Des'Ree's forcing of Beyonce to withdraw her reversioned B'Day album over uncleared songs has been explained away as due to a misunderstanding by her management:
Um... isn't that a misunderstanding on the part of Beyonce's management, then?
Des'Ree's forcing of Beyonce to withdraw her reversioned B'Day album over uncleared songs has been explained away as due to a misunderstanding by her management:
Since Mark Ronson claims to be such a big fan of The Smiths, surely he can't have been surprised by the angry (and, almost certainly empty) threats of violence from other Smiths fans following his throttling the life out of Stop me?:
We know you'll have been fretting about Victoria Beckham's house hunting, so you'll be delighted to hear she's found a house in LA. A source has been yakking on about it:
The Happy Mondays set at Coachella won't be quite the full deal: Bez was turned back by US immigration. The band have rustled up a statement:
Not me, you understand. And even if by some accident - presumably involving pulling a magic letter from a jacket on a train in town or something - I did have the power to bring The Stone Roses back together, I'd probably choose not to use that. It'd only end in tears.
Mani, though, reckons he - and he alone - has the power. He doesn't think it's that compelling an idea, either:
On Thursday night, The Jesus And Mary Chain shared a live stage for the first time in getting on for a decade. World Entertainment News Network sounded like it felt cheated:
We're not entirely sure if Berkeley Square haven't painted themselves into a corner with the rules for their Top 25 Indie albums of all time - fair enough, they're only allowing records which are currently not being released by companies which are members of the RIAA to join in (and they want your suggestions). But this cuts out Joy Division, Sonic Youth and a large slew of other now-big names whose back catalogues have been hoovered up by majors are ruled illegible, which seems a bit of a problem for determining the best indie albums of all time. Still, why not toss your vote into the hat and we can see where we all end up?
Having been ousted by Andrew Lloyd Webber from the top of the money tree, and facing what must always be described as a "bitter divorce battle" with Heather, where might Paul McCartney find comfort and peace?
In the mandolin shop, that's where:
When Bono trotted up at the Tribeca Film Festival, someone plucked the sunglasses from his well-fed face. They're calling them a fan, but I suspect 'someone who finds the glasses as irritating as can be imagined'. Of course, with the fuss that Bono made when someone took a pair of his stage trousers, let's hope the sunglass plucker handed them back with a formal note of apology, otherwise it's going to be legal action and Bono sobbing "those shades were like children to me" in the witness box.
Fifty Cent is a shrewd business brain, and so the news that he's seriously thinking of pairing up with Robbie Williams must, we pray, be driven by pounds in his eyes rather than dreams of artistic merit:
So, they've got a diagnosis for Peter Andre, and because it has the word "Meningitis" in it, it's allowed the Sun to splash:
Patrick Wolf's announcement that he was going to retire from live performance this November has sent him scrambling for an explanation to allow him to climb down gracefully. Having failed, he's told Pitchfork that he didn't mean when he posted the message on a public board on the internet for people to read it:
We imagine the news that Britney Spears is plotting a series of "semi-secret" gigs (we don't know how something can be semi-secret, unless it's details of a terrorism raid or something) in Los Angeles is down to some sort of reality show where they take people back to what they used to do before they were famous.
E! reckons there's to be a string of gigs next week. Apparently they're going to be brilliant, says the manager of the strip joint she's rehearsing in:
The last redoubt of pop on old-style television, Popworld, has been cast into the same darkness as both its spin-off magazines.
To be honest, ever since Simon Amstell jumped ship there's been dwindling point, but Channel 4 tells the MediaGuardian that it's keen to keep the Popworld "brand" alive, and that T4 would carry on sticking the odd music video out between reruns of Friends:
We know you've been wondering "whatever happened to Del Amitri", haven't you?
Well, if you had been, since the band were dropped half a decade ago, Justin Currie has been seeking a new deal, and he's finally got one. To the delight of at least one postman:
The Sunday Times has done one of its regular rich lists where - through a mixture of inspired guesswork and watching what various people buy a Waitrose - they calculate what the great, the good, and the famous are worth. This time round, the focus of the pre-publicity is on the music millionaires.
The richest person in the UK music industry turns out, slightly disappointingly, to be Clive Calder (£1.3bn), although since he flogged Zomba five years ago and lives, for tax purposes, in the Cayman Islands, we're not sure he quite counts on either UK or music industry scores.
Which makes the richest person in music Andrew Lloyd Webber (£750m) - who has benefited both from the bounce of The Sound of Music and from a marking down of Paul McCartney (£725m). Macca has dropped to third place, but they seem to have already subtracted the cost of divorcing the Second Mrs McCartney.
The Rolling Stones, if you add all their wealth together, are worth £570m - getting dangerously close to being overhauled by U2, worth £480m in total.
What's really sweet is the paper adds together Madonna and Guy Ritchie's wealth - although presumably they rounded Guy's up to a full pound.
The top ten in full, then:
1 Clive Calder £1.3bn
2 Andrew Lloyd Webber £750m
3 Sir Paul McCartney £725m
4= Simon Fuller £450m
4= Sir Cameron Mackintosh £450m
6 Madonna & Guy Ritchie £275m
7 Sir Elton John £225m
8 Sir Mick Jagger £215m
9 Robert Stigwood £212m
10=Sir Tom Jones £190m
10=Keith Richards £190m
12 Sting £185m
13 Jamie Palumbo £165m
14= Roger Ames £160m
14= Olivia and Dhani Harrison £160m
16 Sir Tim Rice £155m
17= Eric Clapton £140m
17= Ringo Starr £140m
19 Phil Collins £135m
20= David Bowie £120m
20= Barry and Robin Gibb £120m
There's a separate list of "young" rich musicians, although the definition of young seems to be a little stretchy:
1 Vanessa-Mae Nicholson £32m
2= Guy Berryman £30m
2= Jonny Buckland £30m
2=Will Champion £30m
2= Chris Martin £30m
6 James Blunt £18m
7= Charlotte Church and Gavin Henson £10m
7= Joss Stone £10m
9= Craig David £9m
9= Will Young £9m
Vanessa Mae is thirty next year, which hardly makes her young in our book - if we were organising this list, we'd use the criteria of "would they look avoid looking silly if they wore trainers with wheels in?" - but the real surprise is Craig David being worth so much - we can only conclude he's had a couple of lucky scratchcards.
Although he said he'd never sing it again - which we took to be a promise - it turns out Elton John is thinking of doing Candle In The Wind, his song about
Marilyn MonoreDiana as the grand finale to the Diana concert - with the threat that other people on the bill might come along to honk in the background.
Which we really can't see - it's hardly a Chas and Dave style knees up round the old joanna, is it?
Still, at least it'll mean that people can start heading to the car park early.
I suppose if he is really sick - and he's been taking up a hospital bed for five days while doctors try and work out what's wrong with him - we shouldn't respond with the obvious response to the news that Peter Andre has been given a brain scan. It writes itself, doesn't it?
Seriously, though the man and his wife may be a blight on the British media, nobody should wish them this sort of ill. Get well soon, Peter, and then think about stepping out of the spotlight.
Retrofest - which, effectively, is like a cross between the Here & Now tours and The Big Chill, in that it's old bands hanging round in the fields of a castle. Culzean Castle in Ayrshire, in fact.
Organisers are inviting you - yes, you - to send them an mp3 of you singing; the "best" will be invited to play a three-song set at the festival. Of course, the standards aren't that high, as Hue And Cry are going to be playing a full set so you can probably get away with the odd bum note.
Also playing will be The Human League, ABC, Bananarama and - if the organisers manage it - Michael Jackson. But we'd not expect Michael Jackson, to be honest.
Following a smash in her Maserati, Eve has gotten herself arrested on a DUI charge. She's been released on thirty grand bail; back in court on May 17th.
The Lefsetz Music analysis letter had taken a fairly roboust view of the Cartel stunt (they're the band making a record in a big bubble). Despite the claims that they'd only have "limited" contact with outside world, singer Will Pugh has responded with a very, very long justification:
The lovely Matador label has been doing things for eighteen years, which means it can go out drinking on its own. To celebrate, it's inviting you to design a new tshirt for the label. The prize is probably better than having to meet Kelly Osbourne on Project Catwalk.
Best known for the novelty hit The Monster Mash, Bobby 'Boris' Pickett is now making a graveyard smash of his own. He's died at the age of 69.
A childhood watching horror movies at his father's cinema led Robert Pickett to develop a passable impression of Boris Karloff. This provided a useful stand-by when Pickett entered showbusiness - it brightened nightclub performances by his band the Cordials, with Pickett slipping in a bit of Boris to enliven the spoken stretches of their covers of 50s standards.
Fellow Cordial Lenny Capizzi was Dr Frankenstein to Pickett's Monster Mash, badgering Bobby to turn the mid-set gag into a single. Bobby remembers Lenny's suggestion:
Cam'rons insistence that nobody should talk to the authorities, like one of Grouty's henchmen, has been raising eyebrows amongst the sort of people he needs to do deals with in order to continue flogging his records, and so he's attempted to issue a clarification:
The wires ping again with more thoughts from HMV's spokesperson, Gennaro Castaldo. He's been thinking about the possibility that the availability of each track from the Arctic Monkeys new album as individual downloads on iTunes could mean something sort-of-historic is going to happen this weekend. Indeed, it's had Castaldo reaching for the golden musical yardstick. The Beatles:
Exactly fifty percent of Orbital, Paul Hartnoll is going it alone with a series of gigs and festival appearances. He should have called himself Liverpool Ring Road, you know, what with that project having been abandoned before it was finished so it's not actually an Orbital road, but he hasn't.
Sunday, Aug 5 Big Chill Festival Eastnor Castle, UK
Friday, August 31 Electric Picnic County Laois, Ireland
Sunday, September 2 Connect Music Festival Inveraray Castle, Scotland
Tuesday, September 4 The Roundhouse London
Wednesday, September 5 The Bridgewater Hall Manchester
I imagine you could take the Big Chill as read, to be honest; if there isn't at least one of Orbital there at the very least they can't start the generators. Scientific fact.
Shitdisco's UK tour has been axed following Joel falling ill. Their statement explains further:
Coca-Cola's very own White Stripes have just announced a sledge full of dates around the globe. This is the itinerary in full:
06-01 Nuerburgring, Germany - Rock Am Ring Festival
06-02 Nurnberg, Germany - Rock Im Park Festival
06-04 Vienna, Austria - Gasometer
06-06 Rome, Italy - Tenda Strisce
06-07 Milan, Italy - Idroscalo
06-09 Lisbon, Portugal - Alive Festival
06-11 Paris, France - Zenith
06-14 London, England - Hyde Park (O2 Wireless Festival)
06-15 Leeds, England - Harewood House (O2 Wireless Festival)
06-17 Manchester, TN - Bonnaroo Festival
06-24 Burnaby, British Columbia - Deer Lake Park
06-25 Whitehorse, Yukon - Yukon Arts Centre
06-26 Yellowknife, Northwest Territories - Shorty Brown Multiplex Arena
06-27 Iqaluit, Nunavut - Arctic Winter Games Arena
06-29 Calgary, Alberta - Pengrowth Saddledome
06-30 Edmonton, Alberta - Shaw Convention Center
07-01 Saskatoon, Saskatchewan - TCU Place
07-02 Winnipeg, Manitoba - MTS Centre
07-03 Thunder Bay, Ontario - Community Auditorium
07-05 Toronto, Ontario - Molson Amphitheatre
07-06 Montreal, Quebec - Bell Centre
07-07 London, Ontario - John Labatt Centre
07-08 Ottawa, Ontario - LeBreton Flats Park (Ottawa Bluesfest)
07-10 Moncton, New Brunswick - Moncton Coliseum Arena
07-11 Charlottetown, Price Edward Island - Charlottetown Civic Centre
07-13 Halifax, Nova Scotia - Cunard Centre
07-14 Glace Bay, Nova Scotia - Savoy Theatre
07-16 St. John's, Newfoundland - Mile One Center
07-22 Portland, ME - Cumberland Civic Center
07-23 Boston, MA - Agganis Arena
07-24 New York, NY - Madison Square Garden
07-25 Wallingford, CT - Chevrolet Theater
07-27 Wilmington, DE - Grand Opera House
07-28 Fairfax, VA - Patriot Center
07-29 North Myrtle Beach, SC - House of Blues
07-30 Birmingham, AL - Sloss Furnaces
07-31 Southaven, MS - Snowden Grove Park Amphitheater
Okay, so most of them are in the Americas, and those that aren't are festivals, and Meg White has never been in the pay of Coke as far as we know. But other than that...
Exciting news from Rhino Records: they're working with Jim Reid to pull together a Jesus and Mary Chain rarities box set. 80-ish tracks, with around a dozen that have never been heard before outside of The Reid brothers' world.
The Foo Fighters are worrying who they might end up having to get undressed in front of when they play Live Earth this summer:
Apparently, the "sheltered upbringing" Dolores O'Riordan had made it difficult for her to cope with being in The Cranberries:
The Xerox Teens aren't the Xerox Teens any more; The Xerox Corporation, a shady organisation that is dedicated to the overthrow of democracy and installation of aliens as our overlords working under the front of selling photocopiers, have insisted they change their names.
The band have dropped the 'ero' from the middle of their names and will now be known as Xerox Teens, although had it been us, we'd have secured agreement from Lexmark to adopt the name Lexmark Teens.
They're heading off out on tour to celebrate their new name:
May 14th - Stoke Sugarmill
May 15th - Leicester Charlotte
May 16th - Birmingham Barfly
May 17th - Sheffield Fuzz
May 18th - Newcastle Digital
May 19th - Brighton Great Escape Festival (Artrocker Stage)
May 21st - Manchester Night & Day
May 23rd - Glasgow Firewater
May 24th - Edinburgh Cabaret Voltaire
May 25th - Swindon Brunel Rooms
May 26th - London Bethnal Green Working Men's Club
The official announcement about the line-up for the Diana Concert did include a name not offered by Victoria Newton this morning: Kanye West. That's a bit of a drift rightwards from the straight-talking hero of the Katrina benefit, isn't it?
As part of the launch activities for the Sandown Park Gold Cup, on Friday the racecourse is offering people called Fred free entry to the races. The downside is that they've also got Right Said Fred (described by ThisIsLocalLondon as "former chart-toppers" which does rather rub their noses in their reduced circumstances) playing too. All the Fred stuff is down to the sponsors of the Whitbread Gold Cup not being Whitbread any more.
Snoop Dogg is starting to pile up extra time off - following the refusal of the UK to grant him a visa to tour with Piff Dodgy over here, now Australia has asked him not to come. Which is less surprising: John Howard's Australia is hardly the most welcoming place at immigration anyway.
Snoop, it seems, is not the sort of bloke you'd want running amok in the wilderness:
Two bishops want to ensure that Radio 1 is forced to include some sort of religious element amongst its ungodly schedule of Moyles and Murray. The BBC Trust is currently interfering in what the various networks are supposed to do, and the Anglican Bishop of Manchester and the Catholic's Chair of the Communications Board Bishop want God to at least get a look in on the Live Lounge:
Paolo Nutini has been stung, it seems, by criticism of his singing:
Willie Nelson has avoided prison after cops discovered dope on his tour bus. Appearing in court Tuesday, he was fined $1000 and put on probation for six months.
The remorseless demands of The Sun production schedule has finally given Victoria the chance to provide the all important coverage of Heather Mills' exit from Dancing With The Stars:
It's coming from Victoria Newton, so it may well be wrong, but she's suggesting the line-up for the Diana concert is going to be officially swollen today with Keith Allen's daughter, Rod Stewart and Natasha Bedingfield.
Rod we're not surprised by, but Lily Allen? A kissin' the hand of the delightful piano-playing Princes? We'd never have had her down as a forelock tugger. And, to be honest, we can't really picture her fitting in the "sort of bands that Diana would be listening to now, had she been wearing a seatbelt" basis of the booking policy.
Are we the only people who think of Natasha Bedingfield as being like Melchester Rovers? You read about her being really successful and popular, but you know that's only in some world made-up, not in the real world that we actually live in.
It looks like it's almost as hard to find attractions for the Diana gig as it is to find a coroner for the Diana inquest.
Guns N Roses have pulled out of the My Coke Festival in South Africa after Tommy Stinson hurt his hand. And it's not like Guns N Roses are the sort of band who'd just replace members with other people, is it?
Actually, Axl did alright without Stinson for about half a gig a couple of months ago after Rose criticised Eagles of Death Metal onstage. So it's not even like they'd need a replacement.
Is it just us, by the way, or does Tommy Stinson sound like one of the unlikely children's names you get in King Street Junior?
Anyway, let's hope this doesn't throw the release schedule for Chinese Democracy in doubt, eh?
More charity eBay auction action: a range of decorated guitars being sold to benefit Buckman Elementary in Portland. Included are instruments decorated by the Decemberists, Sleater-Kinney and Modest Mouse.
The status of Giant Drag was thrown into something of some confusion when Mich left: look, back in December, we said we're confused. Happily, talking to LA Weekly, Annie Hardy has confirmed they're (she's?) still a going concern:
Yes, we know, every time there's a celebrity auction we use the same headline, but it provides a degree of consistency that would otherwise be sorely lacking.
This time it's Courtney Love, who's getting rid of what she claims are her pre-slimming clothes on eBay. We know some people might feel a little queasy about wearing something that Courtney had rubbed herself on, but since she hardly wore anything for very long, you won't have to worry too much.
All profits raised from the sale go to charity; it's not known if she intends to start flogging off the bucket they gave after the liposuction she didn't have.
The final accounting from the end of the popular version of Napster continues. After EMI, Warners have become the latest label to settle with Bertelsmann over its ownership of late-period file-sharing brand. Money has changed hands, Bertelsmann has refused to admit wrong doing, and now everyone is going to move on and prepare for the new millennium.
It's not quite up there with the sudden problem faced a few years back by I Am The World Trade Center, but Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin are having an awkward time now that Boris had thrown his vodka glass of life into the mortal fireplace. Philip Dickey is squirming slightly:
Kele Okereke is desperate for people to not think badly of him. He's not, he insists, having a go at Pete Doherty:
A decade or so back, Select magazine ran a graphic attempting to prove that without Johnny Marr and his connection to so many projects, music would implode or something. Since then, it seems, Marr has been attempting to correct the image that he's six degrees from every band by working directly with everyone.
He's just hooked up with Crowded House.
Apparently unperturbed by the not bad reviews, ongoing slavish coverage and (looking into comments here, for example) still fanatical devotion to them, MTV News has written off the Arctic Monkeys, as part of a half-arsed attempt to lasso a bunch of second albums:
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We don't know if the people who complained about Right Said Fred's Daz advert (on taste and decency grounds, rather than artistic merit) was the same person who complained about the Haribo advert with the bloke getting his hand fixed in concrete because he's trying to fish his sweets out of wet cement, but we wouldn't be at all surprised.
Anyway, the Advertising Standards Authority investiagted, in response to anguished cries:
While we can see the point of getting Spinal Tap to reunite for Live Earth... hang on a mo, actually: we can't. The joke was a good one, but isn't it wearing more than a little thin?
But we can understand how they might have wound up on the bill. What we don't get is how they're going to work a made-up band into the proceedings without either undermining the point of the whole event, or else taking refuge in jokes so weak it wouldn't be worth the carbon emissions to get there?
What would you consider to be the "ultimate seal of approval" for a singer? Three nights at Wembley? Madonna trying to eat your brains? The ghost of Johnny Cash silently enjoying your gigs?
Or, maybe, some lukewarm praise from Rod Stewart.
If you're Paolo Nutini - a man whose own management appears to claim always sounds like he's drunk - you'll take what you can get:
Louis Walsh has insisted that he'll never work with Simon 'I was talking about something else' Cowell again:
Presumably The Sun will seize on this after Victoria's got in to work: Heather Mills was voted off Dancing With The Stars last night. A good, solid mid-season result for Millsy, of course: disproving the Murdoch press and its claims that she's hated more than most mass-murderers, but she was never going to win it.
As ever on these occasions (like when Yoko Ono lost the Showcase Showdown, and Barbara Bach's peach melba failed to impress Lloyd Grossman) we turn to Viacom's Television Without Pity:
The cancellation of their Camden Crawl dates was an augury: The Cooper Temple Clause have called it a day:
This morning, Victoria Newton announces she's solved the problem of William Windsor's love life:
Beyonce has been forced to suspend the special edition of B'Day on account of including a cover of Des'ree's I'm Kissing You. The "special edition" - where that actually means 'a few extra tracks to try and persuade people to buy the record all over again - apparently only had the track included at the last minute; so last minute that the paperwork wasn't handled at all well.
MTV reports that in response to Beyonce's request for a licence, the owners offered some limits:
So, what's the difference between a stunt and inspiration? We suppose that a stunt is an inspiration which should have been quietly forgotten.
Which, we think, makes the planned-for-May LCD Soundsystem covers fun inspired. Two split 7" singles, featuring on one side an LCDS cover, on the flip, LCDS covering someone else. Because its called Friends, see? The Friends in question are Franz Ferdiand and John Cale; the covers include James Murphy having a crack at Joy Division's No Love Lost. Then there are CD and 12 inch versions. Pitchfork make it sound a lot more coherent than we've managed.
It's not so long ago that Britney Spears was so annoyed with people taking sneak photos of her, she attacked the paparazzi with an umbrella.
Now, though, she's trying to push her new fragrance, Faded Glory ("Midnight Fantasy") by encouraging people to, erm, sneak up on friends and take photos:
No more will the phrase "Whitney Houston's husband has been remanded in custody" drip from journalists keyboards. Not because Bobby Brown has cleaned up his act, but because the divorce has finally come through.
Whitney gets custody of the daughter; it's not known under the deal if the couple will continue to share a dealer.
If you can't fight, my Mum used to say, wear a big hat. This, loosely translated into music terms, is "if you're a bit rubbish, come up with a big gimmick."
Meet Cartel. They're recording their second album in a giant bubble on Pier 54 in New York. They think it's about them, but it's actually a bid to try and persuade people to buy Dr Pepper, which is sponsoring the event. Dr Pepper's advertising used to be built around the question "what's the worst thing that could happen", illustrated by people getting caught in terrible, embarrassing, public situations. We can see how being in a third-string emo act making a record in a big bubble like some sort of de-evolved zoo monkeys could fit with that message.
Still, let's not forget there are real people involved here, real people, with real emotions and almost half a clue between them. William Pugh has been explaining why they're doing this to USA Today:
We'd have thought that Paolo Nutini's management might have come up with a better explanation for his Swindon nightmare - he appeared to be so drunk fans walked out during his set on Sunday - than "he always talks like that", which has now locked him into having to slur his words every time he speaks in public for the forseeable future. Still, here's the official line:
It's always delightful to hear from Gennaro Castaldo - HMV's spokesperson seems to be quieter these days, but we'd imagine as his employers are having a lean time of it he's having to help out down in the stock room at the moment.
Still, the release of a new Arctic Monkeys record is something of an occasion, so he's popped up in a wire piece with his explanation of those first-day sales:
Sadly, the Neil Hannon written musical for the National Theatre isn't going to be one of those standard cut-and-shunt of back catalogue into a shaky story framework. So, no "But however shall we make it to London?" "Why, let's take the National Express..."
Instead, Hannon appears to be adapting Swallows and Amazons - which does mean there's going to be a casting call for Hannon to try and find his Titty.
Trouble is, though, of all the books adults assume children will love, real-life-spy Arthur Ransome's boat adventure is probably the most off-putting, and there's no reason to assume that adding Hannon's tunes to the story of posh kids having larks on a lake is going to make it feel any less like being trapped in an awfully nice Bible Class.
A few weeks back, Charlotte Hatherley gave her side of her departure from Ash, admitting that the ballyhooed "amicable, mutuals" weren't quite on the mark - she still isn't quite sure if she left or was shown the door.
Now, Ash have been talking about life without Charlotte, and while we're sure they didn't want to conjure up the image of lads sat on the sofa, surrounded by beer cans and grey pizza boxes, it does:
We can't pass up a chance to mention Engelbert Humperdinck, so we're happy to mention that he's readying a track to raise funds for veterans' groups. As in groups of people who used to be in military, not bands who have been touring for the last forty years.
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After Fall Out Boy's risky investment in a New York club, Eminem has opened negotiations to buy 8 Mile's St Andrews venue, which besides being in 8 Mile the place was also in 8 Mile, the movie, providing the backdrop for the bit where Eminem won all the prizes for being the best at rapping.
He's very keen now, but lets hope he doesn't get the survey back and start having a tattoo done on his butt of him knocking the place down with a JCB.
Right now, as part of AOL's streaming of new CDs, you can hear all of Favourite Worst Nightmare. For free.
We're sure Sum 41's sudden interest in writing a political song is nothing to do with wanting to get some of that sweet, sweet Green Day mature applause. Indeed, they seem worried they might have alienated their core audience by writing a song about, you know, stuff on the news and that. Deryck Whibley (Mrs. Lavigne) is quick to reassure:
While the decision to bar anyone who may or may not have had sex with Diana from her memorial concert does at least mean we'll be spared James Hewitt on washboard, for a concert supposedly desperate for people to take part closing down the potential pool might not be such a good idea.
For a start, it rules out Bryan Adams. A courtier has leaked:
Mogwai aren't impressed with the idea of bands recreating Sgt Pepper:
Normally, a first-day sale of 60,000 would be brilliant news for a band - but if that is the true figure for Favourite Worst Nightmare, it's about 40,000 down on the first day sale for Whatever It Is That You Say That I Am, That's Not What I Do Be, Aunt Sally.
We're torn between the admiration for managing such a huge Monday turnout, and wondering where 40% of the Arctic Monkeys audience disappeared to.
It seems that, when he started to be a bit successful, former friends of Dizzee Rascal plotted to kidnap him:
We're always fascinated by the anti-social neighbours who choose to play the same song over and over again. For example, what the hell could have driven Francis Cullen of Bolton to play If Tomorrow Never Comes by Ronan Keating at all, never mind for an unbroken stretch of sixteen hours?
Commiserations and sympathy this morning to Keith Richards, whose mother, Doris Richards, has died of cancer.
With Keith's "I snorted my Dad's ashes" "joke" still clanging around the world, there's going to be some awkward moments with the other relatives in coming weeks.