"In The White Stripes, it was impossible to share the good moments with Meg because she was very uninterested. If something nice happened, it wasn't like we would hug or have a drink. That wasn't what went on. We would record a White Stripes song in the studio and it would be me, Meg and an engineer. So we would finish a mix of a song and I'd say, 'Wow! That's pretty good!' I'd look around and Meg would just be sitting there, and the engineer would just be sitting there. So it'd be sorta like, 'OK... Let's just move on to the next one.' It was just me by myself. But it was the best thing for me. It taught me a lot about trusting my gut."
Friday, 7 December 2012
In general, when one layer is in harmony the other layers are in unison or octaves. This is because a chordal texture is full, and so too many harmonized sections would not only risk clashing but also risk becoming very murky and too thick.
Strength comes from dynamic markings and using more instruments to support an element, not by having every instrument do something different.
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Because I wanted a real band-- a group of people that became like a family that wrote and recorded and went on tour together, and evolved through those experiences. Nothing else would have done it for me. But we were replacing members for every other tour; I didn't feel like I had other people who were maturing along side me. I counted out the amount of people that were in the band over the years. It was 21-- a giant amount of people. That's feeling disappointed 21 times over.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
"The other day I really hadn't slept since last week's gig at Brixton Jamm, and I was coming home on the train. I fell asleep for an hour, woke up and didn't know who I was. I was completely devastated and I burst into tears. The train was parked up. Apparently I'd been shouting in my sleep as well, so they'd just left me. I knew I shouldn't be crying. The train manager said: 'What's the matter?' I told him straight: 'Look, I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am.' He said: 'You're Peter.' And I was going: 'No, no, I'm not.' Then bang, everything flooded back. I got my bag and ran off. But it was a really horrible feeling and I can imagine it in a few years just lasting longer and longer."
Monday, 26 November 2012
A melancholy painting of Amy Winehouse, made shortly after the singer's death in July 2011, has been acquired by the National Portrait Gallery in London.
The work by South African artist Marlene Dumas is not huge – no bigger than a sheet of A3 paper – but it packs a punch carrying "tremendous emotive power", said the gallery's contemporary curator Sarah Howgate.
The title, Amy-Blue, and the translucent colours used by Dumas point to the singer's musical influences as much to the melancholy of her life.
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Sunday, 25 November 2012
Janis called me one day, and I'd never met her, ever. "Hi, Bobby," she goes, "this is Janis Joplin." Now, obviously I'm thinking, someone's playing a joke. So, I say, "Hi, this is James Brown, how're you doing?" But she wanted to record one of my songs with me, and asked me down the studio… I remember her coming and sitting in my car, asking me, where you get a car like this from? And I said, from recording with people like you, honey. And she laughed, and started singing, "Oh Lord, won't you buy me… " Twenty-five years later I heard that on a commercial, and that was mind-blowing because the first thing I thought about was her sitting in the car, going, let's go back into the studio and cut this. And I remember Paul Rothchild, her producer, saying, "Janis, can't we just do this another time?" And her going, "Ahhh, lets just do it now." I remember going to her hotel with her, and we stayed up all night, just talking about music… and I've got to be honest, I did have drugs with me, but it wasn't what she did. She was into girls [heroin], and I was into boys [cocaine]… and suddenly the phone was ringing, and whoever the guy was, asked: "Janis, is anyone with you?" And she said: "Bobby Womack", and he said, "I'm not coming up unless Bobby leaves." I've never understood that. She said, "You've got to go." We'll get together tomorrow, whatever. And as I was going down on the elevator, I remember hearing him running up the steps. I often wonder to this day who that was … a couple of hours later Paul called me … and said, "Bobby, she's dead." Stories like that, true stories, make you write, have something to say, have something to live for. They turn your life around.
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
...i vidjeli smo bogami, i baš je pasalo po muljavoj večeri u jednoj od zadnjih kino dvorana s dušom koje su preživjele u Zagrebu. Studenstki centar sa svojim starinskim udobnim stolicama idealno je mjesto da se zavalite u kišnu večer i kao u nekom filmu iz pedesetih - nije bitno da li francuskom, talijanskom ili američkom, ali crno bijelom svakako - uživate sa najvećim Wagnerom među rokerima.
preuzeto s Muzika.hr
Monday, 29 October 2012
...Barrie insisted that it be erected in the middle of the night to give the illusion that the sculpture had appeared by magic. Thus, the statue appeared ‘magically’ on 1st May 1912 (May Day), the very same day in which Barrie placed the following announcement in The Times:
"There is a surprise in store for the children who go to Kensington Gardens to feed the ducks in the Serpentine this morning. Down by the little bay on the south-western side of the tail of the Serpentine they will find a May-day gift by Mr J.M. Barrie, a figure of Peter Pan blowing his pipe on the stump of a tree, with fairies and mice and squirrels all around. It is the work of Sir George Frampton, and the bronze figure of the boy who would never grow up is delightfully conceived."
Sunday, 28 October 2012
...today they are not the Massive Attack that made Blue Lines. Tricky departed not long after the release of the album, as did Shara Nelson, their first and greatest singer, both claiming they had not been given enough recognition for their contributions to the Massive Attack sound.
The original idea that was Massive Attack – the collective, elastic, shape-shifting but essentially tight-knit, identity that helped make Blue Linessuch a groundbreaking album has long since evaporated. The album, in all its newly polished glory, remains: a testament to a time when their vision was a truly collective one that challenged the notion of the pop group as well as the pop song. Twenty-one years on, Blue Lines still feels like a blueprint for a different kind of pop future: stranger, richer, day-dreamier.
Sunday, 21 October 2012
When you get to that big level of proper superstar DJs, it just makes me sad. So much of that world is just about women in cages with no clothes on. I think that whole format is so tired, and it automatically puts women in the position where they're there to dance to the DJs, rather than being the people who create music. Touring with Tiësto for the documentary, it was just a bit depressing. It's not his fault: he likes girls just as much as they like him, it's just the way it is. I always want to be surrounded by fat, hairy men when I play Ibiza as an antidote to what's become an accepted format. Sometimes I see groupies with DJs and I just want to be like, "Nooo! Please have some self-respect! Come and talk to me!" The big sister in me comes out and it's hard. But I can't say anything. I just have to be quiet and let it happen.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Austin Chapman was born profoundly deaf. But earlier this month, that changed when Chapman got new hearing aids.
"Being able to hear the music for the first time ever was unreal. When Mozart's Lacrimosa came on, I was blown away by the beauty of it. At one point of the song, it sounded like angels singing and I suddenly realized that this was the first time I was able to appreciate music. Tears rolled down my face and I tried to hide it. But when I looked over I saw that there wasn't a dry eye in the car. But silence is still my favorite sound," he writes. "When I turn my aids off my thoughts become more clear and it's absolutely peaceful."
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
"...after a break for "Nothing Compares 2 U" and, uh, Sarah McLachlan's "Angel", Prince finally picked up his guitar. The hits were all his: "Raspberry Beret" and "Cream" to name two. But there was also a spirited rendition and interpolation of Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough", a nice hit to rip into once you've sort of gotten tired of singing your own. Then came the opening notes of "Purple Rain" and a curious declaration: "I don't need to be here, but I want to be here.""
taken from Pitchfork
Sunday, 23 September 2012
"People are always talking about freedom, the freedom to live a certain way without being kicked around. 'Course the more you live a certain way the less it feels like freedom. Me? I can change during the course of a day. When I wake I'm one person, when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else. I don't know who I am most of the time. It's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow all in the same room. There's no telling what can happen."
I'm Not There, the movie
Saturday, 15 September 2012
"I just bought Underworld's Barking, the Limited Edition version. I will not open it until I tell this girl how I love her. How I think about her constantly. How I dream about her every night. How everything reminds me of her. How I can never be sad knowing I can always think of her. Until that day, I will always have the greatest band in the world to listen to."
Sunday, 29 July 2012
"What I do is sing about a way of being and, once the music exists, I feel like I could be this thing I'm singing about," says Coyne. "With The Soft Bulletin I was singing about being more caring, more open, more accepting." He pauses, which is rare. "After my father died I realised I didn't know if I wanted to keep knowing how brutal the world can be. The Soft Bulletin is a quest. It's saying 'I think life is more beautiful than it is horrible,' but I don't really believe that. I think the world is more horrible than it is beautiful." He pauses again, momentarily downcast, then rallies. "But we have to make it beautiful."
Friday, 27 July 2012
...while the rest of us mere mortals were sweating it out in the humidity yesterday, La Gainsbourg appeared on stage fresh-as-a daisy-in white rubber skinny jeans and a matching sheer tuxedo shirt, plus zip up black ankle boots with a large pearl in each heel [we’re going to guess the Balenciaga model/muse was staying brand loyal, unless anyone can correct us?].
At times, Gainsbourg’s chilled Parisian cool clashed with the London brashness; amongst the predictable male (and female) declarations of love and proposals of marriage, there was also a new voice in the crowd, “Char-lotte! Are your shoes Mar-gie-la ?” (we swear it wasn’t us). Beware: fashion bloggers are everywhere.
taken from www.graziadaily.co.uk
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Saturday, 2 June 2012
It’s odd. I do not want people to remember me. BUT I want people to keep reading and discovering my books and comics and poems and so on. Honestly, I kind of like the idea of being semi-forgotten, so that each person who stumbles across something I’ve written, and likes it, can think of me as their own private discovery — this obscure 20th/21st century author, who no-one else in their school, pod, zone or L5 colony has ever heard of. But they have. And then if they meet someone else who has, they will know they have found a kindred soul.That’s what I’d like.
Friday, 18 May 2012
Saturday, 12 May 2012
some dogs who sleep at night / must dream of bones / and I remember your bones in flesh / and best in that dark green dress / and those high-heeled bright black shoes, you always cursed when you drank / your hair coming down / you wanted to explode out of what was holding you: rotten memories of a rotten past / and you finally got out by dying / leaving me with the rotten present / you've been dead 28 years / yet I remember you better than any of the rest / you were the only one who understood the futility of the arrangement of life / all the others were only displeased with trivial segments / carped nonsensically about nonsense / Jane, you were killed by knowing too much. here's a drink to your bones / that this dog still dreams about.
Sunday, 29 April 2012
"A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize."
Thursday, 26 April 2012
I like the fact that people are still discovering it and I don't feel like it's a noose around my neck. But at the same time, I do wonder how many times you can listen to the same piece of music. I can't think of any song that's ever been picked up like this and I do feel like saying to people sometimes 'Come on guys, there are other songs out there'.