guess what it is. Here are the main groups involved that I have heard about:
The three dots at point four stand in for the gap I was expecting to see filled. You don’t have to be Laurence Fishburne to see that there is something missing from the matrix: where are the English people who want to set Scotland free? Whether mad little Englanders who’ve somehow got up the energy to hate the Scots, or Tories who want to guarantee an eternity of Conservative rule in England and Wales, or myopic TV viewers who want the weather map to be bigger, or heraldry buffs who want to see what happens with the flag, I thought that if only out of wanton mischief, one of the loudest voices would be an English-led Bye Bye Scotland campaign. But there’s been nothing that I’ve seen. Nothing.
I’m not saying that I want Scotland to go. I’m just surprised that no one else is saying they do. With the Yes lot apparently behind in the polls, English people who want the historically interesting decision NEED to get involved and at least put up a few posters. Or, if David Cameron were to join such a campaign, it might prove the ultimate trump card in favour of a No. Either way, if anyone knows that this is in fact happening, please send word.
Posted by PHLEGIAS at 22:19
19 Apr 14 | Re: Vicarious chart success | Link-U-Post
This weekend in overall chart terms might seem run of the mill: another soulful dance tune crashing in at number 1 just as they have five times in 2014 already. But for me personally it’s a little more significant because this is the first time I have helped get the number 1 single to number 1 since Brimful of Asha.
It’s a pretty good feeling, buying a song in its first week and seeing it go on to top the chart. Buying any song in its first week out already makes you feel like a bit of an insider, but the success turbo-charges that unearned ego boost. The charts were always designed to make people treat music like football and this is the equivalent of going on a good cup run, crossing your fingers and hoping that your favourite will deliver, knowing that there are a few tens of thousands of other people who see in them what you see.
The track in question is Hideaway by Kiesza - you’ve probably heard it if you have any kind of ear on pop music since it’s been everywhere, but if you haven’t it (and the video) (and the Greg James take-off of the video) are well worth a look. In fact, if you have fond memories of 90s music but haven’t been bothering with Radio 1 for a few years, now might be a very good time to reacquaint yourself with pop music generally. With Duke Dumont, Le Youth, Gorgon City, Disclosure and various others all having hits we seem to be in some kind of golden age.
At a stretch there are a few similarities between Hideaway and Brimful of Asha. It’s a first charting single by an act that has already had a few stabs in obscurity; it’s riding a trend (big beat for Cornershop, deep house for Kiesza) but perhaps not a completely dead-on example of that trend; it’s been acclaimed by critics who are now delighted to see the public agree with them. Whether Kiesza will go on to make an album as incredible as Handcream for a Generation remains to be seen: hope she does.
Posted by CIACCO at 14:23
31 Mar 14 | Re: Box office smash | Link-U-Post
Tickets for Kate Bush’s first live shows in 35 years have sold out in less than 15 minutes, to touts.
Tickets for the 22 dates at London’s Hammersmith Apollo went on sale at 09:30 GMT on Friday morning when most real customers would have been at work ‒ prime time for organised touts.
The star said she was “completely overwhelmed by the response”. “Thank you so much to ticket touts everywhere,” she added.
The Before the Dawn concerts, which take place this August and September, mark a bonanza for touts, being the singer’s first return to the stage since The Tour Of Life in 1979.
Demand from touts was so high that the singer’s own website, as well as some ticket-selling sites, crashed as the questionably ethical entrepreneurs, and their many agents and bots, tried to log on.
The BBC’s Colin Paterson reported that tickets with a laughable face value of £135 were already being offered on sale by touts on secondary ticketing sites for more than £1000, representing the true amount that could be squeezed out of genuine punters.
Bush was just 20 when she completed her one and only tour, a year after topping the charts with Wuthering Heights.
The six-week tour, which travelled around Britain and mainland Europe, ended at the Hammersmith Odeon.
Following the initial announcement of 15 dates last week, seven more dates were added in response to “massive pre-sale demand” from touts.
“Kate decided to add the extra shows in a bid to make sure as many people who wish to see a show can do so,” said the official statement, “provided they stump up a grand to a tout.”
A spokesman for Ticketmaster UK described the tout-led demand for tickets as “phenomenal”.
“At our peak, the Ticketmaster website had over 65,000 automated bot programs looking for tickets on behalf of over 12 touting organisations,” said Simon Presswell.
“Despite playing 22 dates, demand from touts has significantly exceeded the number of tickets available so regrettably a number of fans will be left disappointed, and all will have to pay over the odds.”
Bush, whose hits include Running Up That Hill and Babooshka, last released an album in 2011 ‒ the Brit-nominated 50 Words For Snow.
The 55-year-old singer received a CBE for services to music last year.
(via BBC News)
Posted by MAXIMILIAN II at 22:32
... Goonrock I find most beguiling ... pole-greasing careerists ... assent past the point of absurdity ... sly one slips from the shadows ... she mutated into something even bigger ... Top Media Geek ... laugh with delight, long and loud ... all the big beat fun stuff
... hapless Buttons-type character ... fictional Radiohead-appreciator ... The last proper one must be Edward I ... a fortress built out of the blood of thousands of slaughtered bulls ... drummers shivering in vests ... Back to the drawing board, chart-watchers!
... messing up the next edition of the Guinness Book of Hit Singles ... a carboard signpost pointing the way down Plot Street ... eat old peanuts out of the sofa ... the Funky Giraffe baby product range ... All objections are cant ... jacket-wearing nonsense ... just enough mud sticking ... the arch-users of that particular fiddle ... slack-jawed cogitation ... a full-body frown that exerts every single muscle ... far too much of the intricate robot gubbins.
... characteristically nasal delivery ... too much democracy ... all-killer-no-filler dancefloor bangers ... a grimly eccentric minority ... West End-style camped up non-rock ... a ripping winner’s single ... a lovely lullaby.
Galahad Roger Potter ... to her surprise Aslan appears ... a pink smartphone on a Saturday night ... a thousand eloquent turns of phrase ... someone will invent a great big battery ... the land of tooth obsession ... the virtue of knaves ... an ideal snack for a train journey ... a vaguely arty, continental bloke?
... waxy-surfaced nick-nack ... tip-top, AV-elected representatives folky bits ... Garbage (if you count them) ... poor, poor Lib Dems ... that same train-window feel ... crud scraping ... world wig-out shortage ... brainless fawning over royalistic trivia ... twice as hard next time ... good material for sit-com sex.
A great new approach to dinner drinking ... scratchy breakdown bit ... beacon of oratorial skill ... Why, John Power? Why? ... little clumps of fact ... musical alchemists ... a little patch of bad skin on one hand ... feedback squealing vaguely ... the most rational human alive ... you may be exactly the same as me.
... Pshaaaaw! to all of that ... fascinating mechanical clock ... digestives in the shape of a loaf of bread ... endless popgun barrage of short-sentence trivia ... What do we all think about that, eh?
Michael Parkinson ... A train of thought that started with tea ... carrots ... the most generous funny man in double act history ... joining in the great haiku-writing tradition ... long, orange vegetable ... Jay-Z agrees ... unanimous nominee ... distinctive brand of slow service.
York and Lancaster ... spoiling the line of my trousers ... doughty journeyman ... bop about in one of his fine jackets ... almost worth watching ... Joan of Arc’s canonisation ... recommending expensive food and clothes ... What a silly magazine Q is.
But a radical sees a little further ... cute little pickaxe ... a meter not normally assigned to any word in the English language ... an ingenious way to reward superfans ... Not Echobelly ... the company directors probably kept most of the saving ... the smallest Mr Man ... a Lepidus fan who just wants to talk Lepidus.
... distinctly pedestrian raps ... Look on my works and despair! ... Stevland “Stevie” Wonder ... flim-flam and dross ... cooing, benevolent soft-soaper ... metaphor, onomatopoeia, synecdoche, hypallage ... inexplicable pop-up rapper ... cherish loveliness ... named after a moon goddess or whatever ... a birthday on the 39th ... like a heart-shaped coffee spoon ... Victoria Hesketh ... three poorly-dressed blokes ... the Roman geezer ... Maddening cereal design ... a bit of low-level recognition ... the elusive sharp end of Lawro’s wit ... exactly what Marvel Comics need.
... special occasions are going to involve speeches ... “just a fan in a suit” ... commentary box hate figure ... magisterial preface ... the notoriously rigorous UEFA coaching badge ... whoever else she is ... match the style of the master ... another milestone in gender equality ... football-haters, block-heads and innumerates ... fount of bons mots ... exposure to Nick Grimshaw ... good old David James ... slightly surprised ... reasons for messing everything up ... he’s making it up as he goes along.
Prancing about like a nincompoop in the town centre ... music on a razor’s edge ... sausage-fingered musical regressionists ... still preoccupied with 1985 ... jolly, benign busybodies ... my zero followers ... Looks pretty though.
Hardly Hard-Fi territory, I think you’ll agree ... kazoo-and-saucepan bands ... mooching buddy ... Mrs Tolkien put her foot down ... only ever really existed on Planet Bushell ... actually quite a nice sign ... cavorting more than a sportsman strictly ought ... made the mistake of copying Shed Seven instead.
... going from door to door trying all the handles ... ignominious foundering collapse ... There is a lot of religion in it ... answer to that: play better ... He also says that he is dapper ... tour de force of restrained longing ... the word ‘ghastly’ might be involved at some point.
... an idealised dancefloor where the stars have aligned ... unfussy, mathematically minded nation ... the triumph of wide-eyed teenage promise ... fail ... my most up-to-date thoughts ... A-list wigsbies ... a picturesque fragility ... doesn’t always show the expected level of respect ... no sooner buy a CD single than a penny-farthing ... pure dance gold ... instead of onions I substituted eggs ... better without the sides ... I wonder if the Bahranians are watching.
... it just stretches out and fades away ... you don’t actually write all the questions out ... pictures of gurning old women ... a twinkling miscellany of other incidentalia ... especially the boiling cauldron bit ... stripily garish woollen socks ... Santa-suited disco dancers ... in aching anticipation ... the admirable Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero ... come on, audio people ... rather takes the edge off the feminist intent ... Britain has never won it ... despotic or bonkers or charismatic ... nostalgia, only for another place ... brain-exerciser ... shovelling junk mail into landfill sites ... got the idea from the prog band ASIA ... that woman out of Madison Avenue ... this panegyric isn’t post-gig euphoria.
I believe the G usually stands for God ... Wrestling fans should have had no problem ... the ‘have mercy’ element can get missed ... a sign made of a grimy blue tarpaulin ... an air of real gravitas ... a nice new dodgy flat in Bristol ... warm and welcoming ... Oirish no-hopers ... lucky country ... as stretched-out as Peter Crouch ... question rate ... the millions of Mills’s minions ... You have to admire the guy.
... What does it mean for God to rest? ... bling bling baby ... gunged up with big hits ... 0.1% of the prize money ... draw back the cloak of invisibility ... oily megalopolis ... zenarchistic pop pragmatists ... legalise at least some drugs ... urchin and Becker fans.
... you STILL get equal boys and girls ... Score one for the Chinese government I suppose ... moan about something that is bound to happen ... Lando is the right answer ... shake their fists at the monitor ... a strange land of mountains, horsemen and tour cyclists ... goats on tightropes ... in the style of Digitiser ... plenty of water in the southern hemisphere, sure ... create your own ... an accordion player called Corn Mo ... a point for drummer ... Sweden and everywhere else ... a bit like the wooden spoon ... O-trivia Newton John ... it would one day be misused by the chief executive of the Independent Schools Council ... out of the bank.
... may not actually have a surname at all ... crew of gangster midgets ... the heirs of the mighty conqueror ... woolly turtleneck ... directional trend-setting demigods ... seven in almost 1000 years ... run-of-the-mill internet raving ... must be time for a second ... pleasantly rounded, like a genial uncle ... only writing LOL if you actually laugh out loud ... replace hat, arrange hair, check hat, take towel ... a facsimile of knowledge ... impossibly dramatic and thrilling ... cool eh? ... you know, for fun ... doesn’t actually answer or even appear to understand even one of the questions ... First post done.