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WHAT IF IAN CURTIS HADN'T HUNG HIMSELF?

And spill a lil on da curb for Andre Hicks (R.I.P.)

One recent afternoon, while ambling through the rock vinyl aisles of Amoeba Berkeley, my eye caught that great Joy Division album cover Unknown Pleasures. Wow, I thought, just how perfect is that cover artwork that was actually taken from an edition of the Cambridge Encyclopedia of Astronomy?  And how even more perfect is that whole album - originally released on June 15th, 1979?   I could listen to it and everything by Joy Division a million times  over and never get tired of hearing it . Even the over-played and over-covered "Love Will Tear Us Apart"  (released a month after Curtis' suicide) never ages in my head. Perhaps part of the greatness of all this music is that it is frozen in time, never having to be matched by later releases from a band that came to an abrupt early end after the tragically troubled lead-singer Ian Curtis had literally kicked the bucket - instantly making him and Joy Division stuff of music legend, to be forever admired and romanticized in pop culture from afar.


But what (let's just imagine) if  Ian Kevin Curtis hadn't hung himself back on May 18th, 1980, at the young age of 23?  What, if instead, he had kept on living and making music with Joy Division (meaning of course that there would have been no New Order) cranking out (increasingly weaker and weaker) albums throughout the eighties and up until an ugly break-up in 1997 followed by Ian Curtis completely disappearing for many years up until, lets again pretend, in 2004 when the producers of VH1's Band Reunited tracks him down - finding him old, fat, bald, bitter and living in a bedsit in Birmingham. Then, encouraged by VH1's intervention, he officially pulls himself together, temporarily kicks his age old habit, and tours small clubs with a new Joy Division lineup doing at best average covers of his old songs. Not pretty, eh? Not compared to the perfectly preserved, romantically tragic Ian Curtis that is the pop culture icon today.

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Posted by Billyjam on July 1, 2007 at 08:56pm | Post a Comment

piano magic is magic!


I love Piano Magic. I know that I may throw that word "love" around a lot. But I would take back all the times I have used it, if I could use it just this one time. This band has been around for a bit over 10 years, but I only just discovered them maybe about 4 or 5 years ago. One of my friends, June, was obsessed with them. Since I like all the same music as him (Cocteau Twins/Lisa Germano/Red House Painters/This Mortal Coil/His Name Is Alive/etc.) I figured I would also love this band like he had. So my first introduction was "The Troubled Sleep of Piano Magic" back in 2003. I quickly discovered they were one of the bands that were made for people like me. I was excited for their next excellent album "Disaffected" in 2005. It is always exciting to discover a new band that has already been around for a while. It is like they somehow kept themselves hidden and their fans kept them a secret. Once you find about them, you want to keep them to yourself for a little bit. Until you just can't take it anymore and you to share them with everyone. When I always think I have already heard everything, it is nice to know there are still some great bands out there for me to discover. It's exciting.

They have just released their new album "Part Monster" on Important Records. They have  been on about 7 different labels and have had many different members. They are currently Glen Johnson, Jerome Tcherneyan, Alasdair Steer, Franck Alba and Cedric Pin. They are of course from England. They sort of fit into that ambient rock category. Dreamy and ethereal but still a rock band. Sad and emotional and all tragic. The vocalist sometimes reminds me of a mix of Jesus & Mary Chain and The Tindersticks. Sort of like what Slowdive sounded like as they were transitioning into Mojave 3. They also remind me a bit of bands like Field Mice but just with a little Black Heart Procession. That is enough band comparisons. They are just awesome and do sort of have their unique little sound.

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Posted by Brad Schelden on July 1, 2007 at 02:05pm | Post a Comment

Jaguar Lives

He Needed All Of His Nine Lives To Survive!
 







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Posted by phil blankenship on July 1, 2007 at 01:14am | Comments (1)

HOW I REMINISCE OVER YOU: THE PRE DIGITAL ERA

"Good Copy Bad Copy" - Documentary About Future of the Digital Age
Once upon a time in ye olde, pre-digital days, music fans would have to trek to their local record store on a certain day, usually a Tuesday, to acquire new music  It was the only way.  And in the great new documentary "Good Copy Bad Copy" the sample-happy artist Girl Talk reminisces on those long gone days when some of his fondest memories were formed. In the film he recalls when as a kid being accompanied to the record store with his parents to buy the  then new Nirvana CD Nevermind and how sadly that this nostalgic relationship no longer exists for most young blossoming music fans today.

Directed by European  Andreas Johnsen  the  ever engaging Good Copy Bad Copy, which so far has only been seen on the Danish Broadcasting Corporation television station,  is a well worth watching documentary about music, copyright,  and culture, and where it is headed. The one-hour documentary also features interviews with Danger Mouse, Siva Vaidhyanathan, Lawrence Lessig, and others. Below is a clip from the film. Fittingly this film, which is supportive of copyright free file sharing, is available for free download. You can access the torrent of the XviD version at The Pirate Bay on the site goodcopybadcopy.net  However, since the film producers have still only recouped a quarter of their production costs, they do request a donation - but only  if you liked the film.  And I think you will. 




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Posted by Billyjam on June 30, 2007 at 10:54pm | Post a Comment

(In which Job wrestles with his subconscious mind and recommends an album.)

It’s seven-thirty in the morning; I’ve just rolled out of bed after a weird and ultimately unhelpful dream about being accidentally tossed off the Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at Disneyland, after which I ended up drenched in water and yelling at Timothy Dalton, who was working as a security guard, for not believing that their stupid ride malfunctioned and landed me in a private parking garage.

Seriously. That’s what I was dreaming. Is it any wonder I’m awake an hour before normal? I mean, who needs that kind of crap? I am like, totally giving my subconscious mind the silent treatment today.

Two things are helping salvage my mood. One is writing this to you, of course. The other is listening to Jobriath.



This dude’s story is mostly tragic; one of the casualties of the music industry. He was glam at a time when glam had just started retiring. Bowie had already reinvented himself as a Zoot-suit wearing soul singer. Even so, Jobriath was promoted by Elektra Records as though his debut album would be more popular than The Beatles, and subsequently, God.

His half-naked frame was plastered all over cities at a time when we weren’t used to seeing such things. (I mean, nowadays it’s like, “Oh, a huge billboard of two, scantily-clad beefcakes frolicking in a pool together… in an advertisement for Toilet Duck.”) Jobriath’s first album was inescapable, and it hadn’t even been released.

So that, when it finally did hit the shelves, though it was critically acclaimed by many, it couldn’t live up to the hype that had come before it. Jobriath was eventually abandoned by his management and lived the rest of his life out in relative obscurity; his major legacy being an example to record companies on how NOT to handle a new act.

Posted by Job O Brother on June 30, 2007 at 08:17am | Comments (2)
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