The randomiser says “Davy Fitz for prez”
Musicians remember their worst ever gigs. And writers also relive the worst live show they ever saw. What about you lot? The worst live show I ever saw was the reformed Velvet Undergound in Paris in June 1993. They were …
Musicians remember their worst ever gigs. And writers also relive the worst live show they ever saw. What about you lot? The worst live show I ever saw was the reformed Velvet Undergound in Paris in June 1993. They were absolutely horrible and it put me off (a) reunions and (b) Lou Reed for life. Still like Paris, though.
Pointyheaded read of the week, darlings: why pop and narcissism go together like jelly and ice-cream (or RTE hurling commentators and “John Mullane is fired up”)
Speaking of which…. the Cats are back in Croker on the first Sunday of September for the sixth year in a row and thus, the good people of the Marble City who were planning to go to the Electric Picnic will be spending their cash elsewhere. It was a game of two halves yesterday with both Kilkenny and Waterford putting on an entertaining spectacle in the first half before turning in a soporific second half. It was like watching two aul’ dinosaurs pawing at each other and missing every time or listening to the Fat Boys battling the Sugarhill Gang. Kilkenny surprisingly didn’t kill off the game as quickly as they once were capable of doing and Waterford just don’t the players with the skills to take them right now beyond their heart-and-soul street-fighting get-up. All that fired-up emotion just didn’t work yesterday for Davy Fitz’s men. We’ll see who’ll meet them in the final next Sunday when Tipp (who spent the weekend in Cork) do battle with Dublin (who’ve been doing some training down Clare/Galway way).
Meanwhile, are you a muso who feels you’ve been bullied into playing for free at some charity or some fundraising do? Take heart, stout yeoman or yeowoman of the stage, your union has your back.
Well, he won’t be doing that again. Cult artist (ie your ma has never heard of him) John Maus puts a sock in it after slagging off record shops in a Pitchfork interview. A back-pedal worthy of an Irish TD.
Why no publicity is good publicity for some indie bands. The last line in the piece is a keeper.
LIke the cut of this blog post’s jib: just what would be the point of bringing back Top of the Pops? Can also be applied to people looking to put the genie back in the bottle by reviving other blasts from the past (TV shows, record shops etc).
Interesting post-Winehouse piece from Helienne Lindvall about whether record labels and managers have a duty of care to their artists. Of course, the piece would probably never had appeared or been commissioned if it were not for sad events….
It’s a wrap! U2 take down the Crab, pay the bills and make sure the net from the tour’s $760 million gross from their current tour is invested in the right places. Reminds me of a quip which manager Paul McGuinness made at a Billboard awards yoke years ago about being astonished that everyone knew everyone’s else grosses in the US touring business: “the gross really was gross” (it was the way he told ‘em). Bono and Edge will probably send some cash to the Spider-Man financial controller, Adam has to pay the Bob the Builders working on his gaff in the South of France and Larry will be putting his under the mattress (and buying some new banging records – we think he’ll like the new album “Leave Home” from The Men).
Loving this tune