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The options for watching films and series are now vaster than ever but this wider choice comes at a cost.

In this fragmented market you need more and more subscriptions to watch the same shows you used to find in one place. Streaming services include Netflix, Amazon Prime, Disney+,  Mubi, Apple TV, Paramount+, Hulu, HBO Max  and NBC’s Peacock. Piracy has become a simpler and cheaper alternative for everyone. According to London‑based piracy analytics firm MUSO, unlicensed streaming is the predominant source of TV and film piracy, accounting for 96% in 2023.

 Clearly if/when piracy increases and the number of paying customers for streaming sites falls, this has a serious knock-on effect on jobs and local economies.

But the companies have only themselves to blame. Greed is not good.

Most platforms now offer plans that, despite the fee, force advertisements on subscribers.  As Gabriel V Rindborg wrote in his article ‘Can’t Pay, Won’t Pay’:  “Studios carve out fiefdoms, build walls and levy tolls for those who wish to visit. The result is artificial scarcity in a digital world that promised abundance.” 

Corporate business models may crumble but I for one won’t be shedding any tears. To paraphrase Patti Smith : Pirates have the power to wrestle the world from fools.

Tom Verlaine was my kind of guitar hero. Not for him the power chords or false histrionics of heavy metal riff-makers. At a time when anyone playing more than three chords for more than three minutes could be accused of selling out, the title track to Television’s debut album in 1977 came like a bolt from the blue. This was punk rock elevated to a whole new level.

I first heard the track ‘Marquee Moon’ on the John Peel show while driving home late at night and had to pull over to give it my full attention. That solo guitar was like nothing I had heard before and the opening lyrics drew me into a world where poetry and rock’n’roll merged beautifully: “I remember how the darkness doubled, I recall lightning struck itself.”  

‘Marquee Moon’ is as pivotal a record as Patti Smith’s ‘Horses’ which came out two years earlier. Smith and Verlaine briefly dated and must have been the coolest couple in New York City.

Television’s debut is so perfect that it was perhaps inevitable that their second album and eponymously titled 1992 release fail to reach the same heights.

I would have liked to see Television live at their peak in a small sweaty club; – CBGB’s for example! As it was, I finally caught them in a half empty Birmingham Odeon in 1979 , a venue hardly suited to such a vogueish band.  

In the late 1980s, I saw Verlaine play a solo show at Bloomsbury Theatre, London looking so immaculately wasted that he seemed at death’s door even then. But his beaufifully chiselled featured and skinny physique have always held a special fascination for me. This was what a garret room poet ought to look like. I had no idea what his politics were or, indeed, much at all about his background, but that’s fine. He was a blank slate that I could build all my bohemian hopes and dreams upon.  

Now he has finally fallen into the arms of Venus de Milo, the world is a poorer place.

Tom Verlaine (December 13, 1949 – January 28, 2023)

M TRAIN by Patti Smith (Bloomsbury , 2015)
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If you have lived in a cave for the past four decades or spent too much time listening exclusively to crappy chart pop you wouldn’t know that Patti Smith is a Rock’n’Roll star.

You wouldn’t necessarily be any the wiser from reading her second autobiographical work either since there are practically no references to music making.

What you do learn from this collection of short loosely connected essays is that she is addicted to coffee, hates housework, loves visiting the graves of dead poets, likes taking black and white photos with a Polaroid camera and spends a good chunk of her free time binge-viewing TV shows (The Killing is a particular favourite). Continue reading

ROCKIN’ 1000 – THAT’S LIVE : Orogel Stadium, Cesena, Italy 24th July 2016

arockin4Talkin’ ’bout a revolution?

Well, if you define a revolution as a popular uprising for the common good of the people, then that is exactly what we witnessed last night at a soccer stadium in Cesena in a unique event organized by Rockin’1000.

This time last year Cesena rocked the world with a one-off mass performance of ‘Learn To Fly’.

The stirring video of this went viral and brought tears to the eyes of Dave Grohl. It achieved the goal of getting The Foo Fighters to play in this small provincial town in Emilia-Romagna (Population 97,000) .

This is the video:

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For those about to rock. How the stadium looked before the start of the show.

This year, the aim was to kick ass worldwide once again and play, not just one song, but a full concert.

As before this was the brainchild/wild dream of Fabio Zaffagnini a modest spokesman for the project who is always at pains to point out that this a team mission that could not succeed without others having the same level of passion, creativity, madness and belief in miracles.
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31 SONGS by Nick Hornby (Penguin Books, 2003)

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Everyone has their own personal soundtrack but few have the opportunity or desire to share them with the public at large. Why indeed would anybody else be interested in what is essentially a private relationship with the music you have encountered?

Nick Hornby makes no presumption that we will find his own favorite songs innately fascinating but they are just the same. These 26 essays are interesting for what they tell us about Hornby the man and writer. I have no idea why he hit upon 31 as a number but I’m sure he had his reasons.

Having become a little bored with the increasingly contrived plots of  Hornby’s novels  I appreciated the chatty, unpretentious style he adopts here. In my view he has never topped Fever Pitch, his first published work, and  31 Songs is in the same down to earth spirit.

It is about music in the same way that Fever Pitch was about soccer; in other words, the topic serves as a useful way to contextualize subjective observations about life and popular culture. There are plenty of sharp insights on how our tastes change as we get older and particularly touching are the essays in which he talks about the pain and pleasures of fathering an autistic son. Continue reading