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Saturday, 12 January 2013

on the corner ~

if ya 'holding-folding'..this is for you..   

BBC Review

The final box set from Columbia, and maybe the most important. Modern music would...
Chris Jones 2007-10-19
Forget Bob Dylan's mauling by the critics and fans for his move into electric rock in the mid sixties; if there’s one man who has suffered more from the ire of his peers it has to be Miles. Hindsight shows us that his move from modal jazz to dirty street funk between 1968 and 1975 was an inspired evolution of a musical genius, but from the release of In A Silent Way onwards Davis was frequently misunderstood and brutally chastised for daring to change. The culmination was On The Corner. A huge part of his fanbase took it as a genuine insult, directed at those who had stuck with him even through the drastic reinvention of Bitches Brew.
Here was an album that seemed to kowtow to the demands of a younger, hipper audience (just check the truly awful cover art for starters), eschewing soloing for the groove, yet even funk rock fans had a hard time getting it. As a result it was his slowest selling album of his entire career at Columbia. Nowadays it’s a different story. We now know that the dark undertow of these relentless jams along with the revolutionary cut and paste approach to their 'construction' from hours of sessions prefigured and in some cases gave birth to nu-jazz, jazz funk, experimental jazz, ambient and even world music.
This, the last deluxe box set to collect outtakes, original un-mixed masters and un-edited takes, is not just a document of the sessions that came to make up On The Corner, it also collects sessions from between '72 and '75 of the work that made up Big Fun and Get Up With It. Here we find the originals of some of Miles' most pivotal work, not least the incredible "He Loved Him Madly" which was once cited by Brian Eno as changing his entire view of music.
Over six cds we get the complete picture of Davis’ last effort to re-contextualise electric instrumentation within modern music. Here musicians checked their egos at the door and were asked to subsume their skills in service to brooding repetition and flurries of colour splashed over skewed vamps. The real heroes of the piece in fact may just be Michael Henderson - on whose staccato, minimalist fender bass riffing every workout hangs - and of course, producer Teo Macero, whose interest in Stockhausen and tape manipulation allowed him to piece together this material in such challenging ways.
Miles himself barely appears on some cuts, his muted trumpet squawking intermittently while a stellar cast whips up a storm. The cuts often feature up to five percussionists demonstrating how Miles wanted to connect with a street vibe that by the early 70s signified not only musical radicalism but also a political stance that connected his muse back to the ghetto. This is above all Black music, devoted to rhythm but steeped in confrontational voodoo. As if to underline the cultural rhetoric he throws into the heavy gumbo the Eastern flavours of sitar and tabla as on "Chieftain" and "Black Satin".
John Mclaughlin’s guitar bites and shimmers in a wah-wah frenzy, as does Pete Cosey’s. Both Dave Liebman's and Sonny Fortune's sax and flute frills add pathos…the list goes on and on, but above all the groove holds sway.
For Miles fanatics, hours could be spent identifying the source materials and players who make up each track. Luckily a fabulously comprehensive set of sleevenotes and annotations by mixer Bob Belden does the job perfectly. There’s also an insight into the process of recording by electric cellist and sessioneer extrordinaire, Paul Buckmaster.
It still sounds fearless and almost wilfully formless, but it’s also still some of the greatest music ever recorded. Without this modern music just wouldn't be the same, it’s as simple as that. For this reason alone this may be the most important box set of all released under Miles' name. Every home should have one.

Thursday, 10 January 2013

wot was the question again..??

In today's encore selection -- total recall, the ability of someone to remember every word they read or hear, has often been lauded as tantamount to a high level of intelligence. The opposite is more often the case. Those with total recall often have difficulty making decisions, and more readily miss understanding the overall point of a book or lecture --because they get enmeshed in an undistinguishable mass of irrelevant details. Forgetting, it turns out, has enormous value for concise understanding and for emotional health:

"Solomon Shereshevsky could recite entire speeches, word for word, after hearing them once. In minutes, he memorized complex math formulas, passages in foreign languages and tables consisting of 50 numbers or nonsense syllables. The traces of these sequences were so durably etched in his brain that he could reproduce them years later, according to Russian psychologist Alexander R. Luria, who wrote about the man he called, simply, 'S' in The Mind of a Mnemonist.

"But the weight of all the memories, piled up and overlapping in his brain, created crippling confusion. S could not fathom the meaning of a story, because the words got in the way. 'No,' [S] would say. 'This is too much. Each word calls up images; they collide with one another, and the result is chaos. I can't make anything out of this.' When S was asked to make decisions, as chair of a union group, he could not parse the situation as a whole, tripped up as he was on irrelevant details. He made a living performing feats of recollection.

"Yet he desperately wanted to forget. In one futile attempt, he wrote down items he wanted purged from his mind and burned the paper. Although S's efforts to rein in his memory were unusually vigilant, we all need -- and often struggle -- to forget. 'Human memory is pretty good,' says cognitive neuroscientist Benjamin J. Levy of Stanford University. 'The problem with our memories is not that nothing comes to mind -- but that irrelevant stuff comes to mind.'

"The act of forgetting crafts and hones data in the brain as if carving a statue from a block of marble. It enables us to make sense of the world by clearing a path to the thoughts that are truly valuable. It also aids emotional recovery. 'You want to forget embarrassing things,' says cognitive neuroscientist Zara Bergstrom of the University of Cambridge. 'Or if you argue with your partner, you want to move on.' In recent years researchers have amassed evidence for our ability to willfully forget. They have sketched out a neural circuit underlying this skill analogous to the one that inhibits impulsive actions.

"The emerging data provide the first scientific support for Sigmund Freud's controversial theory of repression, by which unwanted memories are shoved into the subconscious. The new evidence suggests that the ability to repress is quite useful. Those who cannot do this well tend to let thoughts stick in their mind. They ruminate, which can pave a path to depression. Weak restraints on memory may similarly impede the emotional recovery of trauma victims. Lacking brakes on mental intrusions, individuals with attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) are also more likely to be among the forgetless (to coin a term). In short, memory -- and forgetting -- can shape your personality."

Friday, 4 January 2013

power to all of the people ~

Malala Yousafzai leaves Queen Elizabeth Hospital

The Pakistani schoolgirl activist shot in the head by the Taliban has been discharged from a Birmingham hospital as an inpatient.
Malala Yousafzai, 15, was being treated at Queen Elizabeth Hospital (QEHB) after being transferred following the attack in October.
She will continue rehabilitation at her family's temporary West Midlands home.
The Taliban said it shot Malala, a campaigner for girls' education, for "promoting secularism".
The shooting, in a school bus, sparked domestic and international outrage.

Start Quot'Strong young woman

Malala was returning home from school in the north-western Swat district on 9 October when gunmen stopped her vehicle and shot her in the head and the chest.
She received immediate treatment in Pakistan where surgeons removed a bullet which entered just above her left eye and ran along her jaw, grazing her brain.
The teenager was then flown to the UK and was admitted to the QEHB on 15 October to receive specialist treatment.
Over the past few weeks, Malala has been leaving the hospital on home visits to spend time with her father Ziauddin, mother Toorpekai and younger brothers, Khushal and Atul.
The University Hospitals Birmingham NHS Foundation Trust said doctors believe she will continue to make good progress outside the hospital.

The schoolgirl is due to undergo cranial reconstruction surgery in late January or early February.
Dr Dave Rosser, the trust's medical director, said: "Malala is a strong young woman and has worked hard with the people caring for her to make excellent progress in her recovery.
"Following discussions with Malala and her medical team, we decided that she would benefit from being at home with her parents and two brothers.
"She will return to the hospital as an outpatient and our therapies team will continue to work with her at home to supervise her care."
Peace award
Since the shooting, Malala and her father have had threats made against their lives by the Taliban.
Foreign Secretary William Hague tweeted: "Delighted #Malala is well enough to leave hospital.
"The future Pakistan she dreams of is one we must support."
Malala came to prominence when, as an 11-year-old, she wrote a diary for BBC Urdu, giving an account of how her school in Mingora town dealt with the Taliban's 2009 edict to close girls' schools.
Her love for education, and her courage in standing up to the Taliban, made her an icon of bravery and earned her a national peace award in 2011.
The president of Pakistan, Asif Ali Zardari, visited Malala at the hospital on 8 December and assured the family his government would meet the expenses of the treatment.

Mr Yousafzai has been appointed education attache at the Consulate of Pakistan for at least three years.
On Wednesday, the Pakistan government announced that Malala's father had been given a job in Birmingham.
The family has received thousands of cards, gifts and messages of support from well-wishers since arriving in the UK.
In a statement in November, her father said the family "deeply feel the heart-touching good wishes of the people across the world of all castes, colour and creed".
He added: "I am awfully thankful to all the peace-loving well-wishers who strongly condemn the assassination attempt on Malala, who pray for her health, and support the grand cause of peace, education, freedom of thought and freedom of expression."
Tens of thousands of people have also signed a petition calling for Malala to receive the Nobel Peace Prize.
West Midlands Police said it continued to work with the hospital and the family "to provide support and liaison as Malala recuperates from her injuries".
The force said it would be inappropriate to comment on the ongoing policing operation.
thax to BBC News ~

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Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Brothers & Sisters ~

with no fear and a full stomach, I don't care how shite your life appears to be, these children need your help, get off your fat arse & do something, if only ya rattle the tin with a ten-pence piece _


Thousands of children displaced by fighting in and around the city of Goma in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) risk recruitment to armed groups.
Thursday 22 November 2012
Tens of thousands of people have fled Goma as rebels took over the city on Tuesday.
Save the Children staff on ground report that children have been separated from their parents in the rush to escape the rebel advance, and could face recruitment from armed groups operating in the area.
“Any child separated in the rush to flee the fighting is at grave risk of being recruited by any one of several militias in the area,” said Rob MacGillivray, our country director in the DRC.
A team of Save the Children staff is poised to enter Goma as soon as the security situation allows vital humanitarian work to recommence.
As soon as it is safe to do so, we will provide life-saving medicines and health care, eduction and emotional support to children.
We will also distribute key household items to families who may have left their belongings behind when fleeing the violence.
Grave risk
Rob MacGillivray added: “We know that these groups have had few qualms about forcing children to join in the past and have no reason to suppose they will take a different approach now.
"The situation is extremely chaotic, with some families being displaced more than once, and we can only imagine how confused and frightened children caught up in this violence will be.”
Food running out
Save the Children is also deeply concerned that vulnerable families and children are unable to access healthcare and warns that food supplies are quickly running out.
An estimated 400,000 people live in Goma, and the surrounding area is home to another 300,000 displaced people, according to the UN.
Tens of thousands of people have already fled the area, with children particularly vulnerable.
“In any refugee crisis children face a range of risks, including separation from their families, abuse and exploitation, but the long-term insecurity in the eastern DRC means children are in a particularly dangerous situation,” MacGillivray continued.
Children alone
“They may be alone in an area where armed groups often recruit children, have witnessed terrible things, and without basic supplies like food and clean water.
"We call all sides to ensure that children are offered the protection they are owed and that they can be reunited with their families as soon as possible.”  
it's time to help your BrotherMan, put your hand where your mouth is !

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

flap dragon ~

wot happen Pippa..??
the silence betrays ya..
with an a bootle & glass as hot as your's & a sister in high places
you don't need to show any respect, your an 'un-equal' citizen
but tell me, how much did the 'get outta jail card' cost..??
money don't talk, it fuckin' swears..Happy New Year my dear!

                         gang-land stylee..batty boom boom 
                                 eat cake JoHnny _

Monday, 31 December 2012

Happy New Year to Ya!

The Good, the Bad & the Ugly:

True tequila is made from agave.  If a tequila isn't 100% blue agave, then it's supplemented with alcohols and flavors from other sources (usually corn).  If you taste a 100% agave tequila, you'll see why tequila was invented: it's fruity and pungent, not harsh.

Like most good liquors (brandy, port, scotch), it benefits from time to develop its flavors.  If you leave it for two months to a year, it's "rested" (reposado).  Leave it for longer than that, and it's "old" or "aged" (añejo).  As with scotch, the longer you let it rest, the more expensive it is.

You can let it rest in glass or steel tanks, which will leave it clear (silver or "blanco", white).  Or you can rest it the way they do with whiskey, in charred wood barrels.  That gives it other flavors (caramel, vanilla, tannin, pepper, etc. depending on the kind of barrel), and turns it a golden color ("oro").

For cheap tequilas, not made from 100% agave, they make "gold" tequila by adding caramel colorings and flavors, but it bears little resemblance to the properly aged gold tequilas.

If you try the good tequila, you'll find that the cheap stuff is intolerable.  A good tequila is every bit as complex and interesting as a good scotch.  Unfortunately, it's also about as expensiv

cold calling ~

                   take your hand outta my pocket please..

with three generations of 'dolers' & not a pukka job in sight!'s time to accept..the long term achievement reward for benefit fraud ~

Sunday, 30 December 2012

does my head look big in this..??

Shelley at Oxford..out now!

by Heathcote Williams

Although an aristocrat by birth, Shelley became a rebel, a passionate revolutionary, whose life’s purpose was to attack tyranny and injustice in state and society. His career of rebellion began at Oxford, from where he was expelled for atheism at the age of 19. From this crucial starting-point, Heathcote Williams provides us with a new account of Shelley’s message and gives us back the real Shelley, the intellectual revolutionary free of the romantic stereotype. In Shelley at Oxford, we have a raw and incendiary wild-child brought to life in a piece of writing that shows exactly why Shelley is thought of as so scorchingly subversive some two centuries later.
Heathcote Williams is an anarchist, magician, and writer. His unique form of polemical poetry, which questions and challenges established power and authority, is in the great tradition of visionary dissent. In many ways Williams is Shelley’s modern-day heir.
that means, they're both rich, privilege fuckers, but don't hold that against 'em!

if ya wanna follow the link to 'Huxley Scientific Press' ;

zip it kid ~

never trust your betters' otherwise all kinds a mischief could befall ya!

This revolution of 'improvement' helped shape the landscape we accept today as the Scottish countryside. But it also swept aside a traditional way of life, causing immense upheaval and trauma for rural dwellers, many of whom moved to the new towns and cities or emigrated. 

Friday, 28 December 2012

songs of faded love ~

2012 was just another year in's the the best bit,
Tempest ~
The pale moon rose in its glory
Out o'er the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down
T'was the fourteenth day of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a gilded age foretold
The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
Moving through the shadows
The promised hour was near
Lights were holding steady
Gliding over the foam
All the lords and ladies
Heading for their eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld

Leo took his sketchbook
He was often so inclined
He closed his eyes and painted
The scenery in his mind
Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap
He heard a loud commotion
Something sounded wrong
His inner spirit was saying
That he couldn't stand here long
He staggered to the quarterdeck
No time now to sleep
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep
Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky splitting all around
The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside
Lights down in the hallway
Flickering dim and dull
Dead bodies already floating
In the double bottom hull
The engines then exploded
Propellers they failed to start
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart
Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more weary than the last
The veil was torn asunder
'Tween the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done
The watchman lay there dreaming
At forty-five degrees
He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking
Dropping to her knees
Wellington he was sleeping
His bed began to slide
His valiant heart was beating
He pushed the tables aside
Glass of shattered crystal
Lay scattered roundabout
He strapped on both his pistols
How long could he hold out?
His men and his companions
Were nowhere to be seen
In silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene
The passageway was narrow
There was blackness in the air
He saw every kind of sorrow
Heard voices everywhere
Alarm-bells were ringing
To hold back the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side
Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Love and pity sent their prayers
The rich man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling wife

He had no way of knowing
Be the last trip of his life
Calvin, Blake, and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale or disembark
Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In every circumstance
They fought and slaughtered each other
In a deadly dance
They lowered down the lifeboats
From the sinking wreck
There were traitors, there were turncoats
Broken backs and broken necks
The bishop left his cabin
To help all those in need
Turned his eyes up to the heavens
Said, "The poor are yours to feed"

Davey the brothel-keeper
Came out dismissed his girls
Saw the water getting deeper
Saw the changing of his world
Jim Backus smiled
He never learned to swim
Saw the little crippled child
And he gave his seat to him
He saw the starlight shining
Streaming from the East

Death was on the rampage
But his heart was now at peace
They battened down the hatches
But the hatches wouldn't hold
They drowned upon the staircase
Of brass and polished gold
Leo said to Cleo
I think I'm going mad
But he'd lost his mind already
Whatever mind he had
He tried to block the doorway
To save all those from harm
Blood from an open wound
Pouring down his arm
Petals fell from flowers
Til all of them were gone
In the long and dreadful hours
The wizard's curse played on
The host was pouring brandy
He was going down slow
He stayed right to the end and he
Was the last to go

There were many, many others
Nameless here forever more
They never sailed the ocean
Or left their homes before

The watchman, he lay dreaming
The damage had been done
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
And he tried to tell someone
The captain, barely breathing
Kneeling at the wheel
Above him and beneath him
Fifty thousand tons of steel

He looked over at his compass
And he gazed into its face
Needle pointing downward
He knew he lost the race
In the dark illumination
He remembered bygone years
He read the Book of Revelation
And he filled his cup with tears
When the Reaper's task had ended
Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
The good, the bad, the rich, the poor
The loveliest and the best

They waited at the landing
And they tried to understand
But there is no understanding
For the judgment of God's hand

The news came over the wires
And struck with deadly force
The love had lost its fires
All things had run their course
The watchman he lay dreaming
Of all the things that can be
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the deep blue sea...Bob Dylan _