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January updates

Generally you can find me here again on a daily basis.

Work continues on the next issue of Turbulent Times, but knackeredness and other battles are taking priority.

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Libbe Matz Gang “Infantilised Britain” 7″ EP out now.

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I use and fully endorse this new noise/electronic/experimental record shop in Kentish Town.

You can even see a photo of the shop interior, with my fanzine in it here.

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If you missed my film show last summer, GX Jupitter-Larsen is now crowd-sourcing donations to get A Noisy Delivery out on DVD.

 

other places you will find me online

These are now re-listed on the sidebar.

Twitter - waffle, interesting links, records I have played whilst doing the ironing

Youtube - videos I’ve uploaded to illustrate blog posts

This Is My Jam – one tune a week

Mixcloud - stream (some of) my mixes online

Shop – various bits I am selling on amazon, discogs and ebay

I’m not on Facebook, but I’ve added Facebook “share” buttons to the blog anyway.

and…. WE’RE BACK

Proof you can’t keep a good nerd down

Ooops

All of the websites I host got seriously hacked last week.

I’m not entirely sure how it happened but all of my wordpress installations got messed up and people who looked at them were redirected to an amazing variety of scam and porn sites.

Apologies if you were affected.

The Woofah and Babylon sites are now back up.

This one is now nearly there. I’m just having some problems with my ftp connection crapping out, and the size of the backcatalogue.

Thanks to Droid, Zone Styx and Alex for their practical assistance, and to everyone who expressed sympathy or asked what was going on.

I’ve not been prolific with the posts recently for various reasons, but it’s nice to know people care!

It’s been a learning process, I might write a bit more on that soon.

Ten MORE Tigers

1. Tony the Tiger

Frosties Icon. Nowhere near as awesome as the Weetabix Skinheads, but still loads better than the Honey Monster or those goody goody Rice Krispie goons.

2. Tiger Woods

Troubled golfer. Macka B did a song about him which came out as a seven inch on Mad Professor’s Ariwa label:


3. Tigger

Hyperactive Winnie The Pooh sidekick. The original junglist:

Tigger: Come on, Rabbit. Let’s you and me bounce, huh?
Rabbit: Good heavens! M-m-m-me bounce?
Tigger: Why, certainly! And look, you’ve got the feet for it.
Rabbit: I have?
Tigger: Sure! Come on, try it! It makes ya feel just grrreat!

Tigger was also the name of my first two cats, who both met untimely road deaths.

4. The Tigress of Jowlagiri

Bodycount of fifteen. Do not mess.

5. Tamil Tigers

Possibly the inventors of suicide bombing, and also an inspiration to MIA. Not exactly a great legacy.

6. Tygers of Pan Tang

Never really liked this lot, they always seemed to appeal to the rockier punks who fancied themselves a bit. Martin recently had one of their tunes up at his which was alright, but I can’t find the link now.

7. Tiger Beer

Yes. An easy link into ragga MC Cobra here, please note for future entry. What other beers have similar names to reggae artists?

8. Le Tigre

Electro punky post-riot grrrrls. First heard this track on Tricky’s “Back To Mine” compilation which I got out of the library, like we used to in the olden days.

9. Tiger Tiger

A nightclub in London, site of 2007 car bomb. Easy to dismiss as the emodiment of Western meatmarket Decadence. But of course not every punter is as complicit as the stereotype suggests. I had a work Xmas “do” there once, for example.

10. Mac OS X Tiger

Which is what this has all been written with the assistance of. The latest “Snow Leopard” installment is obviously a lot cooler, but I’m not about to stump up for that.

Please add any more Tigers which spring to mind in the comments box…

Poll Tax Riot: it was 20 years ago today

Q: How is the Council like a Pelican?

A: They can both stick their bills up their arses.

I suppose this counts as history now? That’s definitely a sign of getting old.

A bunch of us headed down to Kennington Park and marvelled at the massive turnout. It is the second biggest demo I have ever been on, eclipsed only by the big fuck of anti- Iraq War one.

There were all sorts of people on the march, from pensioners and families to a load of punks marching under a very nice pisstaking “Freemasons Against The Poll Tax” banner.

Everyone was in good spirits, undiminished even by the patronising lefty paper sellers. The Poll Tax was one of those rare examples of a massive political issue which engaged (if not enraged) virtually everyone. The demo was culmination of mass resistance across the country, local meetings, demos and support groups springing up all over the place – everywhere.

People weren’t paying it. Like, lots and lots of people. My housemate Jon and I were eventually summoned to court for not paying it. The anteroom to the court was packed out with people of all ages. For some reason we were first up. We’d had a chat with the guy from the local anti-poll tax group and he’d given us some pointers.

The judge called me to the stand. I confirmed my identity and then demanded to see my printed record because I was sure there was an error on it. The clerk went off to get the record. There wasn’t an error on it. We then moved on to me “agreeing” to pay the poll tax in installments. I argued about the actual rate. Case closed.

Jon had been listening keenly and picked up some tips. He was also sure there was an error on his record, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He had to think about it a bit. And then some more…

Eventually the judge had enough: “YOU ARE BEING PERVERSE, MR XXXX”. I was very proud of him. He moved onto the bit about paying in installments. Which needed to be negotiated again, of course.

This all took a very long time. Which was of course the whole point. Lots of people don’t pay, lots of people jam up the court system. Our weight of numbers makes the unjust law unenforceable. Behind us the queue of other non-payers were stifling giggles. Hopefully our routine could be built on and extended by other people…

As far as I know both Jon and I stil owe a certain local council hundreds if not thousands of pounds for the poll tax. Eventually this debt had to be written off…

Anyway, twenty years ago today we rocked up at Trafalgar Square after the march and hung around a bit looking at the banners and probably buying anarchist newspapers. Waves and waves of people continued to come into the square. On the march we’d seen a lot of people, but now everyone was together the sheer scale of the event began to hit home.

Then the speeches started and someone said “come on, this is going to be really boring”. So we fucked off home. When we got in we turned the telly on, to see if the demo had made the news. And saw this:

So that kids, is how I managed to miss probably the biggest riot in my lifetime.

John Eden johnedenuk on Twitter

John Eden johnedenuk on Twitter.

My regular readers shouldn’t fret – like Matt, my heart is still in blogging… more here soon!

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rhythmplex interview: Bryan Lewis Saunders

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rhythmplex » Blog Archive » Interview: Bryan Lewis Saunders.

Bryan does incredibly intense spoken word. He sent me some CDs out of the blue a few years back. I played one of his pieces on RSI Radio vol 2 which got some good reaction at the time.

We’ve stayed in touch and I’m pleased to say he has a collaborative CD with the always brilliant Z’ev just released and has given a very revealing interview over at rhythmplex which confirmed my good thoughts about him.

In contrast to a lot of “transgressive” artists, Bryan focuses on the bleakest, darkest aspects of humanity – not as some willy-waving competition or to shock people out of their so-called consumer complacency (yawn) but because he has an incredible empathy:

“The occasional person who walks out or walks away during the show aren’t the ones I am most concerned about reaching, those people are OK in my book. It’s the few people that have the adverse reaction that concern me and scare me the most, and those are the people that I try hardest to reach out to.

The vast majority might not enjoy it but they aren’t supposed to and they know this, so they are the ones that are the most supportive and many people are hurting or personally know others that are hurting and are appreciative that I have given them a voice. They understand the method, message and goal because I make it quite obvious throughout the performance.

The occasional sicko / whack job on the other hand, that then challenges to “outmasturbate me” afterward, or says, “You just inspired me to cut off a monkey’s head! Wow, you just made me want to cut off a monkey’s head that was awesome!” those are the people that I try really hard to reach. It is probably too late for them but I try anyway, because I can identify with them and I myself fear that I could have become one of them had it not been for the arts.”

The interview is well worth reading in full and includes some of Bryan’s Youtube work.

See also bryanlewissaunders.org for more information.

Way In My Brain

The nice people hand over some blue robes and I sit, waiting for my MRI scan. NWA lyrics about being “dressed in the county blues” go round my head.

The letter said I should leave all my valuables at home, but that I could bring my own CD. People said don’t take anything too rhythmic, cos if you involuntarily brock out in there it might ruin the scan. I settled on Lull, Dave Parkin’s Snowflake mix and some Autechre.

In medical situations when they ask you a long list of questions, I always end up bursting out laughing. I know they have to do it for a good reason, but when it got down to “have you ever had a shrapnel injury?” I just couldn’t help myself. If I worked there I would make up some extra ones just to keep myself amused.

I’m not really claustrophobic but you do worry about being stuck down a tube and being immobile for an indeterminate length of time. The CDs were never mentioned, but I got to listen to patches of Heart FM. I say patches because the scanning process is actually really noisy, I hadn’t sussed that. Harsh drones of varying rhythmical definition. It was actually pretty wicked. Static-ridden Heart FM in the gaps.

The last bit was especially intense, almost up to Gabba tempo, with this faint undercurrent of Duffy “begging me for mercy”. Essentially the sonic experience of having a brain scan is like something Toecutter would come up with. I doubt many people see it like that, but for my part that connection gave me a (motionless) chuckle and kept the claustrophobia at bay.

I didn’t get to see a picture of my brain. Maybe I will when the results come through in a fortnight.