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Somehow the photography of the iconic album fits perfectly.

And, of course, the video: complete with late 70’s laser lights and fog effects:

David Bowie - Heroes by hushhush112

There’s such a unified “feel” to this collection of media, it was fascinating to hear about an alternative take. Retronaut recently posted this series of other cover candidates, and they’re all marvelous.

I’m fascinated by this dynamic, where people still smarting from the wounds of relationship dissolution manage to make great art. It seems masochistic and exploitative, I wonder if it works? The only analog to this implosion would perhaps be ABBA’s “Winner Takes it All.” Perhaps only it can rival the Buckingham / Nicks implosion because both male-female dyads were being rent asunder at the same time.

Perhaps fitting to the “times two” nature of ABBA, “Knowing Me, Knowing You” enhances the sentiment.

New Order, Regret by harrison73

Hear the hollow tone, but the crisp dynamics? I’m fairly sure that’s a Yamaha bass (any New Order gurus read this?). By chance The Cure’s “In Between Days” played next:

I love that hollow sounding English bass. Even during New Order’s Joy Divison incarnation Hook really pushed forward with how a bass could melodically carry a song. The Cure’s Simon Gallup seems to have been influenced by that. That bass sound immediately captures a whole world of music just by a certain tone.

But I have always liked Byrne’s commentary and interviews, he seems like a really interesting cat and is a standard bearer for what my friend Alfredo calls “The White Guys who Make World Music (Sting, Peter Gabriel, Paul Simon, et al.).” Here are some of the quotes wrote down while reading this.

In these quotes Byrne muses on censorship, the South Bay, the psychology of coffee shops, and beyond.

A cognitive scientist need only look at what we have made — the hives we have created — to know what we think and what we believe to be important, , as well as how we structure those thoughts and beliefs. It’s all there, in plain view, right out in the open…They say, in their unique visual language, “This is what we think matters, this is how we live and how we play.” 2

There once existed natural geographic reasons for most towns to come into being:…Eventually what was originally a geographical justification for choosing one place over another to settle got cemented down as rail lines reached across the open spaces…In many cases the rivers or lakes eventually became irrelevant, and shipping mode…As a result the rivers and waterfronts soon became derelict… 10

The faint cacophony of many distant cell phone rings. In the train car — snippets of Mozart and hip-hop, old-school ring tones, and pop-song fragments…These ring tones are “signs” for “real” music. This is music not meant to be actually listened to as music, but to remind you of and refer to other, real music. These are audio road signs that proclaim “I am a Mozart person”…symphony of music that is not music but asks that you remember music. 22

Europe is manicured, a millennial custodial project.

The best surveillance is the one where everyone suspects they’re being watched all the time.

What’s the time limit on reparations? How long can you legitimately claim that it should be handed back to you? Can Jews in Leipzig demand their old houses back?

The two biggest self deceptions of all are that life has a meaning and that each of us is unique

She mentions Israel’s dominance over the Palestinians, and the aggressive behavior of the Israelis, as if this were a well-known fact….I am surprised to hear it voiced so openly. In America, and especially in New York, there is a hidden level of not-so-subtle censorship of such statements. They are just never heard, or if they are the speaker is often given a nasty look or accused of anti-Semitism…At that point, it seems to you that there is no censorship at all; it appears to you that your thoughts are actually unfettered and free. (188-9)

When the TV-saturated public begins to act as if the TV reality is real [Fox News, America’s dumbest criminals] and behaves accordingly — reacting fearfully and suspiciously to a world perceived as being primarily populated with drug dealers and con men, according to Gerbner’s scenarios— then eventually the real world begins to adjust itself to match the fiction. …. Existence can be confirmed, just not in the proportion seen in TV land. ….any marketing …person will tell you, perception is all. (Referring to George Gerbner, professor of communication)

Re: Rodochenko. Here is a layout featuring “illuminations” added to a tractor factory for the enjoyment and excitement of the workers —- sort of workplace as pleasure palace / theme park. Google, the current hip place to work, where the workplace is hyped as a cool campus, has some catching up to do.

Abercrombie and Fitch…has remade itself as a kind of homoerotic Fascist-chic outpost. Talk about a makeover! Do the straight kids who shop there, many of whom would never knowingly be associated with anything gay, think Oh, they’re just cute guys?

In Venezuela there are chains of coffee shops where the clientele, almost exclusively male, is waited on by attractive women in tight outfits. ….The twist…is that the interior architecture allows the female wait-staff to tower over the men. They women are positioned behind the counter on a slightly elevated platform. This means the typical Latin macho man is either being put in his place and enjoying it our that he is being transported back to childhood, where his primary view is of this mother’s breasts looming conveniently above him.

From what I can tell, there’s really not much to do around this part of the bay (Cupertino). I ride my bike fairly aimlessly down clean, spotless arteries and see on one around — not walking or biking anyway. All roads lead to places that are versions of what I just left. I ask if folks her go up to San Francisco to catch shows, exhibits, or to sample the wildly innovative cuisine in the SF restaurants. Nope, these folks just love their work, so they stay put her in the beautiful suburbs, working late, or they take their work home.

I’ve heard a great number of bands, but the truth is, I haven’t really listened to music in years.

It’s one of those questions you’re not supposed to say “No” to. It’s up there with, “Isn’t that queso good,” or “Isn’t $STARLET_NAME hot?” Once I used to put music on and do nothing but listen.

Later I would work, code, or work and code with it on. Now, I simply can’t bear anything with words or narrative anywhere near me when I work - unless I didn’t choose it (i.e. at a coffee shop) .

No, I’ve not listened to music in years.

An act who we really liked and who we saw in San Francisco was Stellastarr*, a New York-based band that rose up rapidly with The Strokes, Interpol, and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Stellastarr* lack the dourness and monotonality of Interpol or the conscious Brooklyn-tough of the Strokes, but channel a poppy, betimes disco-affected sound with a quixotic vocals lain upon a sonic elephant in the china shop of guitar noise (What hath Sonic Youth wrought?). It’s actually pretty danceable too.

As icing on the cake, the show was at The Parish, my favorite venue in Austin. It’s upstairs, intimate, the bar staff are actually competent and friendly, and the sound system is excellent.

I’ve been into Stellstarr* since their first release just seemed like something worth grabbing when I was at the Amoeba over on Haight Street, so it’s been a lot of fun to watch their evolution.

The thing that I love about Stellstarr* is the way that their primary vocalists, Shawn and Amanda, have voices that engage in some sort of complimentary and very epic sonic tug of war. Shawn has a histrionic, epileptically-dashed wail that can throw the listener down the stairs with some melancholy themes; however at that exact moment, Amanda’s voice comes in with a lilting, rising, hopeful progression such that the listener, as he falls backwards over the stairs, catches a glimpse of an angel, and hangs there, suspended, between the dialectic of these two modes with Arthur’s thundering percussion and churning seas of Michael’s guitar noise beneath him. It’s really quite something live, I assure you.

An Example

Not only did the headliners perform a great show, but their warm-up acts were also great. New Hampshires “Wild Light” showed excellent musicianship as they all swapped keyboard / bass / and guitar duties and all took turns carrying the vocal burden. I even turned to Lauren at some point and asserted that “I was feelin’ it.” I did think that for such a solid and well-rehearsed band their song (ahem) “California on My Mind” was needlessly puerile.

Also opening were “Experimental Aircraft” who did a very nice shoegaze + blips and blurts. A bit like Ride meets Stereolab in parts, but very much with a strong injection of Joy Division throughout.

Right about 1:50 I felt extremely old when I said: “Oh great, I always liked The Cure’s ‘Disintegration,’ I’m glad it’s back.”

And then..

“Oh, I like the Cocteau Twins like vocals”

She’s doing a good job in respecting her sources though.

David Byrne writing an engaging and interesting book about bicycling is a bit like what I make of Carlos D[engler] of Interpol’s DJ career: “What you aren’t adored by quite enough people?”

Just imagine, the impeccably silver-coiffed Byrne, apparently, chooses to rent, hire, or acquire a bicycle when he reaches the various towns and locales he visits on the occasion of performing as one of the most revered and creative musicians ever.

Yes, not one to rest on being at the forefront of the punk and new wave musical genres — gracing CBGB’s with Blondie, Television and the NY Dolls — or to bask in being one of the original White Guys Who Do World Music (ago gratias tibi Alfredi Garcia), or to simply enjoy being a buddy of the entire country of Brazil, Byrne grabs a velo or a fiets, eschewing those quotidian concerns of drugs and ribaldry, and bikes around, thinking Byrne-y thoughts — thoughts that in lesser (talking?) heads would be the kind of thing they build a musical career on, but which he tosses aside disinterestedly as he pedals on noting that the cantaloupes are ripe.

I’m completely going to read it.

Most definitely my most favorite, sensual, sinister, chanteuse.

More reverb.

Jonny Greenwood: Born 5 November 1971

1974-1980: Tom Baker plays Doctor Who

1973-1979: The Tomorrow People Airs on BBC

Radiohead, Greenwood’s band, release Kid-A, featuring “Everything in its right place”