Saturday 30 April 2011

Casey Abrams Feels 'Really Good' About His 'American Idol' Exit

Latest castoff denies dating 'very special musical friend' Haley Reinhart.
By Gil Kaufman


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When Casey Abrams ended up standing next to Jacob Lusk and Scotty McCreery on "American Idol" on Thursday night, he had a feeling the end was nigh. Then, when Lusk was sent to safety, well, that was all she wrote.

"Everyone was just so incredible [on Wednesday night]. ... My performance was pretty good, but seeing Jacob kill it and then seeing Haley kill it, seeing Scotty and Lauren kill it and Durbin obviously ... it just made me feel like, 'These guys are incredible. These guys could carry the show. I don't really need to be here, so if I go home tomorrow, I'm prepared,' " he said of the thoughts going through his head after Wednesday night's Carole King performance show.

But, facing a deluge of questions about the status of his relationship with frequent duet buddy (and reported offscreen paramour) Haley Reinhart during a call with reporters on Friday morning (April 29), Abrams made sure to clear up the most important bit of business about the rest of his career first, saying that the moment the two shared at the end of his final performance on Thursday night was unplanned and not a sign of anything other than good times. "I was saying goodbye to my very special musical friend," he explained of their eye-lock, emphasizing that they are not, and never were, a couple.

Abrams said he was "feeling really good, actually" about things on Friday morning and that he never really got too upset about the results. "I felt really good even afterwards. Maybe I'll break down crying some other time. But right now, I feel really good about what happened last night."

In his typical fashion, Abrams went out with a bang, not only having his "Haley moment," but also kissing audience members and the judges and rolling around onstage. "What was going through my mind was just, 'Make this good,' " he said of his jubilant goodbye. "I was completely on random mode. I didn't plan on ending up on Haley; it just happened that way. Nothing was planned."

Though we saw him play acoustic and electric bass, piano, guitar and melodica on the show, Abrams revealed that he also dabbles in drums, sitar, accordion, cello and clarinet. When it comes to how he might corral all that prodigious instrumental talent into a live show, he said it would likely bear the title, "Pure Craziness" and encompass everything from hard rock to smooth jazz, much like his first post-"Idol" album.

With a number of shaky vocal performances over the course of his tenure on the show, Casey said that, even with his long background in studying and playing music, being on "Idol" has done a lot for his confidence as a performer. "Everything. It's done every single thing," he said. "I used to not like to sing in public, and now I feel like I'm singing a little bit too much. Now I'll sing in the hallways with random people I don't even know. Maybe that's a bad thing, but I just feel a lot more comfortable onstage, and I feel like I can do anything onstage now."

Although the judges and mentor Jimmy Iovine had warned Casey to dial back the growling and scowling after his take on Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," the singer had fallen back into his old ways in recent weeks, begging the question of whether he was purposely ignoring their counsel. "It is kind of how I sing when I don't think about it," he explained. "I think that's a good place to be when you don't think about how you sing. ... It's a gray area. It's hard to define what's a good growl and what's a bad growl."

Like other contestants who have benefited from the judges' save in the past, Abrams said he felt the pressure of having the panel bail him out and dedicated himself to working even harder because it would have been "really embarrassing" to go home the very next week. That said, Abrams admitted he never expected to get as far as he did, or win, and feels pretty great about making it to the top six.

Asked for his final thoughts, Abrams said simply, "Don't take yourself too seriously. Take music seriously, but not yourself."

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'Prom' Stars Suggest 'Elaborate' Ways To Get A Date For The Dance

'I like it where people ask in a way where it's unique to that person you're asking,' Kylie Bunbury tells MTV News.
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For those who are in high school, or maybe work at one, the release of Disney's sweet and wholesome "Prom" movie kicks off that heavily hyped season of dress shopping, date anxiety and general excitement that surrounds one of America's most storied traditions.

When MTV News caught up with the film's stars, we asked them to discuss the challenging task of asking someone to prom and what should be done in order to get a prospective date to say "yes."

"An elaborate way," Janelle Ortiz said. "I think it has to be an elaborate way, because you're going to remember prom for the rest of your life."

"It's got to be creative," Joe Adler added. "Throw some effort on it."

"Exactly, you don't want it to be some stupid little flower: Go big or go home," Ortiz said.

"I like it where people ask in a way where it's unique to that person you're asking," Kylie Bunbury explained. "One of my friends, she was a softball player, and the boy wrote 'prom' on softballs and wrapped them around her car or something like that."

"[I like] the way his character asks my character," Yin Chang told us of co-star Jared Kusnitz, who plays Chang's long-term boyfriend in the film. "He got big posters of each letter and had a little speech for each letter."

"At the end of my speech, a spotlight shines down, and I'm holding a question mark," Kusnitz continued. "Very simple. Silence says it all."

"I think just be creative," Danielle Campbell advised, reiterating the thoughts addressed by her co-stars. "Know the girl you're asking. There are a lot of cool ways people ask in the movie. You can definitely steal an idea from there or create your own. We probably raise the standards with the movie," she said. "Be creative, and hopefully she'll say yes."

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Celebrity Chef Curtis Stone Gets a New Kitchen

BUYER: Curtis Stone
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
PRICE: $3,100,000
SIZE: 4,257 square feet, 6 bedrooms, 6.5 bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Australian celebrity chef Curtis Stone made his initial marks on the culinary world in the kitchens of some of London's better eateries and in the far reaches of northern California's ocean side community of Eureka where he's the executive chef of the highly regarded Restaurant 301. In today's world, "celebrity" chefs don't just cook in the kitchen, they cook on the boob-toob too. Mister Stone's star is in the fast lane and in the service of celebrity chef superstardom he's cooking up a glamorous in Los Angeles, CA where he's already got a celebrity gal pal?Lindsay Price?and where he recently acquired a multi-million dollar house in a somewhat secluded pocket of the Hollywood Hills.

Not only does Mister Stone have a series of cookbooks including Relaxed Cooking with Curtis Stone: Recipes to Put You in My Favorite Mood, he has a line of kitchen utensils and glassware and he whipped up recipes for in-flight meals for United Airlines. Who knew there were even actual in-flight meals to be had on United Airlines anymore. Anyhoodles poodles, due in part to his steaming boyish good looks, twinkling eyes and a pair of gorgeous guns?he was on People's 100 most beautiful people of the year in 2006?Mister Curtis television career is quickly blossoming like the exploding fuchsia bougainvillea that clings to Your Mama's front porch. In the past Mister Stone shook his well-shaped money maker with appearances on Today and Martha. He starred in some program called Take Home Chef, appeared on the third season of The Celebrity Apprentice and he lost to super-chef Bobby Flay on the always fascinating Iron Chef America. As an aside: If none of y'all have ever seen the spunky and buttery southern fried kitchen-momma Paula Dean on Iron Chef you are missing a great tee-vee moment. That bitch is crazy in each and every of the very best ways.

Anyhoo, Mister Curtis currently sits on the panel of judges and investors for The Next Great Restaurant and he's the new hostess with the mostess on the third and current season of Top Chef Masters. It shouldn't be long now before he's hosting his own cookin' show on the tee-vee program. We're surprised he's not already been snapped up by Oprah Winfrey for OWN.

Property records reveal that Mister Curtis actually bought his house in the Hollywood Hills at the tail end of December 2010 and they also show he paid a very-celebrity $3,100,000 for the contemporary crib that's perched on a bluff above Lake Hollywood. That's right, puppies, there is indeed a very scenic lake tucked up into the hills behind Hollywood. The Lake Hollywood neighborhood is not, to put it mildly, easily accessible. There are only a few very circuitous and windy ways in an out of the upscale enclave that also, as it turns out, happens to be a tourist mecca where all the Hollywood tour vans bring mid-westerners and Japanese people to take pictures of the Hollywood sign from one of if not the most supreme vantage points in the entire city. Also under the spell of the looming sign, one of the best?but unofficial, meaning not quite legal?dog parks in all of L.A.

A thick screen of towering bamboo hides a courtyard entry where water spills over the edge of an elevated boulder with the center carved out for a pond. The Paul Hinckley-designed domicile, according to listing information, shows the wood, stone, steel and glass residence measures 4,257 square feet and includes a family-friendly 6 bedrooms and 6.5 bathrooms.

The home's main rooms include a living room with dramatic vaulted Douglas Fir ceiling and a bank of French doors with horizontal mullions that swing open to a very narrow strip of land between the house and the lap lane of the backyard swimming pool. A two-way fireplace separates the living room from the formal dining room that has French doors that also open to a claustrophobically-narrow and precarious-seeming strip of land that separates the house from the lap lane of the swimming pool. The very contemporary (and shockingly expensive) Bulthaup kitchen next door to the dining room marries sleek steel and glass accents with warm walnut cabinetry that looks suspiciously like the walnut cabinetry in Your Mama and the Dr. Cooter's kitchen, which is nice but, we can assure the children, didn't cost but a fraction of what this Bulthaup kitchen surely cost.

A large meditation/spa/fitness room has what listing information intriguingly called "a luxurious indoor/outdoor bath area." A mahogany staircase leads up to the second floor where there are four family bedrooms, an office and a master suite with luxurious private facility, walk-in closet and French doors that open to a balcony that hangs over the backyard with stunning views of the canyon, lake and city lights.

The L-shaped swimming pool has three distinct areas: a large rectangular area at one end and a spa at the other end connected by a lap-swimming lane. As mentioned, the lap lane (and spa) run parallel and perilously close to almost the entire length of the rear fa�ade. Any of the children who have been around her longer than a hot minute know that Your Mama despises those understandable but annoying child-proofing fences that surround so many swimming pools. But for safety's sake we would prefer that the pool not be slammed up against the back of the house where a tipsy or downright drunk guest could easily tumble out of the living room if someone were ever to do what Your Mama affectionately calls "The Elaine Benis," which is when after hearing some particularly juicy gossip morsel someone abruptly and violently pushes another person backward and screams "Get out!"

On the other side of the swimming pool from the house a wide flat lawn perfect for playing fetch with Fido stretches back until it drops off into the rugged canyon lands. From the backyard there's and exquisite, up close and personal view of the Hollywood sign. No matter what some of you children say about Los Angeles, living with a direct (or even indirect) view of the iconic and divinely campy Hollywood sign is a geographic thrill not so unlike having a view of Coit Tower in San Francisco, the Space Needle in Seattle or the Empire State Building in New York.

It appears that things have gotten at least sort of serious between Mister Stone and his lady-friend of just over a year, soap-story and tee-vee actress Lindsay Price (All My Children, Beverly Hills, 90210, Lipstick Jungle, Eastwick). Miss Price has allegedly moved into the house, which makes sense since she is this very moment in the process of selling her bachelorette pad in the upscale and celebrity-packed Toluca Lake area of Los Angeles.
Miss Price must really have been itchin' to live in unmarried carnality with her big-shit Australian food cooker because she has her starter house in the Toluca Lake area of Los Angeles (above) on the market for significantly less than the $1,150,000 prop records show she paid for the modestly scaled 1926 Spanish-style casa in 2007. According to the folks at Redfin, Miss Price officially listed her 2 bedroom and 2 bathroom crib in mid-January 2011 with an asking price of $895,000. Within a week the property?located walking distance both into the heart of the Toluca Lake shopping district and from Mily Cyrus's house?was put into escrow and is now marked "Pending," which means the closing is eminent.

A few flicks of the well-worn beads on Your Mama's bejeweled abacus shows that even if Miss Price and her Real Estate managed to convinced the buyer to pay full price?and, let's be honest hunnies, what's the liklihood of that??she's facing a quarter of a million dollar loss on the property not counting any money she put in for repairs and renovations, not to mention the fat real estate fees that could easily run to upwards of thirty grand. It must be love.

A short wall, tall hedges and a motorized driveway gate hide a surprisingly tatty-looking front yard. A narrow path streaks across the "lawn" to the the front door that opens directly into the living room where this is, among the other ordinary accouterments of semi-suburban living, a fireplace and a wall-mounted television. The chestnut-colored wood floors in in the living room run throughout the house and, according to listing information, are new. A flattened archway connects the living to the dining room that has a hideously generic Home Despot "chandelier" and a decorative aspect that looks like someone tried to copy something out of a Martha Stewart magazine.

A surprisingly well-sized kitchen has ordinary but crisp white cabinetry with raised panels, engineered stone counter tops and stainless steel appliances. It's not a bad kitchen it's just an uninspired kitchen. We're thrilled Miss Price didn't try to dress the kitchen up with ridiculous clusters of fake greenery around the tops of the upper cabinets that fall just barely but painfully short of the ceiling. We recognize that not every kitchen is going to win an award for high-design but?in Your Mama's world?every kitchen, even the most humble among them, can and should have something special about it. We Miss Price's kitchen might have been nicely pushed forward and maybe even completed with the introduction of little more than an antique rug like, say, this Turkish Oushak rug from the late 19th century. Just a thought.

The remodeled facilities in the master bedroom were done up with some 1920s vintage-style however, this is not, we fear, a house of authentic upgrades but rather a house where reasonable and probably moderately expensive facsimiles stand in for actual architectural and design authenticity. We like the tile work pattern that runs around the room and in the correct circumstances we j'adore a console lavatory. But we'd bed our long-bodied bitches that console sink in Miss Price's pooper is not actually vintage but a reproduction. Nothing wrong with that, just something to note.

Moving on...The backyard isn't very large but it is a quintessentially southern California yard where a vine-draped pergola-shades a terrace off the back of the house, a citrus tree or two provides fresh-picked fruit and a swimming pool and spa with flagstone coping takes up too-large a part of the yard. The two-car garage, according to listing information was converted to a guest room/office/pool house with hardwood floors and a giant white slip-covered sectional sofa.

Since only Mister Stone's name appears on the deeds and documents we espied it does not appear to Your Mama that Miss Price and Mister Stone purchased the house in the Hollywood Hills together. But then again, we don't know a donkey from a Kardashian so...

listing photos (Stone): Coldwell Banker, Beverly Hills East
listing photos (Price): Prudential California, Sherman Oaks

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The Veteran ? review

This efficient, familiar urban thriller features an impressive performance from Toby Kebbell as a disillusioned ex-paratrooper returning from Afghanistan to his desolate, run-down south London estate to become trapped between drug-dealers and cynical intelligence men involved in the war against terror. The result is a blood bath � la Taxi Driver.


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Michael Barrymore in foul-mouthed attack on waiter

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Michael Barrymore's latest attempt to regain star status appears to have backfired.

According to The Mirror, the former TV star unleashed a foul-mouthed tirade against a waiter while filming Celebrity Coach Trip.

The 58-year-old allegedly became abusive after drinking wine during a meal in Corsica.

A source told the paper: "He was necking wine and becoming louder and louder. When a waiter looked at him, Michael lost it and started shouting and swearing, calling the poor chap a 'c***'.

"Glasses got smashed. Michael tried to goad him into throwing a punch. It was horrible."

The insider claimed that Barrymore is "incredibly unpopular" with fellow Z-listers Alex Best, Lembit Opik and Lizzie Cundy.
His spokesman, however, has a different story to tell. He insists the star, who has previously battled alcohol addition, was not drunk and blamed Barrymore's behaviour on medication he is taking after a fall from a horse.

"He has been unsteady and disorientated," Michael's rep explained. "A customer took exception as he moved around the tables, they had an altercation."

So it's OK to behave like an obnoxious oaf if you're on medication now then is it?

His rep has since explained that Barrymore was dining with the production team after the day's filming and denied any use of the C-word.

He told the Daily Mail: "He did not use the 'Gwynnie' word to a waiter and left the restaurant entirely of his own volition, and returned to the hotel with a couple of the team."

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She may be a member of The Saturdays now, but before she found fame in Britain's sexiest girl band Mollie King auditioned for The X Factor and wasn't good enough to make it past the early stages. Her second chance came in 2007 when the new girl group was put together.

Second Chance Celebs

Before taking part in I'm A Celebrity in 2006, Myleene Klass's career looked all but over. Hear'say had split up and her classical music career had flopped, but one white bikini later and Myleene is now raking it in as a TV presenter and face of M&S. Her total earnings are estimated at around £8million.

Second Chance Celebs

In 2001 a 16-year-old Nadine Coyle was kicked off of the Irish version of Popstars for being too young. A year later, she auditioned for Popstars: The Rivals and was given her second chance when she became one fifth of Girls Aloud, Britain's most-successful-ever girl band.

Second Chance Celebs

Peter Andre entered the I'm A Celebrity jungle a washed-up Australian popstar famous for one irritating song and left it - thanks to Katie Price, one of the most talked about men in Britain. A couple more irritating songs later and, love her or loathe her, Peter still owes his second shot at fame to his ex-wife.

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It really was a brush with angels that gave Robbie Williams his second shot at success. After leaving Take That in 1995, Robbie's first few singles failed dismally to make a dent in the charts. It was only after the release of Angels, his fourth single, that Robbie was given his second chance at fame.

Second Chance Celebs

Simon Cowell obviously doesn't know as much as he thinks he does when it comes to predicting stardom. Jennifer Hudson was voted off season three of American Idol after Cowell claimed she was out of her depth in the competition. Hudson's second stab at fame, however, would prove Cowell wrong - winning both a Golden Globe and an Oscar for her role in Dreamgirls.

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Mickey Rourke was one of Hollywood's biggest actors in the '80s after his stint in 9 ½ Weeks, but after years in the wilderness and a brush with some terrible plastic surgery his star was on the wane. Then in 2008 along came The Wrestler, bringing with it a Golden Globe and an Oscar nomination to reignite Rourke's fame.

Second Chance Celebs

Once upon a time, Dannii Minogue was only known for being Kylie's not-so-successful little sister, with a couple of good dance records under her belt. But thanks to a second-chance offer from Simon Cowell and the hairstyle of 2009, Dannii became reigning style queen of The X Factor and one of the most famous women in the country.

Second Chance Celebs

Samantha Janus is currently enjoying her second chance at success as Ronnie Mitchell in EastEnders, but her first shot at fame came in 1991 when she represented Britain at the Eurovision Song Contest, coming 10th with the song A Message To Your Heart.

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After her very public meltdown, nobody thought Britney Spears would ever get another shot at fame. But, thanks to a couple of corker singles and her father taking control of her life, Britney is currently enjoying her second chance at success.

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The Only Way Is Essex star Lauren Goodger has insisted that there is no way her relationship with fellow cast member Mark Wright could be faked - because she isn't a good enough actress.

Ever since the second series of the hit show began, rumours have been doing the rounds that Lauren engagement to bad boy Mark must be all for the cameras.

But according to the woman at the heart of it all, nothing could be further from the truth.
Speaking to Buzz magazine, Lauren said: "Personally I couldn't be in a fake romance - even if it was with Brad Pitt - because I'm not that good at acting.

"Obviously there are some couples in The Only Way Is Essex that feel less genuine than others, but it really shines through that Mark and I are the real deal."

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This week's new DVD & Blu-ray

Civilisation
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Out on 9 May

Historian Kenneth Clark introduces this landmark documentary series with a quote from John Ruskin about how the key to understanding a great nation is to look at their deeds, words and art, the last being "the only trustworthy one".

So begins an epic voyage around the historical culture of western civilisation, taking in the greats such as Da Vinci, Mozart, Dante, Shakespeare, etc, working backwards from their art to discover how it was formed by their lives. Overseen by David Attenborough (when he was head of BBC2) and still as bright and informative as it was when first transmitted in 1969, Civilisation has yet to be bettered. Shot on film (the remastered Blu-ray looks stunning) and in colour (when most TV sets were still black and white), it's a precursor to many of the great shows from the golden era of factual TV such as Life On Earth, Connections and The Ascent Of Man. Even today, the smiley Prof Brian Cox's unending quest around the world to say large numbers in exotic locations copies the template laid down here. A true academic who didn't even want to be on TV, Clark is the relentlessly polite eye of calm in an unending storm of culture, giving a friendly, accessible personal view, while the camera gets closer to the art than we ever will. Essential.

Arthur And The Great Adventure

Family-friendly animated adventure sequel from Luc Besson.

DVD and Blu-ray, EV

The Green Hornet

Wacky 3D vigilante comedy, based on Bruce Lee's 60s TV series.

DVD and Blu-ray, Sony

I Come With The Rain

Josh Hartnett stars in this arty film noir by Norwegian Wood director Tran Anh Hung.

DVD and Blu-ray, Trinity

Dinoshark

Fishy Roger Corman B-flick, not to be confused with Sharktopus or Piranhaconda.

DVD, Anchor Bay

The Station Agent

Reissue of Tom McCarthy's acclaimed, funny study of smalltown friendships.

DVD, Disney


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New music: Depeche Mode ? Puppets (R�yksopp remix)

This reworking of a track from Depeche Mode's debut album turns Vince Clarke's paean to paranoia into something sparklier

In June, synth-pop legends Depeche Mode will release Remixes 2: 81 ? 11, which, as the title suggests, is their second remix collection (the first was released in 2004). It features new and classic reworkings, including Stargate's take on Personal Jesus, plus contributions from Eric Prydz, Unkle and M83. The three-disc edition includes arrangements by Peter Bjorn and John, Dan the Automator, and original members Vince Clarke and Alan Wilder. For Puppets ? taken from Depeche Mode's debut album, Speak & Spell ? they've enlisted Norwegian duo R�yksopp, who turn Clarke's paean to paranoia into something sparklier, fleshing out the icy synths with intricate beats.


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This week's new film events

London Australian Film Festival

Australia's brightest stars tend to get snapped up by Hollywood even quicker than ours, and there are plenty of potential defectors here, from the makers of recent hit Animal Kingdom to the handsome young cast of high school thriller Wasted On The Young. Not everyone is out to find the next Nicole Kidman or Hugh Jackman, mind you. The noble Aussie genre lineage continues with shark horror The Reef and Red Hill, a modern-day western with a smalltown sheriff under siege. Feelgood opener Red Dog, based on the true tale of an outback mutt, is one for the home crowd, while colourful "womance" Jucy closes the festival with its own offbeat groove.

Barbican Screen, EC2, Thu to 12 May

Kino: Russian Film Pioneers, London

Has any nation taken cinema as seriously as Russia? While other countries classified moving images as "entertainment", the Russians found more important uses for them: as a means of galvanising the masses, starting revolutions, building nations, exploring the outer reaches of existence, or simply as an art form in itself. This cycle of three two-month seasons gives us a comprehensive overview of the nation, starting with the early pioneers, then continuing onto Russian science-fiction and current film-making. Here we get the classics, led by a restored Battleship Potemkin, and a whole lot more, including the world premiere of a new score for Eisenstein's 1929 tractor anthem The Old And The New, Pudovkin's fantastic Storm Over Asia with a live rock/throat-singing accompaniment, and rarely seen works from that bracing era.

BFI Southbank, SE1, Sat to 31 May

The Celluloid Curtain, London

While we were watching James Bond, what were they watching on the other side of the iron curtain? Pretty much the same, it turns out, if not better. In Bulgaria, they had the stylish Emil Boev infiltrating western operations (There Is Nothing Finer Than Bad Weather); in the GDR they had undercover agent Hansen repelling a US invasion (For Eyes Only). Marking the 50th anniversary of the building of the Berlin Wall, this season (also playing in Berlin) takes both sides and gives us a fascinating Europe-wide view of the cold war spy thriller. It's often amusingly retro, but not quite as dated as we'd like to think.

Riverside Studios, W6, Fri to 9 May

Dead By Dawn, Edinburgh

You'd have thought they'd run out of ways to make movies about zombies and vampires, but they just keep coming, as this Scottish horrorthon demonstrates. Attractions include Stake Land, best summed up as The Road with vampires, while The Death Of Alice Blue follows an intern at a vampire advertising agency. Elsewhere, new Spanish spookfest Julia's Eyes is produced by Guillermo Del Toro. All-inclusive passes are available, allowing you to take in all the guests, shorts, etc, but look out for the Spawn Of Dawn all-nighter, including Scary Therapy.

Filmhouse, Thu to 8 May


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Grace Dent's TV OD: Game Of Thrones

The regal activity in HBO's new historical smash is far removed from that of our own royals. They should take some pointers ?

At some juncture last week, I watched Daybreak's Adrian Chiles standing grimly beside a Lego Westminster Abbey, pointing at Lego Prince William, Lego Kate and 16,000 beige bricks. "Ooh, now, this really is spectacular," Chiles remarked to the chump who'd built it, hopefully as his wife packed a case and ran off with the milkman. "It's so lifelike!" said Chiles. "No, it's not spectacular, Adrian," I said. "The whole congregation is just Lego firemen and folk who work on the Lego Space Station. It is shit. Make this madness stop." Thus, in the midst of Royal Wedding idiocy, HBO's regally brilliant Game Of Thrones (Mon, 9pm, Sky Atlantic) has been a real tonic. Game Of Thrones is Narnia populated by super-hard bastards. It's The Sopranos with more sword disembowellings and sibling incest. While we Brits are represented by affable oaf HRH Prince Andrew farting about in business class on Trade Ambassador jaunts, House of Stark has Sean Bean (Lord Eddard Stark) festooned in 10 raggedy layers of leather and fox fur thundering about on a black charger, growling, "Winter is coming," then lopping off some poor serf's head with a big sword. Our own Royals, for their part, are very slim on both nifty catchphrases and unashamed acts of killing and are all the blander for it.

I'm certain, were we ever to witness Prince Edward and Countess Sophie of Wessex chucking people to a splattery death from a high tower in a bid to take kingship off Charles, we'd be less inclined to snigger at Eddy's 1987 It's A Royal Knockout shambles. If the Windsors cracked less champagne off the sides of ships and rode around less often in Range Rovers clutching corgi dogs and instead stayed in a castle surrounded by a pack of snarling killer direwolves saying, "Come and have a go, France, if you reckon yourselves," I'd be the fullest throated monarchist of all. Plus, in the words of another spectacular TV clan leader (Frank Gallagher from Shameless), those Game Of Thrones medieval dudes, "they know how to throw a party." House of Stark banquets are riotous affairs staffed by enormo-breasted wenches heaving jugs of wine and trays of chargrilled meats. Knights, kingsmen and tipsy princesses howl, flirt and begin food fights. I'm certain our very own Prince Philip would very much enjoy tedious state visits being livened up by waitresses who look like Jodie Prenger spilling haphazardly out of corsets, motorboating him by the salmon terrine ? although I'm sure royal protocol frowns upon this.

Episode three looks at the King's son, Jon Snow, in his new role patrolling The Wall, a vast, 300 mile, 700 feet tall ancient barrier of ice that fortifies the northern border of the seven kingdoms. Snow is Lord Stark's illegitimate son, which everyone gets around tactfully by calling him "The Bastard". "We're having a party and you're not invited, Bastard," they shout, which goes some way to explain why he took a job patrolling miles of what looks like the Great Barrier Reef crossed with a malfunctioning freezer cabinet and surrounded by killer zombies. We see Lord Stark begin to accept how youngest daughter "tomboy" Arya will never be the "lady" he dreams of. We see Daenerys, sold to barbarian husband Khal Drogo, starting to enjoy being sexually pummelled by her angry grunting giant husband more, now she's had sex lessons off that girl who used to be in Hollyoaks. Kill, kill, sex, kill, large plate of pig, more sex. HBO got medieval on all our asses.


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Moon Wiring Club's fitting tribute to Wills and Kate

There's a royal wedding on, apparently, but how best to soundtrack this great event? With an album about a fox marrying a phantom cat-bride, set to a reggae beat, of course ...

The royal wedding has prompted many musical tributes, from the balladeering of Blake to Taking Over the Dancefloor by Nadia Oh, who, presumably unlike Carol Ann Duffy, rhymes "Kate Middleton" with a popular tequila brand. But best of all is Moon Wiring Club's Somewhere a Fox Is Getting Married, which refracts the already odd pomp and ceremony into a parallel dimension where "greedy, wryly unwholesome, non-paying animal-faced entities" attend a phantom wedding on 31 April 1911.

"Often in charity shops you'll find royal wedding souvenir LPs," explains Ian Hodgson, aka Moon Wiring Club. "My favourite one is for Princess Anne and Mark Phillips: you have this lushly produced gatefold souvenir of a marriage that didn't work out. But this year I can't see there being an official BBC souvenir vinyl LP, so I thought I'd do one. People's reactions are just, 'I hate the royal family' or 'Isn't this absolutely joyous', but no one is saying, 'Well, what is this?'. The whole thing is quite peculiar.

"There are centuries-old carriages that have been locked away and are brought out just for the royal wedding," Hodgson continues. "You see aristocrats you never see in other circumstances; it seems to be the same people who are dusted down and brought out each time. And you see the magazines at the newsstands referring to it as a 'fairytale wedding'. I find that interesting ? a lot of fairytales are incredibly disturbing. So when you have these headlines that say 'inside the fairytale', my thought was: 'What if it really was inside a fairytale?'"

Simon Reynolds discussed MWC's work on this blog recently (he's also written about the royal wedding, oddly enough) but to be brief: Hodgson's sample-heavy music (composed entirely on a PlayStation 2) is set in Clinkskell, a fictional village full of sinister spirits, beautiful women and quaint sweet shops. His last album focused on a card game in which the winner would get to marry into royalty; on this album, the fox-faced spirit who won is claiming his prize, a dotty feline called Princess Jackie. "Composing music for an insane, fashionable phantom cat-bride, set to a reggae beat, or for what a cavalier fox is thinking while being trapped in a hat-prison: I can do that," says Ian.

The resulting imagery and music is rich with references to English folklore and aristocratic idiosyncrasies, from phantom weddings in the Lake District to links between the ruling class and the lowly fox. "I'm not making a political statement, but one of Britain's most recognisable, popular creatures is something that is brutally hunted by the aristocracy, so if the fox plays a trick and becomes heir to the throne, he's disturbing things," says Ian. "In fact, since I decided that the groom would be a fox, I've noticed that Prince William has started to look more like one. I was in the Co-op and he was on a biscuit tin, looking a bit foxy."

Has Moon Wiring Club let loose a mischievous vulpine spirit, keen to hijack Kate and Wills's big day? Probably not. But amid the bland patriotism and kneejerk republicanism, he has managed to capture some of the gilt-edged, inbred weirdness of this rare national event.

Somewhere a Fox Is Getting Married is available to pre-order now as a souvenir LP with commemorative poster. You can hear Sly Gavotte, a track from the album, here.


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This week's new live music

Fucked Up, On tour

Not a band for orthodoxy of any kind, Fucked Up are a punk rock band doing anything they can to avoid being a punk rock band. There's a certain frisson of danger to their live shows, but elsewhere, whether it's the long songs, or the painstaking invention of a guru-cum-management figure called David Eliade (the band's equivalent of the Who's Tommy), the group treat their existence as a kind of magical alternate reality. So what kind of record could be more fitting for a punk band to make than a rock opera? They released a "soundtrack" called David's Town for Record Store Day, in which they emulate tropes of British punk. To come, though, is the full Monty: David Comes To Life, in which a man seeking to stay without sin, decides to kill himself. A heavy concept, a heavy record ? but all worn very lightly by this continually interesting group.

White Rabbit, Plymouth, Fri, touring to 12 May

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Pharoah Sanders, On tour

Like his fellow American sax radical Ornette Coleman, Farrell "Pharoah" Sanders spent much of his early career being told he couldn't play by people who thought they knew better. A ferociously powerful tenor saxophonist from Arkansas who has always approached music as the building and sustaining of a transcendental mood rather than theme-and-variations on tunes jazz has so often been, Sanders emits an elemental roar that is one of the most distinctive sounds in the music. Since the acid-jazz boom of the early-90s, he also found himself reinvented as a purveyor of hypnotic dancefloor soul-jazz anthems, and enjoyed the unexpected new attention immensely. He's one of the highlights of the weekend's Cheltenham Jazz Festival, which also features bassist Dave Holland's Overtone Quartet, Andy Sheppard, Tord Gustavsen, Django Bates, Kit Downes and many more.

Town Hall, Cheltenham, Sat; Band On The Wall, Manchester, Sun; Ronnie Scott's, W1, Mon to Wed

John Fordham

Katy B, On tour

For all its urban alienation and heavy manners, dubstep isn't afraid of pop ? and increasingly, the reverse is also true. The latest graduate of the BRIT school, and featured singer on Magnetic Man's Perfect Stranger single, Katy Brien hasn't strayed very far from that which she feels most affinity with: dance music. Certainly, her debut album On A Mission has a certain credibility operating on the production side, but there's also a lot to be said for the way she sings her songs. She might seem a little Dido-like and expressionless at first, but it's Katy's appealing lack of showiness that's ultimately her strongest feature.

O2 Academy Bristol, Sat; Millennium Music Hall, Cardiff, Sun; Manchester Academy, Wed; The Arches, Glasgow, Thu; The Other Rooms, Newcastle upon Tyne, Fri

JR

Bill Callahan, On tour

On new LP Apocalypse, Bill Callahan makes another of the kind of dry and subtle observations that have characterised his career so far. The American singers and songwriters who defy most convention, he notes ? Kris Kristoffersen, Mickey Newbury, Johnny Cash ? are also those with military backgrounds. Perhaps Callahan, whose parents worked for the US government at a UK Air Force base, is implying he's part of that lineage ? and as time goes on, it's hard to deny it. Country artist? Singer-songwriter? No label fits Callahan, who has in his time encompassed lo-fi experiments and critical acclaim as Smog, and now three albums under his own name. He's becoming like a feature of the American landscape: the further he sinks in the soil, the craggier he becomes, the more valuable his insights into it. A certain degree of discomfort accompanies him live, but the pains he takes are undoubtedly worth it.

Central Methodist Hall, Manchester, Fri, touring to 10 May

JR

Diana Torto/John Taylor, London

A 2009 Kenny Wheeler album, featuring the innovative trumpeter with Italy's Colours Orchestra, was also an intimation of the talents of Italian singer Diana Torto, a performer with the accuracy, tonal purity and improvisational flexibility of the UK's Norma Winstone, who sounds like a major influence on her. Winstone's former partner, the sweepingly skilful pianist John Taylor, displayed a comparable sensitivity to Torto's talents on Wheeler's ventures, and showcases the connection in this Wigmore Hall recital. As an unmannered lyrics singer and as an improvising-instrument, Torto is the real deal, and listening to Taylor in just about any context is revelatory.

Wigmore Hall, W1, Fri

JF

Nico Muhly: Seeing Is Believing, Manchester & London

At the end of June Nico Muhly's Two Boys reaches the stage at London Coliseum. The fact that it's a joint commission between English National Opera and the Met in New York is a pretty good measure of how quickly this young New Englander has established himself. Ahead of this, Muhly's concerto for electric violin Seeing Is Believing appears in Manchester and London. The soloist is Thomas Gould, for whom Muhly wrote the piece in 2007. At the Bridgewater Hall Gould's playing it with the Manchester Camerata; in London it's included in the second of two concerts by the Aurora Orchestra, built around Muhly and his musical interests. The first programme includes Motion, a recent work inspired by Orlando Gibbons, alongside Schubert, Mahler and Britten, while Ives, Adams, Couperin and Byrd share the stage with Muhly's concerto in the second.

Royal Northern College Of Music, Manchester, Sat; Kings Place, N1, Thu & 7 May

Andrew Clements


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50 great moments in jazz: Wynton Marsalis goes back to basics

He's not without his critics, but Marsalis's dedication to the spirit of jazz is more than worthy of a place in the hall of greats

Like Sonny Rollins, Keith Jarrett and the late Miles Davis, Wynton Marsalis is one of a handful of jazz instrumentalists whose name is known beyond the world of the jazz cognoscenti. But unlike the other three, Marsalis has polarised opinion more than any other jazz artist of the last 30 years.

A consummately skilful trumpeter, an ambitious large-scale composer and a shrewd campaigner for jazz, he has become one of the biggest international stars of a tradition that was already being marginalised by rock and pop-influenced jazz by the time he burst on to the scene as a teenage virtuoso in the early-80s.

By the end of that decade, Marsalis's face was on the cover of Time magazine, which billed him as the chief architect of "the new jazz age". But he made plenty of enemies as well as friends.

Marsalis's trumpet-playing made the jaws of even hardened pros drop, and there are plenty of episodes during the 1980s that his many admirers would defend as a great moment in jazz. But beginning in 1986, the series of albums the trumpeter released under the telling title Standard Time perhaps defined his message better than any others from his early years. In the jazz climate Marsalis entered (touched on in this series's coverage of Weather Report and jazz-fusion and the fiercely exploratory soundscape of Anthony Braxton), the 25-year-old's work sounded like a return to the jazz played before he was born ? as he intended it to. Here's the standard April in Paris, from 1986's Standard Time: Volume 1.

The classical-recitalist's uniform and the soberly candid expression on the album cover carried a message as significant as that dazzling trumpet solo: Marsalis was calling time on US cultural assumptions of the 1980s. Jazz musicians, especially African-Americans, had in the 20th century created a unique American art form with global repercussions, and Marsalis was incensed that the music industry, the media and the arts establishment were not only showing it no respect but conspiring to kill it off.

With a zeal and energy to match the virtuosity that allowed him to play jazz and classical trumpet with equal ease, Marsalis was determined to lead a fightback. For this determination alone, whatever the critics who dismiss him as a neoconservative think of his music, Marsalis's 80s work deserves a place in the great moments of jazz. Many young musicians around the world at that time (including Courtney Pine's generation of black British youth) were inspired by both the trumpeter's sound and his coolly charismatic authority, and began to view jazz as a potential life-path.

Wynton is the most famous and influential member of a New Orleans dynasty of musicians of which the patriarch is Ellis Marsalis, a respected New Orleans pianist and teacher who played with Ornette Coleman in the 1950s, and which also includes brothers Branford (saxes), Delfeayo (trombone) and Jason (drums). Wynton had distinguished himself in New Orleans classical orchestras as a child (he could play the Haydn Trumpet Concerto flawlessly at 14), and when he came to New York in 1979 to study at the Juilliard School ? supplementing his allowance by playing in the pit-band for Sweeney Todd on Broadway ? he was already a phenomenal technician. He began playing with veteran bebopper Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers while still at college, was soon on the road in a Miles Davis tribute band with former Miles sidemen Herbie Hancock, Ron Carter and Tony Williams, then launched a solo career from which he has never looked back. But Marsalis was passionate in his belief, in in his teens, that a toxic mix of crass music-industry commercialism and the cerebral avant garde-isms of experimental jazz were consigning a precious tradition to the archives.

Marsalis's tone, technique and sense of narrative shape and direction initially recalled the introspective lyricism of Miles Davis in the pre-fusion 50s and early-60s, but also the polished sound and rhythmic momentum of hard-bopper Clifford Brown. Columbia Records took to alternately releasing jazz and classical albums in which Marsalis was the main attraction. By 25 he was winning Grammys. In 1987, he was appointed head of the jazz programme at New York's Lincoln Centre, named "one of America's 25 most influential people" by Time, and placed in Life's list of "the 50 most influential [baby] boomers". He began writing ballet and movie scores, even jazz operas, and with the accomplished repertory orchestra he created at the Lincoln Centre took eloquent dedications to such innovators as Jelly Roll Morton, Duke Ellington and Thelonious Monk to mainstream audiences all over the world, and into schools and educational institutions too. With family members, he has also campaigned tirelessly for justice and reparation for the citizens of his home city following 2005's Hurricane Katrina.

It's easy to typecast Wynton Marsalis as a neoclassicist, fearful of the future and fuelled by the desire to restore order, proportion and harmony to a fragmented world. In earlier years, particularly in his proselytising collaborations with the traditionalist jazz critic and academic Stanley Crouch, he has more than justified that impression. But Marsalis is changing, and becoming increasingly involved through performance and educational projects with artists outside his own culture (notably in Europe) who bring different influences to jazz. "Jazz is about joy to me ? about things coming together," he once observed. "Affirmation and celebration ? those are the qualities of jazz that attracted me first." Maybe for the first time, this driven and contradictory music-maker is hearing the widest implications of his earliest convictions.


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New music: Lykke Li ? Sadness Is A Blessing

Simmering tension, vodka, a starring role for Stellan Skarsg�rd ? it's another deeply brooding affair

Having relentlessly toured her critically acclaimed debut album, Youth Novels, Lykke Li fled her native Sweden and moved to LA where she trained to be an actor. It's a penchant for inhabiting other characters that's most obvious in the video for the second single from her follow-up album, Wounded Rhymes. Co-starring Stellan Skarsg�rd (whose career encompasses roles in Good Will Hunting and Breaking The Wave as well as Mamma Mia!), it's a brooding affair, all simmering tension, vodka shots and improvised dance moves. There's a palpable sense of foreboding that permeates the near seven-minute-long video, a state that perfectly suits a song saturated in misery. "Sadness is a blessing, sadness is a curse, sadness is my boyfriend, oh sadness I'm your girl" runs the chorus as Phil Spector-style drums bang and crash in the background, Li's sometimes stilted vocals drenched in emotion. Like all the best videos, the audience are plonked into the narrative mid-storyline, with no clue who has done what, what's been said and why on earth everyone's staring at the couple in the first place.


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Grace Dent's TV OD: Game Of Thrones

The regal activity in HBO's new historical smash is far removed from that of our own royals. They should take some pointers ?

At some juncture last week, I watched Daybreak's Adrian Chiles standing grimly beside a Lego Westminster Abbey, pointing at Lego Prince William, Lego Kate and 16,000 beige bricks. "Ooh, now, this really is spectacular," Chiles remarked to the chump who'd built it, hopefully as his wife packed a case and ran off with the milkman. "It's so lifelike!" said Chiles. "No, it's not spectacular, Adrian," I said. "The whole congregation is just Lego firemen and folk who work on the Lego Space Station. It is shit. Make this madness stop." Thus, in the midst of Royal Wedding idiocy, HBO's regally brilliant Game Of Thrones (Mon, 9pm, Sky Atlantic) has been a real tonic. Game Of Thrones is Narnia populated by super-hard bastards. It's The Sopranos with more sword disembowellings and sibling incest. While we Brits are represented by affable oaf HRH Prince Andrew farting about in business class on Trade Ambassador jaunts, House of Stark has Sean Bean (Lord Eddard Stark) festooned in 10 raggedy layers of leather and fox fur thundering about on a black charger, growling, "Winter is coming," then lopping off some poor serf's head with a big sword. Our own Royals, for their part, are very slim on both nifty catchphrases and unashamed acts of killing and are all the blander for it.

I'm certain, were we ever to witness Prince Edward and Countess Sophie of Wessex chucking people to a splattery death from a high tower in a bid to take kingship off Charles, we'd be less inclined to snigger at Eddy's 1987 It's A Royal Knockout shambles. If the Windsors cracked less champagne off the sides of ships and rode around less often in Range Rovers clutching corgi dogs and instead stayed in a castle surrounded by a pack of snarling killer direwolves saying, "Come and have a go, France, if you reckon yourselves," I'd be the fullest throated monarchist of all. Plus, in the words of another spectacular TV clan leader (Frank Gallagher from Shameless), those Game Of Thrones medieval dudes, "they know how to throw a party." House of Stark banquets are riotous affairs staffed by enormo-breasted wenches heaving jugs of wine and trays of chargrilled meats. Knights, kingsmen and tipsy princesses howl, flirt and begin food fights. I'm certain our very own Prince Philip would very much enjoy tedious state visits being livened up by waitresses who look like Jodie Prenger spilling haphazardly out of corsets, motorboating him by the salmon terrine ? although I'm sure royal protocol frowns upon this.

Episode three looks at the King's son, Jon Snow, in his new role patrolling The Wall, a vast, 300 mile, 700 feet tall ancient barrier of ice that fortifies the northern border of the seven kingdoms. Snow is Lord Stark's illegitimate son, which everyone gets around tactfully by calling him "The Bastard". "We're having a party and you're not invited, Bastard," they shout, which goes some way to explain why he took a job patrolling miles of what looks like the Great Barrier Reef crossed with a malfunctioning freezer cabinet and surrounded by killer zombies. We see Lord Stark begin to accept how youngest daughter "tomboy" Arya will never be the "lady" he dreams of. We see Daenerys, sold to barbarian husband Khal Drogo, starting to enjoy being sexually pummelled by her angry grunting giant husband more, now she's had sex lessons off that girl who used to be in Hollyoaks. Kill, kill, sex, kill, large plate of pig, more sex. HBO got medieval on all our asses.


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Maggoty Lamb: Nostalgia gets a digital makeover

Smash Hits is gone, Melody maker a thing of the past. But digital archivists are giving defunct music mags a new lease of life

In an otherwise perfectly level-headed summary of the current state of Eminem's career, the Independent's Nick Hasted recently reminisced about the fringe benefits of even the most tangential association with Slim Shady at the height of the Detroit motormouth's early-noughties notoriety. "For the first and, to date, last time," Hasted remembers fondly, albeit with a wistful undercurrent, "I was offered sex for my ticket when he flew into Manchester ..."

Hasted does not explicitly reveal his response to this once-in-a-lifetime immodest proposal, but readers with suspicious natures won't fail to notice that the rest of the article makes no specific reference to the (musical) performance in question. Is this the kind of conundrum Slavic literature professor Svetlana Boym had in mind when she wrote: "Nostalgia speaks in riddles and puzzles, so one must face them in order not to become its next victim, or its next victimiser"? It's hard to be sure. But either way, Boym's The Future of Nostalgia ? the classic 2001 study of that backward-looking tendency the author helpfully terms "hypochondria of the heart" ? is a vital source of enlightenment for anyone exploring the guerrilla music-press online archive scenario.

With the competing claims of rival cloud-drives and personalised ether-lockers rising to a virtual hubbub, it makes perfect sense that perhaps the most cumbersome of all pre-digital information storage processes ? the mouldy stack of music mags gathering dust beneath the bed ? should be subject to a digital upgrade. And there's something charming about the idea of communally-minded individuals painstakingly scanning entire copies of Smash Hits and relevant sections of fin-de-siecle Melody Makers and NMEs for the emotional sustenance of their contemporaries. (Apparently, there's also another site devoted to early/mid-90s Britpop bible Select somewhere, but it seems to have gone offline.)

As big Brownie point-earners go, surely saving your peers from that most feared of domestic ultimatums ? "Either that huge pile of Mixmags/Mojos/Wires/Kerrang!s goes, or you go" ? must be right up there with grass-phobic footballer Mario Balotelli handing �1,000 to a representative of Manchester's homeless community?

Also on a karmic note, it's interesting that the person bringing the former of these two philanthropic phenomena to a wider audience should be Sam Delaney, himself a former editor of Heat ? arguably the first significant magazine in the evolution of British popular culture that no one in their right mind would ever want to keep. I found an old copy while cleaning up some dog-sick in the back of the car the other day, and somehow its merciless zoom lens focus on the vestigial physiognomic foibles of a hapless underclass of highly groomed cyber-celebrities made the prospect of disentangling partially digested kibble from ancient crisp packets seem strangely appealing. Factor in unofficial Melody Maker and NME archive supremo Charles Batho's day job as a "digital creative director" and it becomes clear that what we're dealing with here are individual acts of analogue atonement.

In Batho's case, the diminishing frequency and volume of new postings since his website started three years ago suggest that ? in his case, at least ? the urge to preserve Taylor Parkes's live reviews for posterity may be growing fainter. But having set off at a steadier pace, Brian McCloskey's Smash Hits archive seems to be keeping its promise to add a new edition of the magazine every fortnight, "on the 30th anniversary of the original publication date". 

Back in the 1890s, Louis, a patient of the great French psychiatrist Dr Arnaud, thought that each event of his life repeated an identical one of exactly 12 months earlier. I'm not saying that fact has any direct bearing on those revisiting the pleasures of their Smash Hits-reading youth at regular 14-day intervals, but it may well be relevant to Boym's quest to "grasp the rhythm of [nostalgia's] longing, its enticements and entrapments". 

At this point it should probably be noted that Dr Arnaud's final diagnosis, Louis-wise, was not ? as might, perhaps, have been expected ? of a patient suffering from abnormally intense deja vu, but of someone obsessed with the idea of deja vu itself. Of course, the feeling prompted by looking at old music magazines you haven't seen for 30 years is not in fact "deja vu" (perhaps best defined ? before the term itself had even been coined ? by the US novelist Nathaniel Hawthorne as "that odd state of mind wherein we fitfully and teasingly remember some previous scene or incident, of which the one now passing appears to be but the echo and the reduplication") but its opposite. 

Does anyone out there have a name for the sensation of revisiting something you know you experienced first time around and finding it not exactly as you'd remembered? If so, I'd love to hear it. In the meantime, all those horrified by the possibility of drifting off into a trance and waking up to find themselves halfway through a 1995 Blur cover story in which Damon Albarn tells Steve Sutherland "if Kurt Cobain had played football, he'd probably be alive today" are strongly advised to give the excellent online archive of the now sadly defunct Arthur magazine (of which more next month) a try instead. 


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