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Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 1

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From Uncut's September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first st...

From Uncut’s September 2002 issue: In one of the most revealing interviews of his career, Bruce Springsteen talks exclusively to Adam Sweeting about his new album, The Rising, much of which was written in the aftermath of September 11, and which reunites him with the E Street Band for their first studio album since Born In The USA.

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 2

Bruce Springsteen: “I think I just wanted to be great” – Part 3

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If all you’ve ever seen of New Jersey is Newark Airport or the bits they show you in the opening sequence of The Sopranos, you will have assumed it’s a grimy jungle of factories, warehouses and shopping malls interspersed with toxic waste dumps. It’s the kind of place where they’ve given up trying to count the number of corpses stirred into the concrete buttresses holding up the freeways. But keep driving for a couple of hours away from Manhattan and, eventually, you discover why cars in Jersey have “The Garden State” stamped on their number plates. Once the dismal miles of urban blight have receded into the rear-view mirror, it’s startling to find the landscape opening out into undulating acres of woodland and lush green grassland, with the occasional picturesque lake thrown in for good measure.

Whatever mythology may surround New Jersey, Bruce Springsteen has been a substantial contributor. He was born in Freehold, NJ on September 23, 1949, a few miles inland from the seaside resort of Asbury Park which would become the laboratory for his songwriting and the birthplace of the E Street Band. One of his earliest songs was titled “Garden State Parkway Blues.” The last song on his new album is called “My City Of Ruins,” and you’d imagine it was about New York in the aftermath of September 11. In fact, he wrote it a couple of years ago about Asbury Park, a bedraggled and down-at-heel town living in hope of investment and redevelopment. Asbury Park now has a street dubbed Boss Boulevard, and the New Jersey legislature was grateful enough to one of its best-known sons to anoint “Born To Run” as the state’s official rock anthem.

In the early ’90s, Springsteen and his family – which now comprises wife Patti, two sons and a daughter – shuttled between homes in Jersey and California, where Springsteen’s parents had gone to live in the late ’60s, but lately they’ve shifted their centre of gravity back east. Most of the time, home is a farm in Colts Neck, nestling in the midst of gymkhana country in rural Jersey but not far from either Asbury Park or Freehold. As he once put it, “Where you come from is like your family and your best friend.” Most of the farm’s acres of pasture are screened from the main road by trees and hedges, though locals can sometimes catch a glimpse of Mr and Mrs Springsteen out horse-riding.

As we turn in through the gate and scrunch up the gravel driveway towards the house, Springsteen saunters out across the front lawn to say hi. In a loose-fitting shirt, jeans and motorcycle boots, he looks more like the guy who’s come to grease the gearbox on the tractor than the neighbourhood rock’n’roll superhero. The sun is searing down under a perfect blue sky, so he leads the way indoors where the climate is controlled and the fridge is packed with cold drinks.

“My friend, you are experiencing a classic Jersey summer’s day,” he announces with proprietorial bonhomie.

We settle back in a couple of chairs in the living room, with mineral water and an ice bucket on the table. The room is cool and comfortable, furnished in down-home Jersey Rustic rather than designer minimalism or arthouse chic.

“This area has been quite a sanctuary for me over the years,” Springsteen reflects. “I’d say we have as relatively normal a life as possible under the circumstances – where everybody knows your music and knows who you are – but you can go to the carnival, you can go to the circus and nobody really bothers you. You can go to the boardwalk on a jammed Saturday night where there’s a thousand people there and it’s fine. People will look and say ‘Hello, how you doing?,’ it’s all just… it’s all very do-able without much hassle, y’know?”

The upstanding citizen, he’s happy to be on call for collecting the local kids from school and ferrying them home or to sports meetings. He plays coach to his eldest son Evan’s baseball team. Sometimes on Halloween, he and Patti invite the Boy and Girl Scouts around to their house. “It’s just regular stuff, y’know,” he shrugs. “It’s nothing unusual.”

Even when his fame reached hysterical dimensions during the Born In The USA period in the mid-’80s, Springsteen always tried to keep at least one boot planted on the ground. In Los Angeles at the shrieking zenith of Bossmania, he once amazed Tom Petty by strolling down to Tower Records on Sunset Boulevard to load up with a few new waxings. He even paid for them himself.

“I think you have to make a point of behaving like a human being,” ponders the mature tunesmith. “I understand people who feel very uncomfortable at a certain point with the amount of notoriety and attention. On one hand, obviously, you go out and you ask for it, you shake your butt in front of 20,000 people and part of the artist thing is that artists are narcissistic and self-involved and ego-driven and bottomless to some degree in their needs and what they want. That comes with the turf, I believe.”

This prompts one of many outbursts of wheezy laughter. When Springsteen’s funny bone gets tickled, he can sound incongruously like Dick Dastardly’s dog, Muttley.

“So the question is, ‘OK, that’s me, but how do I manage those things? Do I manage them well?’ In the end it’s the measure of your ability to deal with the whole thing. I’ve met people who are nervous about going out for one reason or another, but what we did was always kind of ‘Hail brother!,’ You know? I think it transferred over to some of the people who listen to us and so they give you a reasonable amount of space. There’s really nothing to it. You may have to insist on it slightly – ‘I’m gonna do this no matter what’ – but particularly in the past decade or so, when I’ve been less in the limelight, it’s just very easy and very manageable.”

Naturally, there’s a little sleight of hand involved. There’s a discreet security cordon around the Springsteens, and nobody gets close to the house without submitting to a brisk once-over from the guards. The estate is also protected by any number of unseen electronic safeguards. After recent events in America, precautions are mandatory.

Does he worry about kidnapping or terrorism?

“Well, it’s one of those things. A little girl was kidnapped near here not long ago. It was some people who’d moved down from the city and she was on the lawn and luckily they got her back, and it had been done by somebody who was very… misguided, y’know? But it comes with the job a little bit. There’s a certain level of security conciousness, and I do take extra precautions that a normal guy doesn’t when it comes to my family and that sort of thing.”

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The reason Springsteen has allowed Uncut to cross his perimeter is to put the word out about his new album, The Rising. While it would be an over-simplification to say the disc is exclusively ‘about’ the events of September 11, what happened that day and the aftershocks that continue to ripple out from it delivered a powerful jolt to Springsteen’s creative processes. Among the album’s themes you can pick out loss, faith, incomprehension, fear and hope, and even some all-join-hands celebration. As much as anything, the songs reflect the effort involved in trying to adjust to a world where the things you thought were stable and unchanging might suddenly split open to reveal a howling void beneath.

“To me, it feels as rocky as any time since the Cuban missile crisis,” Springsteen reckons. “I don’t know if we’ve lived in as volatile a moment since that time, a moment where it feels like there’s a lot of forces loose in the world that could go either way. There’s a tremendous need right now for good leadership and I’m not sure that I see it out there, so it’s a very, very volatile moment in world history without a doubt.

“I’m certainly concerned, and I know my kids are frightened. They go ‘The terrorists! The terrorists!’ They take it in, and it’s become as much a part of their childhood language as the atom bomb was for us in the ’50s, and diving under the school desk, y’know? My son’s always saying, ‘What if there’s a terrorist at the movies?’ I’d have to go back there to remember a particular time in recent history when it’s felt like this.”

The perilous and lopsided state of the planet had a galvanising effect on his working methods. The man who once ground his way through 5000 interminable studio hours while dragging Born In The USA to completion, and who recorded 60 songs en route to whittling down to the final 20 which made it onto 1980’s The River, found himself galloping ahead at breakneck speed.

“With the exception of two or three songs that I had already, the body of the record was probably written between September and… we finished up in May – about five or six months,” he recalls. “The songwriting itself was not time-consuming. The songs formed themselves pretty quickly and I had a process where I’d demo them pretty fast because I have a studio set up – a room like this, a living room – and it enabled me to see if it was a good song. That really helped me weed through a lot of different ideas I had. But the songs were written quickly.”

For Boss-o-philes, the big news is that The Rising is the first studio album he has made with the E Street Band since Born In The USA in 1984, although combinations of E Streeters appeared on 1987’s Tunnel Of Love. Aside from a couple of isolated episodes, band and Boss didn’t perform together between the end of 1988 and spring 1999, with the reunion preserved on last year’s Live In New York City. After such a protracted separation, Springsteen knew they had to take at least one step up from where they’d left off. Where the live album, The Ghost Of Tom Joad (1995) and 1998’s archive-trawl Tracks were all credited to the co-production duo of Springsteen and long-serving studio sidekick Chuck Plotkin, this time he felt the need for fresh thinking and some different hands on the tiller.

Enter Brendan O’Brien, whose production and mixing skills have made him studio guru du jour for a swarm of cutting-edge hard rock bands, from Pearl Jam and Soundgarden to Korn, Limp Bizkit, Rage Against The Machine and Stone Temple Pilots. Not to mention the more lived-in likes of Bob Dylan, Aerosmith and Mick Jagger.

“I’d heard Brendan’s records in the mid-’90s,” says Springsteen, “and they were just powerful rock records, y’know, like Pearl Jam. I just thought they sounded really good. I’d probably been thinking about working with somebody else for five or so years. After the tour, I’d recorded with the E Street Band for a couple of weekends in the studio. Everybody sounded great, but it wasn’t quite what I felt was gonna be called for if I was gonna make a record with the band again. I felt it had to live up to the history of work we’d done, and I knew I didn’t know how to do that.”

Bruce kicked it around with his manager and sometime co-producer Jon Landau, who also felt he wasn’t sufficiently well-versed in current studio techniques to climb back into the producer’s chair.

“We just got to a place where my abilities as a producer had reached their limits,” Springsteen admits. “I was not in the studio regularly enough or recording enough different kinds of music. The sound of things changes every eight to 10 years, just the sound of records on the radio – the way the drums sound, the way the voice is treated – and those were the things I didn’t know a lot about. I said I can’t do justice to the band at this point by producing this thing myself or with Jon, so we said let’s meet some other people. We knew we’d do a fine job on our own if we had to, but let’s meet some other people and see what their ideas are.”

A meeting was duly set up with O’Brien, and Springsteen dug out some demos of a couple of unrecorded songs, including “Nothing Man” and “Further On (Up The Road),” which would both eventually find their way onto The Rising. Both had been written prior to the unwelcome arrival of Al Qaeda over lower Manhattan. O’Brien listened, liked what he heard, and began to form a mental picture of what a Springsteen/E Street album ought to sound like in 2002.

“Really, it just came down to, ‘We’d like to record some good songs if we can and we’d like it to be exciting’,” says Springsteen, “and basically he said ‘Yeah.’ He said, ‘I have a studio down south and I like to work there, but I can work anywhere,’ so I said, ‘Let’s work where you work and where you’re comfortable.’ We made a date. He came back one other time and I’d demo’d ‘Into The Fire,’ I had a funky little demo of it at the time, and I had ‘You’re Missing,’ and together we demo’d that and we worked together. It was something I hadn’t done in a long time, to really collaborate over the structure and creation of one of my songs – I was used to doing all that myself. So we’d say, ‘Oh, how about this in the bridge? How about this chord? How about we move this here? How about we wait this long?’ Brendan is a musician himself, he’s very musical and he had a lot of good ideas, so we went down south to Georgia and went into the studio.”

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Before you could say “Rosalita”, the sparks started flying on E Street. “We played ‘Into The Fire’ two or three times. We came out, sat down, and in about 20 seconds I realised this was my guy, y’know? The band sounded like the band, but not like I’d heard them before, and that was what I was looking for. I wanted it to be like ‘this is the way we sound right now’, something that my audience who have been following me for years will recognise and it will also be new for them. That was it, it was what I was looking for. I said, ‘Well, as long as I can write some songs’… and I had two good ones there. I’d also written a couple of good ones on the last tour, ‘American Skin’ and ‘Land Of Hope And Dreams’, so I said, ‘Well, y’know, I think I can find my rock voice.’ For a while I wasn’t sure if I could find that voice again, because I knew I didn’t want it to be the voice from Born In The USA, which was really the last time I sang that way.”

As the sessions developed and they began to feel at home in Southern Tracks Recording in Atlanta, Springsteen found he didn’t really need to worry. The songs he was writing arrived carrying their own sets of instructions about how they wanted to be performed and arranged. In the weird atmosphere of trauma and disorientation in the post-September 11 fallout, he found himself acting virtually as a receiver of messages flashing in from his own sub-conscious or from out of the disturbances in the collective ether.

“I think the second or third week in September I’d written ‘Into The Fire’ for a telethon [America: A Tribute To Heroes] they had here in the States after 9/11, and I was gonna sing it on the telethon, but instead I sang a song I already had called ‘My City Of Ruins.’ Then I wrote ‘You’re Missing’, then after that I woke up one night and I had this song, ‘The Fuse,’ and so all of a sudden you have elements of the story you’re compelled to tell at a certain moment. That you’re kind of asked to tell. Then you look at it and listen to it and it begins to say, y’know, there’s just a wide variety of emotional elements to make it thoughtful and complete, and the songs kind of present themselves as such and in that fashion.

“It’s not necessarily linear and it’s not necessarily directly literal – in fact, hopefully it’s not really literal. That was something I was trying not to do. I wanted to feel emotionally in that context but not directly literal, though on some songs I was gonna be more literal than on others. Those songs kind of anchored the theme of the record, so when you get to the other ones you start to look into it and check the verses and realise it’s a piece of the whole thing. That was pretty much how it developed, very instinctively. It wasn’t over thought-out.”

In other words, it was the polar opposite of the songs on The Ghost Of Tom Joad, which were long, evolving narratives painstakingly assembled from fine detail and closely-observed characterisation. The only one of the new songs vaguely in that vein is “Nothing Man”, apparently a vignette of a small-town character who becomes a local hero after some unspecified act of heroism.

“Right, and that I wrote in 1994,” Springsteen nods. “This album is the opposite end of the lyrical spectrum. There’s detail, but it was a different type of writing than I’ve done in a while. It was just sort of pop songwriting or rock songwriting, y’know? I was trying to find a way to tell the story in that context. One of the things I learnt on some of my earlier records where I tried to record the band… for instance, on Nebraska, immediately the band played those songs they overruled the lyrics. It didn’t work. Those two forms didn’t fit. The band comes in and generally makes noise, and the lyrics wanted silence, y’know? They make arrangement, and the lyrics wanted less arrangement. The lyrics wanted to be at the centre and there was a minimal amount of music. The music was very necessary but it wanted to be minimal, and so with The Rising I was trying to make an exciting record with the E Street Band which I hadn’t done in a long time, so that form was kind of driving me.”

With O’Brien a reassuring presence in the control booth, Springsteen felt able to focus on writing and performing. “Brendan had a particular, distinct aesthetic point of view where he said, ‘Yeah. I think this is working on this, but this makes it sound like that,’ y’know? So this was a situation where I trusted his viewpoint very intensely, and I had a lot of faith in where he thought the thing was going to go soundwise.

“The guitars were brought way up front, the keyboards were put in a different spot, things sounded a little different. We used a variety of different tape loops, and we had a lot of different found sounds going on – everything to sort of not go to the normal thing that we’d done in the past. The essential thing was to get the band to feel sonically fresh. He knew exactly what to do there, so I got to kind of sit back and do the singing and the playing and the songwriting.”

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Although on occasions Springsteen has seen his music being claimed by politicians from either end of the spectrum – Ronald Reagan and his Democratic rival Walter Mondale both tried to steal some of his Born In The USA thunder in 1964 – his focus has remained resolutely on the personal and the particular. On that occasion Springsteen was careful to distance himself and his work from both candidates. Eighteen years later, he feels no more inclined to take political sides, and earlier this year he rebuffed efforts by an activist group called Independence For New Jersey to put his name forward as a candidate for the US Senate. He quoted General William Tecomseh Sherman, who refused to seek the presidency in 1884. “If nominated, I will not run,” declared The Boss, tongue presumably in cheek. “If elected, I will not serve.”

Hence, his new songs deal with individual emotions and spiritual concerns rather than American foreign policy or the disastrous incompetence of the FBI. Besides, he’s well aware that nothing will go out of date more quickly than an album picking over the debris of yesterday’s news. However, he has made an explicit gesture of looking beyond the US with “Worlds Apart”, a song with a pungent Eastern flavour thanks to a guest appearance by the Pakistani qawwali musician Asif Ali Khan and his band. Under Chuck Plotkin’s supervision, they recorded their contribution in a Los Angeles studio hooked up to the sessions in Georgia via an ISDN link.

“I came up with ‘Worlds Apart’ and I started to fool with some mid-Eastern scales in some of the background parts,” Springsteen explains. “Asif Ali Khan happened to have a record coming on Def Jam, and they happened to be in L.A. Via the ISDN line we were able to have a session across country, and they sang and played beautifully. It was very exciting to hear that sound in the middle of a rock song. I was trying to look outside the United States and move the boundaries of the record in some fashion. I think the song started when I saw a picture of the women in Afghanistan with the veils off a few days after they’d routed the Taliban out of Kabul, and their faces were so beautiful.”

Doesn’t he fear that hawkish commentators might accuse him of giving comfort to the enemy?

“Anybody can say anything,” he says with a what-the-hell gesture. “I don’t know, nothing surprises me at this point. People interpret things all different kinds of ways – it was just great Pakistani musicians and they sang beautifully. Who knows? Like you say, people come at things six ways from Sunday, but I think if someone listens to it, it just worked really well musically and they were great people and great musicians.”

Jack White’s Third Man Records to release live albums from The Shins and The Kills

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Jack White's label Third Man Records will release live recordings from The Kills, The Shins and Seasick Steve this month. The albums will be released on June 25 and were recorded at the Nashville label's Blue Room, which enables artists to record live using the studio's direct-to-acetate recordin...

Jack White‘s label Third Man Records will release live recordings from The Kills, The Shins and Seasick Steve this month.

The albums will be released on June 25 and were recorded at the Nashville label’s Blue Room, which enables artists to record live using the studio’s direct-to-acetate recording process. A statement from the label says that this is the only place in the world where artists can record direct to acetate.

A note on the label’s website reads: “We believe that this new/old method of recording is as honest as it gets, bringing listeners as close to the experience of the performance as possible (of course, that is until our team of talented engineers and tinkerers manage to gather all the necessary parts to get our time machine and teletransporter back up and running.)”

Earlier this year (May 21), the label announced that it had joined forces with the legendary Sun Records label for a series of releases. Third Man is reissuing a number of songs from Sun’s iconic back catalogue on 7-inch black vinyl, including Johnny Cash’s 1956 single ‘Get Rhythm’, which was originally backed with ‘I Walk The Line’.

BBC to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones’ Glastonbury set

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The BBC are set to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones' Saturday night headline set at next weekend's Glastonbury Festival. It was previously thought that the festival's official TV media partner would only be showing four songs from the show, but the festival's founder Michael Eavis has now revealed that a full hour of the band's performance will be broadcast. Eavis told BBC News: "It's taken a long time to get them to come and play. Everyone wants to see the Stones, basically. I think Mick Jagger wanted to play to the people here, rather than a TV show. They're going to be playing for about an hour for the TV." The end of the band's set - which will run for a total of two hours and 15 minutes, from 9:30pm to 11:45pm on June 29 – will be seen by festival attendees only, and will include a fireworks display. Eavis also said that the Pyramid Stage area has been extended to make sure the site doesn't become overcrowded during their performance, though he added he is still concerned about how popular the set will be, saying: "There might be a problem with the size of the crowd so it's slightly worrying for me, in a way." This year's Glastonbury festival is to be live streamed for the first time with viewers able to watch different stages as they happen. The BBC will use the latest digital technology to allow viewers to choose from simultaneous live streams from all the major stages and has announced that over 250 hours of footage will be broadcast across the weekend.

The BBC are set to broadcast an hour of The Rolling Stones‘ Saturday night headline set at next weekend’s Glastonbury Festival.

It was previously thought that the festival’s official TV media partner would only be showing four songs from the show, but the festival’s founder Michael Eavis has now revealed that a full hour of the band’s performance will be broadcast.

Eavis told BBC News: “It’s taken a long time to get them to come and play. Everyone wants to see the Stones, basically. I think Mick Jagger wanted to play to the people here, rather than a TV show. They’re going to be playing for about an hour for the TV.”

The end of the band’s set – which will run for a total of two hours and 15 minutes, from 9:30pm to 11:45pm on June 29 – will be seen by festival attendees only, and will include a fireworks display. Eavis also said that the Pyramid Stage area has been extended to make sure the site doesn’t become overcrowded during their performance, though he added he is still concerned about how popular the set will be, saying: “There might be a problem with the size of the crowd so it’s slightly worrying for me, in a way.”

This year’s Glastonbury festival is to be live streamed for the first time with viewers able to watch different stages as they happen. The BBC will use the latest digital technology to allow viewers to choose from simultaneous live streams from all the major stages and has announced that over 250 hours of footage will be broadcast across the weekend.

Bruce Springsteen performs Born To Run in full as tribute to James Gandolfini

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Bruce Springsteen played his classic 1975 album Born To Run in full yesterday (June 20) as a tribute to the actor James Gandolfini, who passed away yesterday at the age of 51. Springsteen turned his show at Coventry's Ricoh Arena into a tribute to the late actor, who had worked with E Street Band...

Bruce Springsteen played his classic 1975 album Born To Run in full yesterday (June 20) as a tribute to the actor James Gandolfini, who passed away yesterday at the age of 51.

Springsteen turned his show at Coventry’s Ricoh Arena into a tribute to the late actor, who had worked with E Street Band member Steven Van Zandt on The Sopranos.

Hidden Track reports that 12 songs into his set, Springsteen announced that he and his band would be playing the classic album in full and were dedicating its performance to Gandolfini. Over the weekend Springsteen performed his 1978 album Darkness On The Edge Of Town in full at his show at Wembley Stadium.

Of the death of Gandolfini, Steven Van Zandt wrote on Twitter: “I have lost a brother and a best friend. The world has lost one of the greatest actors of all time.” Other musicians including Kings Of Leon, Slash and Justin Timberlake have also paid tribute to Gandolfini, with Nathan Followill of Kings Of Leon tweeting: “RIP James Gandolfini Such sad news.”

Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performances. Responding to news of his death, the show’s creator David Chase said in a statement: “He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time. A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, ‘You don’t get it. You’re like Mozart.'”

Bruce Springsteen played:

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Long Walk Home

My Love Will Not Let You Down

Two Hearts

Seeds

Trapped

Long Time Comin’

Wrecking Ball

Death To My Hometown

Hungry Heart

The River

Thunder Road

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

Night

Backstreets

Born to Run

She’s The One

Meeting Across The River

Jungleland

Pay Me My Money Down

Shackled And Drawn

Waitin’ On A Sunny Day

Lonesome Day

Badlands

We Are Alive

Born In The U.S.A.

Bobby Jean

Dancing In The Dark

Raise Your Hand

American Land

Reviewed: Iggy & The Stooges, Savages, Body/Head, London South Bank Centre, June 20, 2013

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Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale his finite variety, though he does seem fractionally more concerned about his trousers falling down these days. The ungodly miracle of Iggy Pop, 66 years old, remains one of the most bizarre and compelling spectacles in rock’n’roll; more bizarre and compelling, perhaps, with every year that goes by. Tonight is, more or less, business as usual. He arrives shirtless, drenches his preposterous body with mineral water about four times per song, throws himself around the stage and into the crowd, hams outrageously, and appears largely oblivious of the band playing behind him. That this band is currently helmed by his longtime nemesis, James Williamson, seems mostly irrelevant to him. There is no visible tension, because Pop and Williamson - the latter a technology geek and Sony’s former Vice President of Technology Standards, now enjoying a rather unusual retirement - are operating onstage in such different and private worlds. The band does matter to Iggy, of course, since the evolving Stooges reunion has provided a creative and commercial rebirth these past few years. Scott Asheton is on sick leave (replaced by Toby Dammit, once of the Swans and Pop’s ‘90s band), but Williamson, Steve Mackay and the enthusiastically gurning Mike Watt (a Stooges bassist for roughly seven years longer than any of his predecessors) are a formidable unit, albeit one for whom subtlety remains, in general, a happily alien concept. So, as part of a festival (Yoko Ono’s Meltdown) that has paid special attention to rock’s feminist trailblazers (I catch Savages and Kim Gordon’s new Body/Head project earlier in the evening), we get a 90-minute set that concludes with “Cock In My Pocket”, along with reassuringly Neolithic throbs through the canon: “Raw Power”, “1970”, “Search And Destroy”, a delirious run of “I Wanna Be Your Dog”, “No Fun” and “Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell”. Mackay gets an extended sax solo at the end of a tremendous “Funhouse”, so that the stage can be cleared of the hundreds – literally, hundreds – of audience members who Iggy has invited up to join him (among the fine dancers, free spirits, exhibitionists, phone-wranglers and terrible old punk posers up there, my favourite is a slightly overawed beanpole in a cycling helmet). The businesslike Williamson’s nuances are mostly lost in the torrential racket of it all, though he does get to play lap steel on a stagily reflective “The Departed”, the worst of the new “Ready To Die” songs. “Sex And Money” is probably the best, though, Ron Asheton fan that I am, I still prefer most of “The Weirdness” or, better yet, “Little Electric Chair” from “Skull Ring”. The new songs don’t last long, though, and Williamson’s presence also brings the bonus of “Night Theme”, “Johanna” and, notably, “Beyond The Law” from “Kill City”. One suspects that Iggy will have to rope in Bowie next to advance his meticulous nostalgia programme, and how long the implacable Williamson can tolerate revisiting his youthful indiscretions remains to be seen. Still, fun, while it lasts. As, improbably, is the opening set by Savages. If their recent debut album’s intensity occasionally pushes it close to a sort of unintentionally comic post-punk austerity, live, the drilled theatre of their performance makes a lot more sense. It helps that Ayse Hassan (bass), Gemma Thompson (guitar, inventive) and, especially, Fay Milton (drums) are superb musicians, and that the sometimes over-mannered Jehnny Beth’s stentorian roar is more like that of Patti Smith than that of Siouxsie Sioux. And while some of the slower songs become a little bogged down in portent and FX (Thompson’s playing can recall The Edge, discomfortingly), the best ones – “Shut Up”, “No Face”, “Husbands” – have the sprung attack of early Wire. Best of all is “Hit Me”, revealed as a kind of art-psychobilly, though that may have been a delusion caused by the large bald man chicken dancing in front of the stage. In between Savages and The Stooges’ performances in the Royal Festival Hall, there’s time to catch a few minutes of Kim Gordon and Bill Nace’s Body/Head, tonight augmented by the brilliant improvising drummer, Ikue Mori. As Gordon and Nace trade stunned riffs, ducking and feinting into each other’s technical areas, the whole thing is surprisingly nearer to rock – albeit strung-out noise-rock – than to some hermetically-sealed avant-garde. In one of those weird apparent backflips of influence, they remind me of at least one band – Magik Markers – who have frequently been compared with the Gordon-fronted Sonic Youth. But this is a promising new venture, not least because it foregrounds the excellence and innovation of Gordon’s guitar-playing, generally less fidgety and more slurred, visceral, than that of her old bandmates Moore and Ranaldo. As we leave, the guitars have dropped out for a moment, and Gordon’s words have become briefly decipherable. “It’s 1969 OK,” she’s chanting, “All across the USA.” Some things, as Iggy Pop and his doctors will doubtless tell you, never seem to change… IGGY AND THE STOOGES SETLIST 1. Raw Power 2. Gimme Danger 3. Gun 4. 1970 5. I Got A Right 6. Search And Destroy 7. Fun House 8. Night Theme 9. Beyond The Law 10. Johanna 11. Ready To Die 12. I Wanna Be Your Dog 13. No Fun 14. Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Encore: 15. Penetration 16. Sex & Money 17. Open Up And Bleed 18. The Departed 19. I Wanna Be Your Dog 20. Louie Louie 21. Cock In My Pocket Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

Age cannot wither him, nor custom stale his finite variety, though he does seem fractionally more concerned about his trousers falling down these days. The ungodly miracle of Iggy Pop, 66 years old, remains one of the most bizarre and compelling spectacles in rock’n’roll; more bizarre and compelling, perhaps, with every year that goes by.

Tonight is, more or less, business as usual. He arrives shirtless, drenches his preposterous body with mineral water about four times per song, throws himself around the stage and into the crowd, hams outrageously, and appears largely oblivious of the band playing behind him. That this band is currently helmed by his longtime nemesis, James Williamson, seems mostly irrelevant to him. There is no visible tension, because Pop and Williamson – the latter a technology geek and Sony’s former Vice President of Technology Standards, now enjoying a rather unusual retirement – are operating onstage in such different and private worlds.

The band does matter to Iggy, of course, since the evolving Stooges reunion has provided a creative and commercial rebirth these past few years. Scott Asheton is on sick leave (replaced by Toby Dammit, once of the Swans and Pop’s ‘90s band), but Williamson, Steve Mackay and the enthusiastically gurning Mike Watt (a Stooges bassist for roughly seven years longer than any of his predecessors) are a formidable unit, albeit one for whom subtlety remains, in general, a happily alien concept.

So, as part of a festival (Yoko Ono’s Meltdown) that has paid special attention to rock’s feminist trailblazers (I catch Savages and Kim Gordon’s new Body/Head project earlier in the evening), we get a 90-minute set that concludes with “Cock In My Pocket”, along with reassuringly Neolithic throbs through the canon: “Raw Power”, “1970”, “Search And Destroy”, a delirious run of “I Wanna Be Your Dog”, “No Fun” and “Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell”. Mackay gets an extended sax solo at the end of a tremendous “Funhouse”, so that the stage can be cleared of the hundreds – literally, hundreds – of audience members who Iggy has invited up to join him (among the fine dancers, free spirits, exhibitionists, phone-wranglers and terrible old punk posers up there, my favourite is a slightly overawed beanpole in a cycling helmet).

The businesslike Williamson’s nuances are mostly lost in the torrential racket of it all, though he does get to play lap steel on a stagily reflective “The Departed”, the worst of the new “Ready To Die” songs. “Sex And Money” is probably the best, though, Ron Asheton fan that I am, I still prefer most of “The Weirdness” or, better yet, “Little Electric Chair” from “Skull Ring”. The new songs don’t last long, though, and Williamson’s presence also brings the bonus of “Night Theme”, “Johanna” and, notably, “Beyond The Law” from “Kill City”.

One suspects that Iggy will have to rope in Bowie next to advance his meticulous nostalgia programme, and how long the implacable Williamson can tolerate revisiting his youthful indiscretions remains to be seen. Still, fun, while it lasts.

As, improbably, is the opening set by Savages. If their recent debut album’s intensity occasionally pushes it close to a sort of unintentionally comic post-punk austerity, live, the drilled theatre of their performance makes a lot more sense. It helps that Ayse Hassan (bass), Gemma Thompson (guitar, inventive) and, especially, Fay Milton (drums) are superb musicians, and that the sometimes over-mannered Jehnny Beth’s stentorian roar is more like that of Patti Smith than that of Siouxsie Sioux.

And while some of the slower songs become a little bogged down in portent and FX (Thompson’s playing can recall The Edge, discomfortingly), the best ones – “Shut Up”, “No Face”, “Husbands” – have the sprung attack of early Wire. Best of all is “Hit Me”, revealed as a kind of art-psychobilly, though that may have been a delusion caused by the large bald man chicken dancing in front of the stage.

In between Savages and The Stooges’ performances in the Royal Festival Hall, there’s time to catch a few minutes of Kim Gordon and Bill Nace’s Body/Head, tonight augmented by the brilliant improvising drummer, Ikue Mori. As Gordon and Nace trade stunned riffs, ducking and feinting into each other’s technical areas, the whole thing is surprisingly nearer to rock – albeit strung-out noise-rock – than to some hermetically-sealed avant-garde.

In one of those weird apparent backflips of influence, they remind me of at least one band – Magik Markers – who have frequently been compared with the Gordon-fronted Sonic Youth. But this is a promising new venture, not least because it foregrounds the excellence and innovation of Gordon’s guitar-playing, generally less fidgety and more slurred, visceral, than that of her old bandmates Moore and Ranaldo.

As we leave, the guitars have dropped out for a moment, and Gordon’s words have become briefly decipherable. “It’s 1969 OK,” she’s chanting, “All across the USA.” Some things, as Iggy Pop and his doctors will doubtless tell you, never seem to change…

IGGY AND THE STOOGES SETLIST

1. Raw Power

2. Gimme Danger

3. Gun

4. 1970

5. I Got A Right

6. Search And Destroy

7. Fun House

8. Night Theme

9. Beyond The Law

10. Johanna

11. Ready To Die

12. I Wanna Be Your Dog

13. No Fun

14. Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell

Encore:

15. Penetration

16. Sex & Money

17. Open Up And Bleed

18. The Departed

19. I Wanna Be Your Dog

20. Louie Louie

21. Cock In My Pocket

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Primal Scream – More Light

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Bobby & co run the gamut from cool to cringe on their 10th LP... Picking holes in Primal Scream is traditionally one of life’s less onerous tasks. There goes Bobby G, hymning revolution while sounding like a man who would struggle to overthrow a parking fine. On top of the de trop sloganeering there’s the borrowed poses, recycled rock clichés, the hipper-than-thou name-dropping. More Light is not short of ammunition for those inclined to mock. Within 90 seconds it’s railing at “21st century slaves” and “television propaganda”. Soon Gillespie is quoting Thatcher and contemplating the threat of “neutron bombs”. Bless. Even when the targets are updated – “crackhouse zombies”, “bankers who steal your own money” – the effect is more insipid than incendiary. The good news is that Primal Scream’s 10th album is sufficiently vibrant, inventive and surprising to ensure the medium comfortably trumps the message. After the pedestrian pop-rock of 2008’s Beautiful Future, More Light marks a return to what Gillespie might conceivably describe as “sonic outlaw mode”. The tightly wound dynamics familiar from XTRMTR and Vanishing Point are much in evidence: “Sideman” and “Hit Void” marry pounding krautrock to free-from instrumental freak-outs channelling The Sonics “Have Love Will Travel”, The Stooges “Funhouse” and John Coltrane. “Turn Each Other Inside Out” is the Velvet Underground’s “What Goes On” and “Murder Mystery” meeting the poetry of David Meltzer. “Culturecide” arrives with an escort of sirens and squelchy jazz-funk dynamics, The Pop Group’s Mark Stewart riding shotgun, wailing like a West Country Lydon. It’s both deeply silly and slightly thrilling. This is Primal Scream at their most dense and dark, but in fact the best bits of More Light live up to its title: full of air and space and possibility. The bursts of sunlit saxophone that punctuate the album, nodding to the blissed-out pastures of “I’m Comin’ Down” and “Higher Than The Sun”, remind you that this is their first record since touring Screamadelica in 2011. The cultural context and musical styles may be miles apart, but the two records share a spirit of adventure and rejuvenation. In particular, the cinematic sensibility of producer David Holmes adds drama and texture. “River Of Pain”, a stark tale of domestic violence set to a looping acoustic guitar riff, Arabic rhythms and Gillespie’s whispering vocal, creeps with latent menace. The Sun Ra Arkestra are given free rein on the slowly collapsing middle section, which leads to a swooping string flourish. It’s genuinely terrific, Bollywood meets Albert Ayler. Much of More Light meanders pleasingly. Opener “2013” is a nine-minute, two-chord space-rock odyssey featuring Kevin Shields, Moroccan motifs, whirring electronics and a nicely off-kilter horn refrain. It’s still not quite this generation’s “1969”, not least because the pre-chorus melody sounds like “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. “Tenement Kid” is warped country-jazz skewered on a nervy string drone, thrumming with unreleased tension. “Goodbye Johnny” is similarly atmospheric, the lyrics taken from an unreleased Jeffrey Lee Pierce demo (not the song of the same name on the first Gun Club album) and set to smoky LA noir, all twang and slurpy sax. Later, Robert Plant pops up to prowl through the terrific “Elimination Blues”, a slow, smouldering desert blues powered by a hypnotic electric guitar figure. With its 13 tracks running to more than 70 minutes, More Light does flag. A tendency to prioritise militancy over melody is most apparent on “Invisible City”, where punchy horns and a blizzard of social commentary (“kebab shops”, “suburban orgies”, the lot) fail to disguise an inherent lack of purpose. The final two songs look back to less complicated days. “Walking With The Beast” is a spare, Byrdsy blues, while “It’s Alright, It’s OK” is “Movin’ On Up” redux. Initially, the latter feels like it belongs on a different Primal Scream album – or Beggar’s Banquet – but gradually its inclusion begins to make sense. More Light is, essentially, a committed, adventurous and largely enjoyable précis of Primal Scream’s improbably long career, running the gamut from the Stones to Sun Ra, the cool to the cringe. Not everything works, but somehow everything fits. Graeme Thomson

Bobby & co run the gamut from cool to cringe on their 10th LP…

Picking holes in Primal Scream is traditionally one of life’s less onerous tasks. There goes Bobby G, hymning revolution while sounding like a man who would struggle to overthrow a parking fine. On top of the de trop sloganeering there’s the borrowed poses, recycled rock clichés, the hipper-than-thou name-dropping.

More Light is not short of ammunition for those inclined to mock. Within 90 seconds it’s railing at “21st century slaves” and “television propaganda”. Soon Gillespie is quoting Thatcher and contemplating the threat of “neutron bombs”. Bless. Even when the targets are updated – “crackhouse zombies”, “bankers who steal your own money” – the effect is more insipid than incendiary.

The good news is that Primal Scream’s 10th album is sufficiently vibrant, inventive and surprising to ensure the medium comfortably trumps the message. After the pedestrian pop-rock of 2008’s Beautiful Future, More Light marks a return to what Gillespie might conceivably describe as “sonic outlaw mode”. The tightly wound dynamics familiar from XTRMTR and Vanishing Point are much in evidence: “Sideman” and “Hit Void” marry pounding krautrock to free-from instrumental freak-outs channelling The Sonics “Have Love Will Travel”, The Stooges “Funhouse” and John Coltrane. “Turn Each Other Inside Out” is the Velvet Underground’s “What Goes On” and “Murder Mystery” meeting the poetry of David Meltzer. “Culturecide” arrives with an escort of sirens and squelchy jazz-funk dynamics, The Pop Group’s Mark Stewart riding shotgun, wailing like a West Country Lydon. It’s both deeply silly and slightly thrilling.

This is Primal Scream at their most dense and dark, but in fact the best bits of More Light live up to its title: full of air and space and possibility. The bursts of sunlit saxophone that punctuate the album, nodding to the blissed-out pastures of “I’m Comin’ Down” and “Higher Than The Sun”, remind you that this is their first record since touring Screamadelica in 2011. The cultural context and musical styles may be miles apart, but the two records share a spirit of adventure and rejuvenation. In particular, the cinematic sensibility of producer David Holmes adds drama and texture. “River Of Pain”, a stark tale of domestic violence set to a looping acoustic guitar riff, Arabic rhythms and Gillespie’s whispering vocal, creeps with latent menace. The Sun Ra Arkestra are given free rein on the slowly collapsing middle section, which leads to a swooping string flourish. It’s genuinely terrific, Bollywood meets Albert Ayler.

Much of More Light meanders pleasingly. Opener “2013” is a nine-minute, two-chord space-rock odyssey featuring Kevin Shields, Moroccan motifs, whirring electronics and a nicely off-kilter horn refrain. It’s still not quite this generation’s “1969”, not least because the pre-chorus melody sounds like “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. “Tenement Kid” is warped country-jazz skewered on a nervy string drone, thrumming with unreleased tension. “Goodbye Johnny” is similarly atmospheric, the lyrics taken from an unreleased Jeffrey Lee Pierce demo (not the song of the same name on the first Gun Club album) and set to smoky LA noir, all twang and slurpy sax. Later, Robert Plant pops up to prowl through the terrific “Elimination Blues”, a slow, smouldering desert blues powered by a hypnotic electric guitar figure.

With its 13 tracks running to more than 70 minutes, More Light does flag. A tendency to prioritise militancy over melody is most apparent on “Invisible City”, where punchy horns and a blizzard of social commentary (“kebab shops”, “suburban orgies”, the lot) fail to disguise an inherent lack of purpose.

The final two songs look back to less complicated days. “Walking With The Beast” is a spare, Byrdsy blues, while “It’s Alright, It’s OK” is “Movin’ On Up” redux. Initially, the latter feels like it belongs on a different Primal Scream album – or Beggar’s Banquet – but gradually its inclusion begins to make sense. More Light is, essentially, a committed, adventurous and largely enjoyable précis of Primal Scream’s improbably long career, running the gamut from the Stones to Sun Ra, the cool to the cringe. Not everything works, but somehow everything fits.

Graeme Thomson

Nile Rodgers: “The first song I learned to play was The Beatles’ ‘A Day In The Life'”

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Nile Rodgers reveals the huge influence The Beatles had on him in the new issue of Uncut (dated July 2013 and out now). The Chic guitarist and songwriter, who recently teamed up with Daft Punk on their new Random Access Memories album, was particularly struck by the closing track of Sgt Pepper’s ...

Nile Rodgers reveals the huge influence The Beatles had on him in the new issue of Uncut (dated July 2013 and out now).

The Chic guitarist and songwriter, who recently teamed up with Daft Punk on their new Random Access Memories album, was particularly struck by the closing track of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, “A Day In The Life”.

“This was the first song I learned to play on guitar,” explains Rodgers. “My transformation happened years earlier when I first heard ‘The End’ by The Doors, but it wasn’t as important as actually learning ‘A Day In The Life’.”

“I was 16 and really struggling, but my mother’s boyfriend realised the guitar was out of tune, and once he tuned it, I was able to sit there and play it perfectly.”

You can read more of Nile Rodgers discussing the records that changed his life, including Jimi Hendrix, Donna Summer and James Brown, in the new issue of Uncut, out now.

Bob Dylan rumoured to have been painting topless women in New York’s Central Park

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Dubious rumours have spread that Bob Dylan was seen painting topless women in New York's Central Park last week. Unsurprisingly anonymous sources claim that the singer-songwriter was sat at an easel in the park on Thursday (June 13), painting a group of partially nude women. The group were reportedly all reading David Bowman's futuristic novel, Bunny Modern, as part of a gathering set up by the artist and photographer Richard Prince, according to Animal New York, a website specialising in "art, news, culture, politics and opinion" from the city. Dylan, or at least someone who was all "wild hair with good shades", as the source puts it, was reportedly there with Prince – although a woman taking part in the Topless Pulp organisation claims the participants had no idea if the singer was actually present or not. Writing on the group's blog, she says: "Was the singer-songwriter responsible for anthems of social change such as 'Blowin’ In the Wind' and 'The Times They Are A-Changin'' there, too? If so, he didn’t come over and introduce himself. And we really wish he had." Too busy painting, perhaps. To complicate matters even further, Animal New York now report that the anonymous tipster has helpfully sent them a picture of Dylan's reputed painting – which another anonymous source then states is clearly modelled on a photograph of Italian actress Sonia Aquino, taken by fashion photographer Bruno Bisang. Were you in Central Park on June 13? Did you see Dylan painting topless women? Somehow, we suspect not, but we're keeping an open mind…

Dubious rumours have spread that Bob Dylan was seen painting topless women in New York’s Central Park last week.

Unsurprisingly anonymous sources claim that the singer-songwriter was sat at an easel in the park on Thursday (June 13), painting a group of partially nude women. The group were reportedly all reading David Bowman’s futuristic novel, Bunny Modern, as part of a gathering set up by the artist and photographer Richard Prince, according to Animal New York, a website specialising in “art, news, culture, politics and opinion” from the city.

Dylan, or at least someone who was all “wild hair with good shades”, as the source puts it, was reportedly there with Prince – although a woman taking part in the Topless Pulp organisation claims the participants had no idea if the singer was actually present or not.

Writing on the group’s blog, she says: “Was the singer-songwriter responsible for anthems of social change such as ‘Blowin’ In the Wind’ and ‘The Times They Are A-Changin” there, too? If so, he didn’t come over and introduce himself. And we really wish he had.”

Too busy painting, perhaps. To complicate matters even further, Animal New York now report that the anonymous tipster has helpfully sent them a picture of Dylan’s reputed painting – which another anonymous source then states is clearly modelled on a photograph of Italian actress Sonia Aquino, taken by fashion photographer Bruno Bisang.

Were you in Central Park on June 13? Did you see Dylan painting topless women? Somehow, we suspect not, but we’re keeping an open mind…

David Lynch to direct Nine Inch Nails’ ‘Came Back Haunted’ video

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David Lynch is set to join forces with Nine Inch Nails to direct the video for their song 'Came Back Haunted'. The band's frontman Trent Reznor tweeted a picture of himself and the legendary film director earlier today (June 18) and Pitchfork reports that the pair are once again working together ...

David Lynch is set to join forces with Nine Inch Nails to direct the video for their song ‘Came Back Haunted’.

The band’s frontman Trent Reznor tweeted a picture of himself and the legendary film director earlier today (June 18) and Pitchfork reports that the pair are once again working together after collaborating on Lynch’s 1997 film Lost Highway.

‘Came Back Haunted’ comes from the band’s new album ‘Hesitation Marks’, which is set for a September 3 release – scroll down to hear the track. Nine Inch Nails play this summer’s Reading and Leeds Festivals.

Meanwhile David Lynch recently announced details of his own second album, The Big Dream. The album is the Twin Peaks creator’s follow-up to his 2011 debut, Crazy Clown Time. It features a cover of Bob Dylan’s ‘The Ballad Of Hollis Brown’ and also includes a collaboration with Lykke Li called ‘I’m Waiting Here’. Lynch praised the Swedish singer in a press release announcing the album, saying: “She brought her own style to this song, which has a doo-wop sort of thing going on, but in a way it’s far-removed from the ’50s.” The Big Dream will be released on July 15 on Sunday Best Recordings.

Photo credit: Lykke Li

The Sopranos star James Gandolfini dies, aged 51

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The Sopranos star James Gandolfini has died at the age of 51. The actor was on holiday in Rome and suffered a suspected heart attack last night (June 19), The Sopranos' US network HBO told the BBC. Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in 86 episodes of the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performance. Responding to news of his death, the show's creator David Chase labelled Gandolfini a "genius". "He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time," Chase said in a statement. "A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, 'You don't get it. You're like Mozart.'" Gandolfini was born in Westwood, New Jersey in 1961 and began his acting career in the late '80s. Over the years, he racked up appearances in more than 40 movies, including Get Shorty, Crimson Tide and this year's Zero Dark Thirty and The Incredible Burt Wonderstone. His final film appearance will come in Animal Rescue, a crime drama co-starring Tom Hardy and Noomi Rapace due for release next year (2014). Gandolfini is survived by his second wife, former model Deborah Lin, whom he married in 2008, and their eight-month-old daughter Liliana. He also leaves a teenage son, Michael, from his first marriage which ended in 2002. Photo credit: HBO/Everett/Rex Features

The Sopranos star James Gandolfini has died at the age of 51.

The actor was on holiday in Rome and suffered a suspected heart attack last night (June 19), The Sopranos’ US network HBO told the BBC.

Gandolfini played Italian-American mobster Tony Soprano in 86 episodes of the acclaimed TV series between 1999 and 2007, winning a Golden Globe and three Emmys for his performance. Responding to news of his death, the show’s creator David Chase labelled Gandolfini a “genius”.

“He was a genius. Anyone who saw him even in the smallest of his performances knows that. He is one of the greatest actors of this or any time,” Chase said in a statement. “A great deal of that genius resided in those sad eyes. I remember telling him many times, ‘You don’t get it. You’re like Mozart.'”

Gandolfini was born in Westwood, New Jersey in 1961 and began his acting career in the late ’80s. Over the years, he racked up appearances in more than 40 movies, including Get Shorty, Crimson Tide and this year’s Zero Dark Thirty and The Incredible Burt Wonderstone. His final film appearance will come in Animal Rescue, a crime drama co-starring Tom Hardy and Noomi Rapace due for release next year (2014).

Gandolfini is survived by his second wife, former model Deborah Lin, whom he married in 2008, and their eight-month-old daughter Liliana. He also leaves a teenage son, Michael, from his first marriage which ended in 2002.

Photo credit: HBO/Everett/Rex Features

The Rolling Stones remaster back catalogue for iTunes

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The Rolling Stones have remastered their entire back catalogue for iTunes. The iconic band's whole discography is now available via the online retailer, reports Billboard. In addition to classic albums such as Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street fans will also be able to download a 'Rolling S...

The Rolling Stones have remastered their entire back catalogue for iTunes.

The iconic band’s whole discography is now available via the online retailer, reports Billboard. In addition to classic albums such as Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street fans will also be able to download a ‘Rolling Stones 50’ eBook, a Rolling Stones app, and and a host of recent documentaries made on the band including Charlie Is My Darling – Ireland 1965 and the award-winning Crossfire Hurricane.

Earlier this month, Rolling Stones guitarist Ronnie Wood spoke about the possibility of the band releasing new material.

The legendary rock’n’roll band have been playing a number of high-profile live dates this year as part of their 50 & Counting tour and are set to headline Glastonbury later this month. But in an interview with Boston radio station WZLX, the guitarist said they were trying to fit in some recording sessions into their schedule.

Speaking about the band’s recent gigs, Wood said: “We’re playing better than ever. The shows are the best we’ve ever done. These shows have proved to be a kick in the pants for us. Not only can we do it, we’re better than ever.”

After headlining this year’s Glastonbury on Saturday June 29, the Stones will then play a further two dates in the UK at London’s Hyde Park on July 6 and 13. They recently denied that they had struck an agreement with Adele to join them onstage for the shows, although they have been joined by a glut of other artists during recent gigs including Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift and Arcade Fire’s Win Butler – scroll down to the bottom of the page and click to see Butler performing ‘The Last Time’ with the band during their recent show in Montreal.

Meanwhile, The Rolling Stones have reportedly been locked in talks with the BBC over how much of their headline set at Worthy Farm will be broadcast. Sources close to the band have said they only want four songs from their performance to be shown to TV viewers, but the BBC have said they have held “constructive” discussions with the group about the stand-off.

Premiere: Watch Steve Gunn in session

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If I’d had the time/guts to put my favourites of 2013 list into some order, I suspect Steve Gunn’s “Time Off” would’ve come out pretty near the top, so it’s a great pleasure to host these new videos today of Gunn and his band in session. Gunn is a guitarist, based in New York, who’s emerged from and more or less transcended the post-Takoma scene in the past few years. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he has a languid but sure grasp on songforms, a nonchalant way of deploying immense technical virtuosity, and a wide, questing range. “Old Strange” always reminds me, perhaps erroneously, of Saharan blues as much as it does the old weird Appalachia. Often, especially on his two duo albums with the drummer John Truscinski, you can grasp an affinity with jazz, and with Sandy Bull. Not least on this spring’s “Golden Gunn” jam with Hiss Golden Messenger, one suspects he owns a couple of JJ Cale albums, too. All of this feeds elegantly and effortlessly into “Time Off”, Gunn’s first album with a bassist - Justin Tripp - as well as Truscinski. A bunch of these songs have been fermenting a good while – versions of “Trailways Ramble” and “The Lurker” first appeared on the Three-Lobed Recordings comps “Eight Trails, One Path” and “Not The Spaces You Know, But Between Them”; “Old Strange” was jammed with The Black Twig Pickers for Natch a year or so back – and they sound as if Gunn has reached a point with them where he has a complete understanding of how they work best, but also a restless desire to explore their possibilities further. That’s also very much the vibe of these live session takes, where you can see Gunn, Tripp and Truscinski picking brackish paths through my two favourite songs from the album. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOu0wPEAY8M http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdWu0Gyzv38 "Time Off" (PoB-08, 2013) is available from Paradise of Bachelors. To purchase, and for more details, visit… http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/pob-08 http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/steve-gunn Guitar and vocals: Steve Gunn Bass: Justin Tripp Drums: John Truscinski Cameras: Jack Foster and Sean Nagin Edit: Sean Nagin (“Old Strange”) and Robert Nabipour (“Trailways Ramble”) Recorded and Mixed by Diko Shoturma at Atlantic Sound Studios, Brooklyn, NY, Spring 20013: http://www.atlanticsoundstudios.com Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

If I’d had the time/guts to put my favourites of 2013 list into some order, I suspect Steve Gunn’s “Time Off” would’ve come out pretty near the top, so it’s a great pleasure to host these new videos today of Gunn and his band in session.

Gunn is a guitarist, based in New York, who’s emerged from and more or less transcended the post-Takoma scene in the past few years. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he has a languid but sure grasp on songforms, a nonchalant way of deploying immense technical virtuosity, and a wide, questing range. “Old Strange” always reminds me, perhaps erroneously, of Saharan blues as much as it does the old weird Appalachia. Often, especially on his two duo albums with the drummer John Truscinski, you can grasp an affinity with jazz, and with Sandy Bull. Not least on this spring’s “Golden Gunn” jam with Hiss Golden Messenger, one suspects he owns a couple of JJ Cale albums, too.

All of this feeds elegantly and effortlessly into “Time Off”, Gunn’s first album with a bassist – Justin Tripp – as well as Truscinski. A bunch of these songs have been fermenting a good while – versions of “Trailways Ramble” and “The Lurker” first appeared on the Three-Lobed Recordings comps “Eight Trails, One Path” and “Not The Spaces You Know, But Between Them”; “Old Strange” was jammed with The Black Twig Pickers for Natch a year or so back – and they sound as if Gunn has reached a point with them where he has a complete understanding of how they work best, but also a restless desire to explore their possibilities further.

That’s also very much the vibe of these live session takes, where you can see Gunn, Tripp and Truscinski picking brackish paths through my two favourite songs from the album.

“Time Off” (PoB-08, 2013) is available from Paradise of Bachelors. To purchase, and for more details, visit…

http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/pob-08

http://www.paradiseofbachelors.com/steve-gunn

Guitar and vocals: Steve Gunn

Bass: Justin Tripp

Drums: John Truscinski

Cameras: Jack Foster and Sean Nagin

Edit: Sean Nagin (“Old Strange”) and Robert Nabipour (“Trailways Ramble”)

Recorded and Mixed by Diko Shoturma at Atlantic Sound Studios, Brooklyn, NY, Spring 20013: http://www.atlanticsoundstudios.com

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The 23rd Uncut Playlist Of 2013

The week thus far fairly inevitably dominated by Neil Young & Crazy Horse (here’s my review of the O2 gig), but there are plenty of good new things here. Dwelling on Neil Young a little longer, though, on various bits of the internet I’ve read a lot of criticism and disgruntlement about his approach on these UK dates, but I’ve not been contacted directly (on Twitter, Facebook, blog comments, email) from anyone who was unhappy with the setlist/feedback jams/etc. I’d be really interested to hear an alternative view, if you’d like to get in touch… Stooges tomorrow night, anyhow. In the meantime, please check out the Chris Forsyth tracks (especially if you've been digging Steve Gunn). The Jon Hopkins album sounds really nice this morning, too. Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey 1 Dawn Of Midi – Dysnomia (Thirsty Ear) 2 Ted Lucas – Ted Lucas (Yoga) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdVNI73ApJc 3 Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Surfer Joe And Moe The Sleaze (Reprise) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bFNNHq_SII 4 Califone – Stitches (Dead Oceans) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9Apitn2DLA 5 Deep Magic – Reflections of Most Forgotten Love (Preservation) 6 Stephanie McDee – Call The Police http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b82Qt3STlIU 7 The Allman Brothers – Brothers & Sisters (Universal) 8 Neil Young – Silver & Gold (Reprise) 9 MONEY – The Shadow Of Heaven (Bella Union) 10 Boards Of Canada – Tomorrow’s Harvest (Warp) (click to read my review) 11 Venom P Stinger – 1986-1991 (Drag City) 12 Kanye West – Yeezus (Virgin) 13 Chris Forsyth & The Solar Motel Band – Solar Motel Parts 1-4 14 The Civil Wars – The Civil Wars (Sensibility/Columbia) 15 Sebadoh – Secret EP (Domino) 16 Arp – More (Smalltown Supersound) 17 Neko Case – The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love (Anti-) 18 Jon Hopkins – Immunity (Domino) 19 Howes – TD-W700/Leazes (Melodic) 20 Ty Segall – Sleeper (Drag City)

The week thus far fairly inevitably dominated by Neil Young & Crazy Horse (here’s my review of the O2 gig), but there are plenty of good new things here.

Dwelling on Neil Young a little longer, though, on various bits of the internet I’ve read a lot of criticism and disgruntlement about his approach on these UK dates, but I’ve not been contacted directly (on Twitter, Facebook, blog comments, email) from anyone who was unhappy with the setlist/feedback jams/etc. I’d be really interested to hear an alternative view, if you’d like to get in touch…

Stooges tomorrow night, anyhow. In the meantime, please check out the Chris Forsyth tracks (especially if you’ve been digging Steve Gunn). The Jon Hopkins album sounds really nice this morning, too.

Follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/JohnRMulvey

1 Dawn Of Midi – Dysnomia (Thirsty Ear)

2 Ted Lucas – Ted Lucas (Yoga)

3 Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Surfer Joe And Moe The Sleaze (Reprise)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bFNNHq_SII

4 Califone – Stitches (Dead Oceans)

5 Deep Magic – Reflections of Most Forgotten Love (Preservation)

6 Stephanie McDee – Call The Police

7 The Allman Brothers – Brothers & Sisters (Universal)

8 Neil Young – Silver & Gold (Reprise)

9 MONEY – The Shadow Of Heaven (Bella Union)

10 Boards Of Canada – Tomorrow’s Harvest (Warp) (click to read my review)

11 Venom P Stinger – 1986-1991 (Drag City)

12 Kanye West – Yeezus (Virgin)

13 Chris Forsyth & The Solar Motel Band – Solar Motel Parts 1-4

14 The Civil Wars – The Civil Wars (Sensibility/Columbia)

15 Sebadoh – Secret EP (Domino)

16 Arp – More (Smalltown Supersound)

17 Neko Case – The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love (Anti-)

18 Jon Hopkins – Immunity (Domino)

19 Howes – TD-W700/Leazes (Melodic)

20 Ty Segall – Sleeper (Drag City)

Bill Callahan announces release of new album, Dream River

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Bill Callahan has announced the release of his new album, Dream River. The artist, who formerly recorded as Smog, will put out his fourth LP under his own name on September 16. Recorded at the Cacophony Recorders studio in Austin, Texas – which has also been used by M Ward, My Morning Jacket, W...

Bill Callahan has announced the release of his new album, Dream River.

The artist, who formerly recorded as Smog, will put out his fourth LP under his own name on September 16. Recorded at the Cacophony Recorders studio in Austin, Texas – which has also been used by M Ward, My Morning Jacket, White Denim and Explosions In The Sky – the eight-track album follows 2011’s Apocalypse, 2009’s Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle and 2007’s Woke On A Whaleheart.

Callahan will be supporting the record’s release with a full tour this autumn, details of which will be announced shortly. The album will come out on his long-term label, Drag City.

The Dream River tracklisting is:

‘The Sing’

‘Javelin Unlanding’

‘Small Plane’

‘Spring’

‘Ride My Arrow’

‘Summer Painter’

‘Seagull’

‘Winter Road’

Jarvis Cocker: ‘Pulp won’t be playing this year’

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Jarvis Cocker has confirmed that Pulp won't be playing again this year. When asked by NME what he meant when he told fans at the band's triumphant homecoming show in Sheffield at Christmas "this is it, for now", he replied: "For a while, you know. That was a good concert that, it was nice. But th...

Jarvis Cocker has confirmed that Pulp won’t be playing again this year.

When asked by NME what he meant when he told fans at the band’s triumphant homecoming show in Sheffield at Christmas “this is it, for now”, he replied: “For a while, you know. That was a good concert that, it was nice. But those things, you can’t keep doing them… But Pulp won’t be playing this year.”

Cocker was speaking at the premiere of The Big Melt, a new documentary film on Sheffield’s steel industry that he wrote the soundtrack for. For the performance at the city’s Crucible Theatre, he enlisted his Pulp bandmates Candida Doyle, Steve Mackey, Nick Banks and Richard Hawley to perform tracks from the film including a string version of The Human League’s ‘Being Boiled’, A Guy Called Gerald’s ‘Voodoo Ray’ and Pulp’s ‘This Is Hardcore’.

The Big Melt was directed by Martin Wallace, a long-term collaborator of Cocker’s, and tells the story of the Sheffield steel industry using footage from the BFI National Archive.

Arctic Monkeys release new single ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ – listen

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Arctic Monkeys have released new song 'Do I Wanna Know?' on iTunes this morning (June 19) – listen to the track below. The new song was first played live at a concert in Ventura, California, last month, and was the opening number for both of their recent Scandinavian gigs at Hultsfred Festival ...

Arctic Monkeys have released new song ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ on iTunes this morning (June 19) – listen to the track below.

The new song was first played live at a concert in Ventura, California, last month, and was the opening number for both of their recent Scandinavian gigs at Hultsfred Festival in Sweden and again at the Danish NorthSide festival this past weekend (June 14/16). ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ is available to download digitally now.

The band also premiered new song ‘Mad Sounds’, which is likely to appear on their forthcoming new album, at Hultsfred Festival in Sweden on Friday and again at the Danish NorthSide festival on Sunday.

Arctic Monkeys will headline Glastonbury later this month (June 28) with The Rolling Stones and Mumford & Sons.

The Stranglers – The Old Testament (UA Studio Recordings 1977-1982)

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Five-CD boxset from punk years shows the Stranglers were the outsider’s outsiders... From the start, The Stranglers never quite fitted in. They were punk enough to get banned from venues around Britain during the Sex Pistols scare, and their early records - notably “Something Better Change” and “No More Heroes” – were propelled by the energy and anger of the period. They scowled. They wore leather. They were, on occasion, violent. But listen, now, to their first two albums, Rattus Norvegicus and No More Heroes, and you hear a fierce pub rock group, playing fast and loose with their influences. The Doors are there, obviously. The presence of Dave Greenfield on organ, and, later, Moogs, offer a link to prog rock. The vocal hiccups on “Straighten Out” are an echo of Buddy Holly. “Nice N’Sleazy” is almost a reggae song, sung like a robot prophesy. “Peasant in the Big Shitty” is – though this may not be immediately apparent - influenced by Captain Beefheart, who also provided the riff for “Down In The Sewer”. And Don Van Vliet’s impersonation of Howlin’ Wolf was the inspiration for the vocal style of Hugh Cornwell and Jean-Jacques Burnel, even if their interpretation of the bluesman’s growl was inflected with more than a dash of White Van Man. So there was sound and fury, and it felt like punk rock. But it would probably have happened anyway, even if the Sex Pistols hadn’t. In truth, punk as it is now understood was a shapeless, ill-defined thing. It was an energy. The Stranglers were fortunate enough to have an album and a half worth of songs ready to go when the nascent movement hit the mainstream, and though they radiated a sense of danger and malevolence, their songs were rarely political. True, there was “I Feel Like A Wog”, an unthinkable sentiment now, though its intention was, the group argued, to identify with the downtrodden. Their apparent sexism was also out-of-tune with the ideological assumptions of the day, though that may have been the point. Their first hit, “Peaches”, was a voyeuristic prowl along a beach, with lyrics which included a rather confusing reference to a clitoris. It was educational in a way. Clitorises weren’t as prevalent in popular culture in 1977 as they are now. But if it was discomfiting, it was also honest about male (hetero)sexuality. This set collects the six albums made for United Artists, adding a disc of oddities, including radio edits of singles, and (largely unnecessary 12” remixes). The rarities aren’t all that edifying, though the thin humour of an early novelty number, “Tits” (live at the Hope and Anchor) does illuminate a persistent feeling that the real roots of the Stranglers were in musical theatre, possibly burlesque. (The song itself is rotten). And the tunes originally released as Celia and the Mutations (“Mony Mony” and “Mean To Me”) – show how they were capable of turning their hand to pop, albeit with marginal commercial success. Their biggest hit, “Golden Brown” came towards the end of their tenure at UA, just as the label was giving up on them, and on punk. True, the record company had endured 1981’s The Gospel According To The Meninblack, a heroin-induced space opera laden with squeaky voices and Clangers-style sound effects. (Or, if you are on the right medication, a visionary precursor of techno). But if it did nothing else, that lengthy experiment with Class “A” drugs produced the lovely “Golden Brown”, the highlight of 1981’s La Folie, and perhaps the prettiest hymn to stupefaction not written by Lou Reed. Musically, it showed how far the Stranglers had travelled. The riff is played on a harpsichord, and lopes along in bleary waltz-time. The anger and venom of punk is entirely absent. Cornwell sings prettily. But perhaps there’s a note of exhaustion in his delivery too. For, although the title track of La Folie has a kind of early 1980s’ majesty, and bit of Euro-weirdness, courtesy of Burnel’s Serge Gainsbourg-style vocal, the energy is gone. True, the single “Strange Little Girl” (a rejected song, revived in the hope of repeating the success of “Golden Brown”) had a delicate melody, but 1980s’ pop was about frivolity and light, not ennui. The Stranglers, whose dark energy had soundtracked the Winter of Discontent, were outsiders again. Alastair McKay

Five-CD boxset from punk years shows the Stranglers were the outsider’s outsiders…

From the start, The Stranglers never quite fitted in. They were punk enough to get banned from venues around Britain during the Sex Pistols scare, and their early records – notably “Something Better Change” and “No More Heroes” – were propelled by the energy and anger of the period. They scowled. They wore leather. They were, on occasion, violent.

But listen, now, to their first two albums, Rattus Norvegicus and No More Heroes, and you hear a fierce pub rock group, playing fast and loose with their influences. The Doors are there, obviously. The presence of Dave Greenfield on organ, and, later, Moogs, offer a link to prog rock. The vocal hiccups on “Straighten Out” are an echo of Buddy Holly. “Nice N’Sleazy” is almost a reggae song, sung like a robot prophesy. “Peasant in the Big Shitty” is – though this may not be immediately apparent – influenced by Captain Beefheart, who also provided the riff for “Down In The Sewer”. And Don Van Vliet’s impersonation of Howlin’ Wolf was the inspiration for the vocal style of Hugh Cornwell and Jean-Jacques Burnel, even if their interpretation of the bluesman’s growl was inflected with more than a dash of White Van Man. So there was sound and fury, and it felt like punk rock. But it would probably have happened anyway, even if the Sex Pistols hadn’t.

In truth, punk as it is now understood was a shapeless, ill-defined thing. It was an energy. The Stranglers were fortunate enough to have an album and a half worth of songs ready to go when the nascent movement hit the mainstream, and though they radiated a sense of danger and malevolence, their songs were rarely political. True, there was “I Feel Like A Wog”, an unthinkable sentiment now, though its intention was, the group argued, to identify with the downtrodden. Their apparent sexism was also out-of-tune with the ideological assumptions of the day, though that may have been the point. Their first hit, “Peaches”, was a voyeuristic prowl along a beach, with lyrics which included a rather confusing reference to a clitoris. It was educational in a way. Clitorises weren’t as prevalent in popular culture in 1977 as they are now. But if it was discomfiting, it was also honest about male (hetero)sexuality.

This set collects the six albums made for United Artists, adding a disc of oddities, including radio edits of singles, and (largely unnecessary 12” remixes). The rarities aren’t all that edifying, though the thin humour of an early novelty number, “Tits” (live at the Hope and Anchor) does illuminate a persistent feeling that the real roots of the Stranglers were in musical theatre, possibly burlesque. (The song itself is rotten). And the tunes originally released as Celia and the Mutations (“Mony Mony” and “Mean To Me”) – show how they were capable of turning their hand to pop, albeit with marginal commercial success.

Their biggest hit, “Golden Brown” came towards the end of their tenure at UA, just as the label was giving up on them, and on punk. True, the record company had endured 1981’s The Gospel According To The Meninblack, a heroin-induced space opera laden with squeaky voices and Clangers-style sound effects. (Or, if you are on the right medication, a visionary precursor of techno).

But if it did nothing else, that lengthy experiment with Class “A” drugs produced the lovely “Golden Brown”, the highlight of 1981’s La Folie, and perhaps the prettiest hymn to stupefaction not written by Lou Reed. Musically, it showed how far the Stranglers had travelled. The riff is played on a harpsichord, and lopes along in bleary waltz-time. The anger and venom of punk is entirely absent. Cornwell sings prettily.

But perhaps there’s a note of exhaustion in his delivery too. For, although the title track of La Folie has a kind of early 1980s’ majesty, and bit of Euro-weirdness, courtesy of Burnel’s Serge Gainsbourg-style vocal, the energy is gone. True, the single “Strange Little Girl” (a rejected song, revived in the hope of repeating the success of “Golden Brown”) had a delicate melody, but 1980s’ pop was about frivolity and light, not ennui. The Stranglers, whose dark energy had soundtracked the Winter of Discontent, were outsiders again.

Alastair McKay

An encounter with Van Morrison

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Consider this the last in a short series of encounters with somewhat cantankerous sorts, following accounts in this space over the couple of weeks of meetings with Lou Reed and Gordon Lightfoot, both of which have stirred some passing interest and lively comment. Today’s subject is Van Morrison, by reputation a notoriously tough assignment, as I would discover. The first time I try to interview him, in his trailer backstage at Knebworth in 1974, it ends badly after he mistakes me for someone who’s written unflatteringly about him and works himself up into a complete and unnecessary strop. Van’s almost pathologically rude, won’t listen to a word of explanation and the upshot is, we end up shouting at each other, loudly enough for people waiting outside to see how things go between us to start looking first worried, then aghast. I eventually storm out of his caravan, slamming a door behind me so hard its hinges nearly pop and the whole thing shakes like a small earthquake’s just hit the area, Van shouting something I don’t quite catch at my retreating back A few years later, I review Morrison at the Self-Aid concert in Dublin, which is headlined by Elvis Costello and U2. Van’s brilliant at the show, at which he previews material from his forthcoming new album, No Teacher, No Guru, No Method. Just before the album comes out, I get a call from an old friend named Kellogs, who I’d first met when he was tour managing the Be Stiff tour (the one on the train). This is June, 1986, by the way. Kellogs now manages Van, I’m surprised to learn. I’m even more surprised when Kellogs tells me Van is doing a day of press – mostly European – to promote the No Teacher. . . album and after being shown by Kellogs the Self-Aid review I’d written for what used to be Melody Maker, Van’s agreed to do it with me. This is both exciting and fairly terrifying news. Whatever, a few days later I’m scuffling nervously outside the door of the Phillipe Suite at the Chesterfield Hotel in central London, waiting to be ushered into the great man’s presence, Kellogs shortly introducing us. I offer my hand in nervous greeting. Van promptly ignores it. “You’ve got 30 minutes,” he says brusquely. “What’s your first question?” My mind of course goes immediately blank and all the finely-honed questions I’d prepared are suddenly vapour. I mumble something about the new album that isn’t on reflection even a question, but which anyway gets Van talking for which I am grateful. “It’s a struggle,” he says of the writing and recording process that even after 20 years he clearly finds difficult. “Always has been. I think when you get past your second album it all becomes something of a routine. So you have to struggle against that, find a way of making what you do sound fresh and new each time. “It’s more difficult now than ever,” he goes on. “I find it difficult to know what to say nowadays, or who I’m saying it to. When I started singing, you know, my audience, they were usually the same age as me and they had at least half the same problems I had. . .but now, I dunno. The 80s are such an extreme period for everybody. As far as what space I’m in, I can’t really find it. I deliberately try not to cater for the commercial market, so I can’t see myself in competition, you know, with second or third generation rock stars. I find myself at this point out on a limb, basically. A lot of people who were writing when I came through originally as a singer-songwriter have disappeared. A lot of them have ended up as MOR entertainers. So it’s kind of left people like myself without an obvious slot, you know. It’s like people don’t quite know what to make of me anymore, he says, shrugging his shoulders, moving uneasily in his chair.” At Self-Aid, he was introduced as a “living legend”, which made him sound like a relic. “I think that’s absolute rubbish,” he seethes. “I don’t feel that way about myself at all. It’s just something these silly little boys in the rock press come up with, this stupid thing about age. I think that’s just part of the mass stupidity that seems to have gripped people at the moment. It’s like, if you’re over 28, you should be singing ballads or you should be dead. It’s ridiculous.” How had he got involved with Self-Aid? “They asked me to do it and I said yeah,” he answers curtly. “See, I kept being asked why I didn’t do Live Aid, right? And the only reason I didn’t do Live Aid was because I wasn’t asked. I figured the next time someone asks me to do something like that, I’ll do it so I don’t have to answer a lot of stupid questions about why I didn’t do it” At Self-Aid, he’d prefaced one new song, “Town Called Paradise”, with this aside: “If Van Morrison was a gunslinger, there’d be a terrible lot of dead copycats out there. . .” “What provoked that?” Morrison snorts when I bring it up. “The constant frustration of people constantly asking me what I think about every Tom, Dick and Harry that’s sorta copied me - and what I think about that is that I’ve had enough of it. I mean, it’s OK if it happens, like, once. After that, after two, three, four albums, when after four albums people are still just ripping me off, it starts to get like a monkey on my back. “And you know, I’m carrying these Paul Brady monkeys and these Bruce Springsteen monkeys and these Bob Seger monkeys, and I’m just fed up with it. I just wish they’d find someone else to copy. In the old days, they’d have called it a form of flattery. But I don’t find it flattering at all. I mean, find someone else to copy, or else send me the royalties, you know.” And what did he think of Springsteen? “Not my scene, you know,” he says dismissively. “I’d rather listen to the source than the imitation. That’s where I’m at.” Was he merely miffed at Springsteen’s huge commercial success? “No,” he says firmly, “not at all. I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got. At the same time, I don’t see why something I’ve invented, I’ve developed and worked hard to come by should be ripped off, year in and year out, by these people.” We go on to talk at some length about specific tracks on the new album, Van getting himself completely worked up when I ask if “Ivory Tower” is a reply to his critics. He rants almost incomprehensibly about window cleaners and brickies for I don’t know how long and mid-tirade suddenly stops in his tracks, as if he’s got so wound up he’s given himself a stroke. I ask him what the matter is, and why the inexplicable silence, mid-sentence. “Your 30 minutes,” Van says then. “It’s up.” He’s not wearing a watch and there isn’t a clock in the room, but on cue, incredibly, the door opens and Kellogs appears. “Your man there,” Van says, not really looking at me, “will show you out.” And he does.

Consider this the last in a short series of encounters with somewhat cantankerous sorts, following accounts in this space over the couple of weeks of meetings with Lou Reed and Gordon Lightfoot, both of which have stirred some passing interest and lively comment. Today’s subject is Van Morrison, by reputation a notoriously tough assignment, as I would discover.

The first time I try to interview him, in his trailer backstage at Knebworth in 1974, it ends badly after he mistakes me for someone who’s written unflatteringly about him and works himself up into a complete and unnecessary strop. Van’s almost pathologically rude, won’t listen to a word of explanation and the upshot is, we end up shouting at each other, loudly enough for people waiting outside to see how things go between us to start looking first worried, then aghast. I eventually storm out of his caravan, slamming a door behind me so hard its hinges nearly pop and the whole thing shakes like a small earthquake’s just hit the area, Van shouting something I don’t quite catch at my retreating back

A few years later, I review Morrison at the Self-Aid concert in Dublin, which is headlined by Elvis Costello and U2. Van’s brilliant at the show, at which he previews material from his forthcoming new album, No Teacher, No Guru, No Method. Just before the album comes out, I get a call from an old friend named Kellogs, who I’d first met when he was tour managing the Be Stiff tour (the one on the train). This is June, 1986, by the way.

Kellogs now manages Van, I’m surprised to learn. I’m even more surprised when Kellogs tells me Van is doing a day of press – mostly European – to promote the No Teacher. . . album and after being shown by Kellogs the Self-Aid review I’d written for what used to be Melody Maker, Van’s agreed to do it with me. This is both exciting and fairly terrifying news.

Whatever, a few days later I’m scuffling nervously outside the door of the Phillipe Suite at the Chesterfield Hotel in central London, waiting to be ushered into the great man’s presence, Kellogs shortly introducing us. I offer my hand in nervous greeting. Van promptly ignores it.

“You’ve got 30 minutes,” he says brusquely. “What’s your first question?”

My mind of course goes immediately blank and all the finely-honed questions I’d prepared are suddenly vapour. I mumble something about the new album that isn’t on reflection even a question, but which anyway gets Van talking for which I am grateful.

“It’s a struggle,” he says of the writing and recording process that even after 20 years he clearly finds difficult. “Always has been. I think when you get past your second album it all becomes something of a routine. So you have to struggle against that, find a way of making what you do sound fresh and new each time.

“It’s more difficult now than ever,” he goes on. “I find it difficult to know what to say nowadays, or who I’m saying it to. When I started singing, you know, my audience, they were usually the same age as me and they had at least half the same problems I had. . .but now, I dunno. The 80s are such an extreme period for everybody. As far as what space I’m in, I can’t really find it. I deliberately try not to cater for the commercial market, so I can’t see myself in competition, you know, with second or third generation rock stars. I find myself at this point out on a limb, basically. A lot of people who were writing when I came through originally as a singer-songwriter have disappeared. A lot of them have ended up as MOR entertainers. So it’s kind of left people like myself without an obvious slot, you know. It’s like people don’t quite know what to make of me anymore, he says, shrugging his shoulders, moving uneasily in his chair.”

At Self-Aid, he was introduced as a “living legend”, which made him sound like a relic.

“I think that’s absolute rubbish,” he seethes. “I don’t feel that way about myself at all. It’s just something these silly little boys in the rock press come up with, this stupid thing about age. I think that’s just part of the mass stupidity that seems to have gripped people at the moment. It’s like, if you’re over 28, you should be singing ballads or you should be dead. It’s ridiculous.”

How had he got involved with Self-Aid?

“They asked me to do it and I said yeah,” he answers curtly. “See, I kept being asked why I didn’t do Live Aid, right? And the only reason I didn’t do Live Aid was because I wasn’t asked. I figured the next time someone asks me to do something like that, I’ll do it so I don’t have to answer a lot of stupid questions about why I didn’t do it”

At Self-Aid, he’d prefaced one new song, “Town Called Paradise”, with this aside: “If Van Morrison was a gunslinger, there’d be a terrible lot of dead copycats out there. . .”

“What provoked that?” Morrison snorts when I bring it up. “The constant frustration of people constantly asking me what I think about every Tom, Dick and Harry that’s sorta copied me – and what I think about that is that I’ve had enough of it. I mean, it’s OK if it happens, like, once. After that, after two, three, four albums, when after four albums people are still just ripping me off, it starts to get like a monkey on my back.

“And you know, I’m carrying these Paul Brady monkeys and these Bruce Springsteen monkeys and these Bob Seger monkeys, and I’m just fed up with it. I just wish they’d find someone else to copy. In the old days, they’d have called it a form of flattery. But I don’t find it flattering at all. I mean, find someone else to copy, or else send me the royalties, you know.”

And what did he think of Springsteen?

“Not my scene, you know,” he says dismissively. “I’d rather listen to the source than the imitation. That’s where I’m at.”

Was he merely miffed at Springsteen’s huge commercial success?

“No,” he says firmly, “not at all. I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got. At the same time, I don’t see why something I’ve invented, I’ve developed and worked hard to come by should be ripped off, year in and year out, by these people.”

We go on to talk at some length about specific tracks on the new album, Van getting himself completely worked up when I ask if “Ivory Tower” is a reply to his critics. He rants almost incomprehensibly about window cleaners and brickies for I don’t know how long and mid-tirade suddenly stops in his tracks, as if he’s got so wound up he’s given himself a stroke.

I ask him what the matter is, and why the inexplicable silence, mid-sentence.

“Your 30 minutes,” Van says then. “It’s up.”

He’s not wearing a watch and there isn’t a clock in the room, but on cue, incredibly, the door

opens and Kellogs appears.

“Your man there,” Van says, not really looking at me, “will show you out.”

And he does.

Thom Yorke anti-poverty painting up for auction

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An anti-poverty painting by Thom Yorke is up for sale at auction. Yorke worked with artist Stanley Donwood on the piece, which is called 'Business School For The Dead'. The pair met at university, and since then Donwood and Yorke have created the art for all Radiohead records, Thom Yorke solo projects and promotional posters since 'The Bends' in 1994. The painting was originally made in 2005 as part of the Make Poverty History campaign. It is being auctioned by Bonhams to raise money for The Trade Justice Movement and is expected to fetch around £4,000. Tweeting about the sale, Yorke posted a link to the auction house's website writing: "Hope someone in the financial industry buys this, what a novelty to have a painting at auction ha!"

An anti-poverty painting by Thom Yorke is up for sale at auction.

Yorke worked with artist Stanley Donwood on the piece, which is called ‘Business School For The Dead’. The pair met at university, and since then Donwood and Yorke have created the art for all Radiohead records, Thom Yorke solo projects and promotional posters since ‘The Bends’ in 1994.

The painting was originally made in 2005 as part of the Make Poverty History campaign. It is being auctioned by Bonhams to raise money for The Trade Justice Movement and is expected to fetch around £4,000.

Tweeting about the sale, Yorke posted a link to the auction house’s website writing: “Hope someone in the financial industry buys this, what a novelty to have a painting at auction ha!”

Handwritten lyrics to David Bowie’s ‘The Jean Genie’ to be auctioned in July

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A copy of David Bowie's handwritten lyrics for 'The Jean Genie' are to be auctioned in London this July, valued between £12,000 to £15,000. The lyrics, signed and dated 1972 by Bowie on lined notepaper, were given to the founder of Bowie’s New York fan club and will be auctioned on July 3 at Bonhams Entertainment Memorabilia auction. Other Bowie related items set to be auctioned include an early contract for Bowie and his guitarist Hutch to perform live at the Ealing College of Communication for a fee of £12, dated 1969 and signed by Bowie, estimated at £1,200-£1,800. 'Hutch' refers to John Hutchinson, who worked with Bowie as a guitarist during this late '60s period and appeared on the initial version of 'Space Oddity' in February 1969. Additionally, a cardinal red Vox 12-string electric guitar which was used by David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust during the promotion of his 1972 album 'The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars' will also be sold and is expected to make between £10,000-£15,000. Further lots from the Rock and Pop section of the sale include Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page’s personally owned and played Martin ‘Birthday Special 2007’ acoustic guitar, estimated at £10,000-15,000.

A copy of David Bowie‘s handwritten lyrics for ‘The Jean Genie’ are to be auctioned in London this July, valued between £12,000 to £15,000.

The lyrics, signed and dated 1972 by Bowie on lined notepaper, were given to the founder of Bowie’s New York fan club and will be auctioned on July 3 at Bonhams Entertainment Memorabilia auction. Other Bowie related items set to be auctioned include an early contract for Bowie and his guitarist Hutch to perform live at the Ealing College of Communication for a fee of £12, dated 1969 and signed by Bowie, estimated at £1,200-£1,800. ‘Hutch’ refers to John Hutchinson, who worked with Bowie as a guitarist during this late ’60s period and appeared on the initial version of ‘Space Oddity’ in February 1969.

Additionally, a cardinal red Vox 12-string electric guitar which was used by David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust during the promotion of his 1972 album ‘The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars’ will also be sold and is expected to make between £10,000-£15,000. Further lots from the Rock and Pop section of the sale include Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page’s personally owned and played Martin ‘Birthday Special 2007’ acoustic guitar, estimated at £10,000-15,000.