Canada's culture reject.

Jack Johnson better watch out, Culture Reject is better and hasn't done any shite Charmin adverts (yet) . I went to see this guy on Tuesday night, and because he was so good i went the wednesday night too. He has been on my ipod for the last two weeks. When i confessed this to him after seeing him live he seemed well chuffed. He played two intimate gigs in our fair city, courtesy of EARmusic, Tuesday at ''The slaughtered lamb' in Farringdon (beeeeeautiful little venue... they have beds to lay on and yummy cider.) and Monkey Chews in Chalk Farm. I thought everyone knew about him. But they don't.... But they should. His layered tracks experiment with reggae and spanishy beats with pretty tinkles and knock out little rifts. Saxophones, trumpets, glockenspiel, you name it its there. His voice reminds me of Jeff Buckley for its melancholy sustained notes that make you shiver. A harmonious symphony inspired by ''mourning and love''. He's been touring Europe but is finished in the u.k for the moment. Ive promised his manager I'll organise the Royal Symphony orchestra for his next U.K tour. By then you'll know all the words.

Status Quo's Status Quo

Status Quo - means the state of affairs that existed previously. The state of affairs (in relation to their music) that lead up to Status Quo (the band) going from being a credible blues psychedelic pop band to the utter shite argos jingle bollocks they spew out now must have involved them being completely brainwashed after taking a fair old amount of acid. That is the only explanation. Please watch this and join me in this state of confusion.

R.I.P POLAROID.

Mr Edwin H. Land will be turning in his grave.....

the day has actually come, the last batch of film has gone out, and its best before is slowly approaching (not that that stopped a lot of us anyway hey?? whats that? nothing came out?...worth a try....) The doors have closed APPARENTLY for the last time for the Original Polaroid instant film.

I visited an exhibition opening last night in celebration and comiseration of the end of the road for our beloved Polaroid, showing Warhol, Rankin, Bailey (who was there at the opening, i almost passed out when i saw him.) Goldberg, Samaras and more. A series of beautiful shots by a selection of some of the all time great photographers. They embody all that was fantastic about polaroid. It was instant, magical, untouched and energetic.. The show to me seemed to signify the end of an era, film is really on its way out. (however much i try and deny it). The digital age is upon us. Make sure you go see the show at some point, its on till mid novemeber at the Atlas Gallery in West london. Ive added the link in there for you... expect some erotic nudity.... one lady wasn't best pleased.




There is also another exhibition on (to be honest i thought there would be more exhibits, but then, i wanted to pitch for a National Rememberance day... and am still sporting a black arm band...). Until November 14th, there's an Exhibition being held in London, England, at the Association of Photographers Gallery; that looks at Polaroid from it's creation to modern day.

"All images have originated from one of the many Polaroid’s Instant Film Products. The exhibition looks back retrospectively over past decades up to the present day. The collection of images is diverse and illustrates the different ways Polaroid can be used. Take a look around this landmark show and enjoy the unique, and often spontaneous, quality of Polaroid film."
It's open Monday to Friday 10am - 6pm, and until 9pm on Thurs, November 6th.

Make sure you enjoy these exhibits as most of these photographs will be archived for ''preservation'' or sold for 20,000 (i kid you not) each to some wealthy banker who will use it as a tea coaster.

There is talk of it being produced somewhere else later, that a company might take it on, but sadly i imagine this is a lot of hopeful hear'say. Maybe though... one day. Until then..

Fare thee well polaroid.
R.I.P old friend we had some fantastic experiences together.

No, he isn't a nutjob...

My house mate lent me one of this guy's books. EVERYONE should read one of his publications.... He writes about philosophy and psychology in a way that you can ACTUALLY understand, an extremely positive and funny man who tells you can find what your looking for in life by just... well looking. Plus you can freak people out on the tube when they attempt to read over your shoulder and see the mad illustrations. One is a guy pissing on a car. Good stuff.

Robert Anton Wilson (born Robert Edward Wilson, January 18, 1932 – January 11, 2007) became, at various times, an American novelist, essayist, philosopher, polymath, psychonaut, futurist, libertarian[1] and self-described agnostic mystic. Recognized as an Episkopos, Pope, and Saint of Discordianism by Discordians who care to label him as such, Wilson helped publicize the group/religion/melee through his writings, interviews, and strolls.

Guess Who’s Back?

Guess Who’s Back?

Why i want to move to the U.S.......

For those of you who don't know about The people of walmart, this is for you... ive spent hours skiving off work looking at the fabulous attire of the fashion inept people of America's supermarkets...look out for the trailer trash fash' - its gonna be huge next season.

http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/

ZAZA, Brooklyn's new Stargazers

This is my first post... so be kind... but this band will knock you fuckin socks off.. they remind me of Film School and The Radio Department and lots of lovely other shoegaze/stargaze pioneers. They are ZAZA ; Danny, Jenny, Dru from Brooklyn, New York. Breathlessly dreamy, with fuzzy and mythical tones. Think the view from a NYC train at Dawn..

SOONER OR LATER (dir. David Hartman)