Bookmarks: LaRoux

In The Guardian, Matthew Horton wonders what the synth-pop class of 2009 has in store:

La Roux's route looks darker. Her first album plumped for rinky-dink early Depeche Mode – an innocent pursuit on the face of it, but grim passions lurk beneath. Three years is plenty for Jackson to gain a taste for leather perv-breeks and clanking S&M pop, but she might want to pause for thought before diving headlong into smack addiction and pretending to be Trent Reznor.

Gordon in the morning: Hanging round the school gates

Today, for some reason Gordon runs a school photo of Rita Ora:

RITA ORA hasn’t changed much from her school days.

She left school all of three years ago, of course.

So, she's not changed much, then, Gordon?

She has discovered bleach and hair straighteners since then.

Oh. So she's changed quite a bit, then?

What's really disturbing about this is the way the Bizarre homepage is linking to the photo item - first off, it's shoved it in that large pic box which is usually home to a photo of a woman in a bikini. An odd position to put a photo of a kid. And the caption is quite creepy, too:

It’s back to school for Rita! Star looks Fresh-faced in snaps
HOT Right Now star, who landed her first No1 with DJ Fresh, goes make-up free and shows off her natural brunette locks in class pictures

There's nothing disturbing about describing a photo of a schoolgirl like that, is there?

Deus: There's a new album. Today.

This is how the music industry should be working, all the time. Deus had some songs, which they thought would make a nice album. So they've released an album. Tom explains:

"We had songs we didn’t want to lose, didn’t want to have sat on a shelf for four years so we decided to break our previous way of working and be less precious and finish the songs quickly and then release them to the public. It’s 2012 for fuck’s sake, the idea of waiting months to release stuff seems so old fashioned."

It's streaming at Drowned In Sound - here; and for sale on the Deus site.

What a great start to the Bank Holiday weekend, eh?

For HMV, it's Midnight at the Apollo

HMV have sold the Hammersmith Apollo to the operator of the Millennium Dome for £32million.

It's the first step in HMV exiting the live music market that it was never entirely clear why it was in in the first place.

I collect, I reject: Elvis' crypt

What do you get the Elvis fan who has everything? Here's perhaps the ultimate piece of memorabilia - assuming you'd draw the line at getting a spade and sneaking past security at Graceland: Elvis' crypt is up for sale:

This lot includes: permanent ownership of the crypt where Elvis was once entombed; opening and closing of the vault and crypt for burial; memorialization inscription; and use of a small chapel for a committal service. Transportation and funeral home charges are not included.

It wasn't just Elvis - his mother Gladys also was there for a while, while permission for burial at Graceland was being processed. But it's not been used since:

This original crypt has remained empty with a statue of Elvis commemorating his time there and as a visiting place for those coming to remember The King.

"Commerating his time there" - I suppose, to be fair, he did spend longer in the crypt than he ever did in the UK, although he didn't really do very much while he was there.

Starting bids are sought at one hundred thousand dollars. That sort of money would buy you a three bedroom house elsewhere in Memphis.

Ween split; memo appears to have gone astray somewhere

Ween have called it a day. Aaron Freeman/Gene Ween told Rolling Stone:

"It's time to move on. I'm retiring Gene Ween... It's been a long time, 25 years. It was a good run."

Except he might have forgotten to do something quite important. He cancelled the milk, put the papers on hold, locked the doors and windows... but there's a nagging voice which suggests he might have missed a detail as he closed down the band.

Mickey Melchiondo, aka Dean Ween, later appeared to be unaware of the split on their Facebook page. He said that the break-up was "news to me, all I can say for now I guess", before the post was removed.

That'd be it! Telling the others. It's important to make sure the whole band know it's over - after all, when Liam from Flowered Up forgot to mention that they'd split, the rest of the band kept doing rehearsals every Wednesday for sixteen years before the penny dropped. True story.

The LA Times is a bit cynical about the split:

Ween sets the table for the inevitable reunion

A less-than-welcoming Coldplay experience

Samantha wanted to go to the Coldplay gig. Let's not judge her for that, a lot of people like Coldplay.

Trouble is, Samantha needed accessible tickets. And that's where things get bad. Very bad indeed.

She's tried to get tickets for London - where tickets for disabled people have to be ordered through the post, take a third of a year to arrive, and are tossed out without any regard to what the requirements of the gig-goer are (it seems the assumption is that you'll use a wheelchair, not that you might have vision problems, for example.)

So she tried for Manchester, and things were even worse, where the website does at least have a number for "ambulant disabled" [their term] gig-goers to call - not that anyone on that number can help, or appears to even be expecting the calls.

It's a pretty shabby tale from start to finish. I don't think any of us have much in the way of expectations of Ticketmaster or gigsandtours, but this is a new level of misery creation.

On a headline

Isn't that called bondage, Newsbeat?

Gordon in the morning: Cast out

You know that game where you say who'd play you in a film of your life? One Direction play that. Gordon Smart runs it as his lead story. Seriously.

Dave Rowntree a bit upset after graffito removed

The NME reports on a shocking desecration of our nation's heritage:

Dave Rowntree hits out after historic Blur graffiti is removed from London path

I know what you're thinking - what, exactly, is "historic blur graffiti"?

Back in the early days of the decade, someone painted a line from For Tomorrow on Primrose Hill - the bit about "and the view's so nice". Which is rather a good joke, and one that has has a good run. But now it's been removed.

Dave isn't happy and - as a reminder that he's trying to become a politician - he's even prepared to throw the Olympics into his argument in a totally baffling way:

"It's a jobsworth attitude in an Olympic year where we're supposed to be celebrating British culture, and Blur did contribute to British culture. It's part of the Blur story."

I'm not sure that simply because it's related to Blur, who were British, is a particularly strong argument for a fairly obscure pun having a right to be on a pavement. Can you offer any other reason to keep the words?

"I can understand the decision, but I lived in the area for about 15 years and even I got used to it being there. It's a shame, it was in one of our videos, we felt deeply about the lyric and about the hill."

Which is nice, but - again - isn't really a compelling argument.

Some people tried to put back the writing, but chose a rainy day and their efforts were washed away - not by a jobsworth cleaner, but BY THE LORD GOD HIMSELF. Who must be an Oasis fan.

It seems a bit of a shame to have taken something that has been around for so long, and offered a wry little in-joke; but it doesn't seem to have occurred to Dave that perhaps the people who got out the scrubbing brushes might simply not be aware of the lyrics of a number 28 hit from nineteen years ago, and their relevance to that spot.

Garbage: Don't go breaking up the girl

Suspicions that Shirley Manson might be some sort of pop star superhero are growing, with the news that she had a bloke thrown out of a Garbage gig for hitting a woman in the audience.

Because this is 2012, the incident is on YouTube:

"You’re fighting baby, you gotta leave now. You can’t fucking fight, man. You can’t fight. I’m sorry, that’s the rules, man. We just need to all simmer down."

Theresa May wants us to choose who runs our police forces. Bagsy Shirley Manson for Thames Valley.

Gordon in the morning: Louis Tomlinson and a naked man - together at last

One out of One Direction being woken up by a naked man? Apparently it's a security issue. Or, rather, that's how Gordon tries to report it:

SHOCKED One Direction star Louis Tomlinson was woken in a hotel room at 5am — by a NAKED man trying to get in.

How close to this being an incident was this, Gordon?

Worried Louis, 20, peered through his door’s spy-hole after hearing a noise and was alarmed to see the starkers stranger in the corridor.

So the "attempt to get in" seems to be "tried the door handle". But was this a rabid fan, desperate to rub his naked loins against Louis Tomlinson's soft, peachy flesh?

And it wasn’t a fan

It wasn't?

but a drunk member of the public looking for a LOO.

In summary, then, the lead story this morning is 'drunk man gets disoriented in hotel, tries the wrong door'.

Franz Ferdinand audience pepper-sprayed

At first you have to get past the surprise that there was a Franz Ferdinand gig in Sao Paulo which was so popular there was a crowd control problem, but once you do, the details are pretty shabby.

The venue - 20,000 capacity - still had space inside, but organisers shut the doors "to reorganise entry". This freaked those outside out; they started pushing and, in the end, the cops pepper-sprayed them.

It's hard to believe that anywhere in the world there are still gigs which are so poorly organised that they'd risk shutting doors while thousands of people are still trying to get in. It's outrageous that we're hearing stories of Franz fans being pepper-sprayed; it's good fortune that we're not hearing stories of them being killed.

Ted Chippington: A new release

Yes, you heard the headline. There's a new release from Ted Chippington - five hundred, limited edition, vinyl only and available through eBay.

Gordon in the morning: Thin content

There's an especially vicious piece in Gordon's realm this morning, as Miranda Prynne (pronounced "pryin'", presumably) writes some copy around a picture of Lucy Davis shopping:

THE Office star Lucy Davis shows the strain in the wake of her marriage break-up.

The actress, 39 — who played receptionist Dawn Tinsley in the hit TV comedy — appeared gaunt as she went shopping in Los Angeles.
[...]
Her ultra-thin look is a far cry from the curvy figure she had during her Office days.

Only then does Pryin' mention that there's probably a medical reason for this:

Lucy’s weight has fluctuated since she had a kidney transplant in 1997 after renal failure.

The actress, the daughter of comedian Jasper Carrott, also developed diabetes.

Running a photo of woman who has health problems and tutting 'doesn't she look gaunt' over the top of them? What an ornament to our national life Gordon's team are.

Kanye West reckons he could have a go at being an architect

Is there nothing that Kanye West won't turn his hand to? (By "turn his hand to" I mean "grunt at drawings of and sign off his name appearing upon", of course.)

He now fancies a spot of architecture:

What I want to do post-Grammys is I want to work on cities, I want to work on amusement parks, I want to change entertainment experiences or life.

There's a couple of things here. First, the way he says "post-Grammys" where most people would say "after my music career", as if he just expects the end of the process of making music is being given a small metal gramophone and a round of applause.

More crucially, it's the extent to which he's thought this through. For what could be more obvious a sign of having considered his many options than saying "I want to work on cities" before suddenly changing that to "amusement parks".

Still, how difficult can it be, changing entertainment? (Or, possibly, life?) I know that I'd be delighted to ride a rollercoaster put together by someone who's doing it because he's got bored of collaborating with Jay-Z.

Gordon in the morning: The Wanted against nakedness

Inevitably, given their profile, the world is now being softened up for a bunch of clothes supposedly designed by The Wanted.

Because The Wanted have a really distinctive style, don't they?

Even Gordon manages a decent snort of derision:

Which is good news for fans of checked shirts and faded denim jeans.

So, why would they be doing this now? Apparently, it's because they met Tommy Hilfiger last week.

So, you meet Hilfiger and decide to copy him by designing clothes? Could someone please arrange a meeting between The Wanted and Buzz Aldrin, please?

A source says: “They are also inspired by the massive success of Jay-Z and P Diddy’s clothing ranges."

And what part of that success is it that inspires? The ability to connect more closely to fans by shaping a distinctive visual style? The chance to show you have talents that stretch beyond your core work?

Don't be silly:

"It could be a great money-spinner.”

The only success that mattters.

Lady GaGa: Jakarta off

After a couple of weeks of insisting she wouldn't back down to satisfy the demands of religious fundamentalists protesting against her Jakarta concerts, Lady GaGa has backed down:

"Lady Gaga's management has considered the situation minute to minute, and with threats if the concert goes ahead, Lady Gaga's side is calling off the concert," Minola Sebayang, lawyer for promoters Big Daddy, told reporters.

It's disappointing that frothing types have forced the pullout, but putting people's lives at risk to prance about in a dress made of batons isn't worth it.

First night: Over the Hump - Eurovision 2012

We've all had some time for it to settle in now: apparently Engelbert Humperdinck wasn't a secret weapon at all. Indeed, I'm hoping he was just using the Song Contest as a cover for a jewel heist in Baku, otherwise it'd be questionable why he was there at all.

Graham Norton seemed genuinely concerned that Hump was going to be distraught at the result, quickly forming a theory that this wasn't a vote against him, just an unfortunate side-effect of having gone first.

Plausible, I suppose - at a rough estimate, a couple of million people would have spent his song bellowing "Mum! It's starting!" or "Is this part of the contest?" or even "Лайно, де вони отримують цю страшну розминка хлопець з? Він одягнений, як він прийшов на похорон." But that would probably shave your score by a couple of dozen votes at most, rather than nearly the lot, surely?

Engelbert is sounding upbeat, to judge by his words to BBC News:

The 76-year-old said he "did the best for my country".

"I've had many highs in my career and Eurovision has been a wonderful experience," he said.

"I want to thank everybody, especially my fans around the world for their words of support.

"I did the best for my country, the rest was out of my hands."

The BBC said that at least he was spared the humiliation of Nul Points. But that might have been all he was spared, to judge by the Associated Press copy:

Amid the usual jamboree of youthful exuberance — and questionable taste — this year's Eurovision Song Contest featured a pair of elderly acts among its most high-profile contenders.

The night opened with some two-note crooning by the UK's black-clad veteran act Engelbert Humperdinck, who Scottish comedian Robert Florence acerbically remarked on Twitter looked "like an inaccurate waxwork of Johnny Cash."

Russia's Buranovskiye Babushki, a group of six grannies, offered a similarly static stage show, but did liven up their act "Party for Everybody" with some choreographed baking in an onstage oven.

The Press Assocation ran a ruler over just how bad things were for Englebert:

Questions will be asked about the decision to hand the baton to a 76-year-old, leading to one of the worst outcomes for the UK. Until 2011, the public had a say in who represented the UK and with which song, but that was abandoned when boy-band Blue were chosen to sing I Can, in the hope an established name could bring home the title. They managed to come 11th last year, a respectable position in comparison to this year.

Yes, he's managed to make the awful Blue performance look like some sort of high-water mark.

The Telegraph worries that even as a failure, this fell short of spectacular:

Sweden are officially the winners! And we didn't even manage to come last. Second last is more embarrasing than last, really, because it's not even funny. Poor Engelbert. Bet he's got the right hu... never mind.

The Mail might have spotted the weak link in our entry:

Humperdinck’s song was written by Sacha Skarbek - who teamed up with James Blunt to compose You’re Beautiful - and record producer Martin Terefe.

So, next year it's off to Sweden - a rare opportunity to enjoy Eurovision in a nation where gay people don't get hit on the heads with batons. It's normal to joke that winning the contest is a bit like getting an expensive and ugly gift, but the head of Sweden's SVT is quite confident, she tells Dagens Nyheter:

SVT can be trusted with the job of organising one of Europe's largest television events, says Eva Hamilton, stressing they have no intention of spending crazy sums of money. The event is also expected to create jobs.

- I cannot say what this will cost, but I can say that we have no ambition to keep up with the constant arms race and demand the entire country's GDP for this kind of thing, she says, referring to Azerbaijan.

So are Sweden enjoying their moment? Yes, but - if Svenska Dagbladet is any indication, not so much as they're enjoying the discomfort of their neighbours:

It could not have gone worse for Norway in yesterday's Eurovision Song Contest in Azerbaijan's capital Baku. Not only did the country came last with only seven points, nearly half of those came from eternal rival Sweden, who also swept all before them and won the whole competition.

Ah, yes, poor Tooji. At least Engelbert has a long career he can point to. Norway's Tooji is still young, and will have a lifetime of living down his loss. Could you imagine any way the night could have been worse for him?

Actually, Norway's Aftenposten points out it was his birthday yesterday as well. Still, he's philosophical:

It wasn't so bad it deserved seven points. I am not worse than Ireland, who entered hyperactive Teletubbies. I know that I'm not, so it must be something that the universe is trying to teach me.

The Irish Independent is delighted that those hyperactive Teletubbies have saved some cash:

JEDWARD'S bid to win Ireland's first Eurovision prize in 16 years fell as flat as their hairdos last night, as the twins finished in the bottom half of the table.

That Ireland won't have to host the competition next year will come as a relief to some at the head of RTE, given its accumulated losses of €50m.

Despite it being their second time in a row to represent their country at the Eurovision, their rendition of Waterline in the Azerbaijani capital of Baku failed to attract the affection or the votes of the millions watching the competition across the continent.

The Grimes' twins, John and Edward, 20, from Lucan in Dublin, delivered a solid performance and gave it their all, but it was a devastating return after the high expectations ahead of last night.

And the decision to go ahead with the event in repressive old Baku? Did that create an awkward evening, a sense of trying to have fun while ignoring the screams outside?

Not a bit of it:

Azerbaijan and the city of Baku have proven to be worthy hosts of Europe’s favourite TV show with a wonderful evening of entertainment put on by host broadcaster Ictimai Television. The show was opened in a very impressive fashion with a stunning fireworks display around the hall and amazing night time vistas of the Azerbaijani capital. This was followed by a very impressive display of Azerbaijani dancing in the hall after which last year’s winners Eldar and Nikki performed their winning entry Running Scared.

The interval act was equally impressive, featuring Azerbaijani superstar Emin who kept the audience and viewers entertained whilst the votes were being verfied.

Mind you, that's just the verdict of the Azerbaijan official news agency. They might be a bit biased.

This week just gone

The most-read May stories are:

1. Mick Jagger loves Boris Johnson
2. The Kerrang awards shortlist
3. Liveblog: Eurovision 2012
4. Gary Barlow meets Africans; fears they might want to eat him
5. Huey Morgan declares war on Kenickie; loses
6. BBC cuts: What they mean for music
7. First night: The Stone Roses comeback
8. Mail sees Gary Glitter on TV in past; rages
9. RIP: Rob Doherty
10. Golden Gate reaches 75; excuse to embed a Sleater-Kinney video

These were this week's interesting releases:


Smoke Fairies - Blood Speaks

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Saint Etienne - Words & Music

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The Temper Trap - The Temper Tramp

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The Enemy - Streets In The Sky

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Fun - Some Nights

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Liveblog: Eurovision 2012

6.50
Welcome to the annual (mostly) No Rock And Roll Fun Eurovision Song Contest liveblog. It's like Politics Live With Andrew Sparrow, only without the insight. Or the politics.

Or, actually, this year it's with the politics. The idea of holding the Eurovision in Baku - a contest about communication and fabulousness in a nation built for repression and hate - is just wrong. It's too hostile an environment, like dragging the Winter Olympics to Dubai.

Although it's surely only a matter of time before they do the Winter Olympics in Dubai.

Admittedly, the Song Contest could be said to have helped put world attention on the Ilham Aliyev regime; unfortunately, the Azerbaijani state is just taking the opportunity to show off its repressive skills. Just last night the secret police were beating the crap out of protestors from all nations.

Index On Censorship have created a petition of protest:

The Eurovision Song Contest is a guilty pleasure for millions across Europe. But this year the competition has a dark side – it’s being hosted by Azerbaijan, a country whose people face violence, prison and persecution for exercising their right to free speech. On 18 April, Idrak Abbasov, an investigative reporter who won the Guardian/Index Award, was beaten unconscious by private security guards while the police looked on.
Other journalists have been attacked, abducted and tortured. In November 2011, writer Rafiq Tagi was attacked outside his home and later died. No one has been brought to justice for his murder. In fact, in the last seven years, there have been no arrests or prosecutions related to violence against journalists.
But it’s not just journalists – musicians, gay rights campaigners and political activists are also under attack.

It would be great if everyone who watches and votes this year could sign.

So why not nip across and sign now? You've got a few minutes before it starts, and the Jedward jokes can wait for a minute or two.

Done? Thank you.

7.05
The Voice is churning through its semi-final. They haven't yet realised that they need to bring back the revolving chairs - maybe we could all vote for artists by texting their number, and the more we vote, the faster the chairs revolve. The last judge who is able to stay in their chair without throwing up gets to put a crown on their artist's head. (This is a slight variance from the US format, admittedly.)

Meanwhile, Charlie Brooker has rendered all tonight's tweeting and blogging redundant:

1: "Fuck me,looks like a range of wipe-clean vinyl Desperate Scousewives figurines animated by Jan Svankmajer" #genericEuroVisionTweet

— Charlie Brooker (@charltonbrooker) May 26, 2012

7.10
Becky's about to do her bit on The Voice. Is it just me, or does she look like someone who should be in Albert Square being asked by Dot "where did the baby come from, Becky?" Mind you, she's a better performer than that bloke who looks like what you'd get as a remainder if you divided Billy Idol by Spike from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

Sorry, this isn't meant to be a Voice semis liveblog.

7.15
Although it does occur to me that BBC1 has got a ninety minute programme where contestants are supposed to be judged solely on the quality of their voice, followed by a three-hour show where contestants are weighed entirely on the song they sing. They could have folded them together and we could all have been in bed by half ten.

7.20
Oh, that guy Danny is still sitting on the judging panel after all these weeks. He's like that kid who somehow spent weeks living in AOL's headquarters without anyone realising he wasn't meant to be there.

"You know what?" says Jessie J, "there's six million people watching this programme..."

The football's started on the other side, Jessie. Maybe four million, if you're lucky?

7.25
The BBC has been doing its bit to try and get the nation behind Engelbert, with a Get Behind The Hump campaign. There's also cut-out-and-stick-on-sideburns. Perhaps more usefully, they've got scorecards and, erm, cake recipes.

Me, I'm especially looking forward to Italy's entry, which is called Love Is Female, a thesis I can't wait to have explained to me.

By the way, I've not seen the semi finals - as @brokentv said earlier in the week, it's like having a bag of crisps before you have your tea. It takes the edge off the experience. Nor have I spent any time rehearsing spelling Engelbert Humperdinck's name, so apologies in advance for that.

7.35
Just seen the latest odds...

Odds on Eurovision: Sweden 43/20 Russia 13/2, Serbia 10/1, Italy 13/1, Romania & Ireland 26/1, Cyprus 29/1, UK & Spain 31/1, Denmark 36/1.

— Rhys Benjamin (@TheotherRB) May 26, 2012

So the UK is being judged as having as good a chance of winning as the contestant who claimed she'd been told to throw the competition. I hope they weren't keeping Saturdays free for next May at the O2.

7.40
Just realised that The Voice are actually sticking to Cheryl Cole's attempt to rebrand herself as Cheryl. I suppose if she managed to shake off beating up that toilet attendant, she must think she can pull off losing the surname.

Oh, dear: Ms Cole appears to have come dressed as Jeannie from I Dream Of... - apparently she's been fuming out the back "Holly Willougby told me it was a sitcom fancy dress night. She swore she was coming as Laverne, and Reggie was going to be Shirley..."

"Thank you for choosing to debut that here" says Holly, as if Cole was doing it as a favour to them and not to in the hope of squeezing a 'Cheryl snubs Cowell by going with rival show' story out of The Sun.

7.45
Will I Am is waving his Olympic torch around.

7.50
Thoroughly Good is also liveblogging events tonight.

Meanwhile, Paloma Faith is setting free the balls for the rollover jackpot. If this blog ends here, I've won.

7.55
Bugger. Oh well, back to plan A, then, and Eurovision.

8.00
Continuity: "the greatest show on earth, with lots of sparkle and flashing images." I'll bet the flashing images are the only ones you can guarantee.

Will Graham Norton mention Baku's human rights record? No, of course not, but he does reveal that they're four hours ahead of us. No wonder Hump's going on first, they must be worried that he won't make much further through.

We're getting some traditional Azerbaijani music - a small shepherd boy, whose space on the stage is liquidated as a group of identically-dressed dancers with mysterious hats take over.

Judging by these dancers, they've just got Tron in Baku. The first one, not the disappointing sequel.

Ooh, and now some Singapore Airlines air hostesses dance in front of massive, rotating Doritos.

Really? You travel thousands of miles to Baku, and you still get a sodding drum circle crashing your party.

There's some excellent moustache work amongst the male dancers.

8.05
Last year's winner now. To be honest, even as I'm hearing it, I don't remember ever having heard this song before in my life. Although it sounds like every mobile phone advert for the last three years.

8.07
The two prettiest women in Azerbaijan are sharing Katie Boyle duties these days. One of them has a hairstyle based on the tower outside the London 2012 venue.

They're proud that there are more contestants than there have been for years. It's like being delighted you're going to be punched in the face more than at any point in the century to date.

We're being treated to a timelapse film of the stadium being built, which is incredibly interesting.

Norton mentions "stories of riots and arrests" but "I have seen no trouble". So that's alright then - no secret police hanging around the minibar or the green room. Phew, eh?

8.10
The presenters are doing a "Ted can't hear you, Hi-De-Hi" bit of business. The two prettiest women in Azerbaijan have been joined on stage with a man who can only be the nephew of the president, grinning like a Rick Astley impersonator at Pete Waterman's house.

Engelbert Humperdinck - Love Will Set You Free
We're ushered on with a short film about museums.

Hump is all in black, like Johnny Cash or a man who's hoping to slink away once he's finished without anyone noticing. He seems to be doing a silly voice.

He seems to be on the point of going "rumpty-pumpty-poo", like a man trying to sound like he was once Engelbert.

"Love comes once if you're lucky enough" warns Engelbert. And the same is true of the number of times the Eurovision finals will ever go to Birmingham.

A good performance, but... even with catherine wheels in the background, it doesn't feel like a winner.

8.15
Compact Disco - Sound Of Our Hearts - Hungary
What the hell are those suits made of? Melted down lead stolen from orphanage roofs? Death appears to be playing one of set of keyboards.

Norton introduced this as a power ballad, but... it's somewhat underpowered.

They're projecting the Panorama logo on the back wall during this, which is cheeky, given what Panorama said about Azerbaijan...

8.17
Rona Nishliu - Suus - Albania
The pre-performance video was of polo players. Rona has got a rather elaborate hair do - it's like dreadlocks piled up to form a precariously-balanced basketball up there, but it has a snake of dreadlock curling down to nuzzle her own PVC-clad breast.

Clearly, most of the work here has gone into the hair, as the song sounds like someone's just tried to translate Jacques Brel into Albanian. Which Rona then screeches out over a tinkling piano.

At this point, the UK must surely still be in the lead.

8.23
Donny Montell - Love Is Blind - Lithuania
Goodness, the smaller countries are getting a go tonight, aren't they?

"When the day becomes the night, you know that I think of you" sings Donny. Donny is wearing a blindfold, as in his nation failure to win Eurovision results in a quick trip to the firing squad and, being intimate with his plodding song, Donny is a realist. He's already had his final meal, too.

Hang on - the drumbeat has kicked in, and he's pulled off his blindfold. He looks like a young John Barrowman.

8.26
I said John Barrowman before Graham Norton did.

Mayasar - Korake ti znam - Bosnia
Bosnia have gone with blonde woman sitting at a piano singing a song about, at a guess, lost love. She has thirty seconds to push her stool back and pick the pace up, or she's going to struggle to make the top half of the board.

8.28
I have to tell you have I received no such funking up of the song.

She's now stood up, but has actually managed to make the song feel even more pedestrian than when she was sitting down.

Thought it was Rick Wakeman, till I saw there was no cape. #eurovision

— Alison Charlton (@chuzzlit) May 26, 2012

8.30
Buranovskiye Babushki - Party For Everybody - Russia

The famous Russian "grannies" as, apparently, we're meant to call them because they're older than some of the other contestants. They've taken their traditional dress to the extent of wearing headpiece microphones that appear to date from the time Laika went into space.

It's actually the first sign of life on the stage the whole evening. Plus, they've got some baking going on there, too, which is good. It's a dreadful song, sure, but it feels like something that might sound alright if you were as drunk as Wogan would have been by now.

8.33
They remembered to get the baking out the oven. I think we have wives for The Hairy Bikers.

Gréta Salóme & Jónsi - Never Forget - Iceland

Remember when Iceland were the economic pariahs of Europe? Now they seem like the Micawbers of the north.

Disappointingly, it's not Jonsi. He looks like he could be cast as the young Giles if they ever get round to making a Watcher series.

They've brought a fiddle but, really, we're now demanding baking from contestants before we'll be interested.

8.38
Ivi Adamou - La La Love - Cyprus
The most Eurovisiony song title of the night so far. Graham promises us this will be "infectious".

It's the first song that sounds as if it's been written by someone familiar with music released this century, to be fair to it. The lyrics, on the other hand, could have been knocked together by a street vendor in the 1840s.

And a stage of books is no oven full of pies.

Cyprus going the 'classic Eurovision' route. I've heard worse Rihanna singles, to be honest. #eurovision

— Simon Price (@simon_price01) May 26, 2012

8.41
Anggun - Echo You And I - France
The intro video is showing off Azerbaijan's finest cusine, which isn't making me hungry. Anggun is apparently the world's most successful francophone artist, which doesn't explain why the song starts as if it was being played on a tape recorder with dodgy batteries.

The chorus sounds like a rip-off of Garbage's Breaking Up The Girl.

Half-naked men do some half-arsed gymnastics to fill the stage.

Inevitably, they lift her off the floor. It fails to lift the song.

8.45
At last - Italy. Let us find out why love is female.

Nina Zilli - L'amore è femmina (Out of Love) - Italy
They appear to have got hold of some Amy Winehouse DNA and done something clever in the lab.

This year is all about the metallic dresses. Perhaps made from melted-down Euro coins?

It's not a bad song; still no clearer about the reasons for love being assigned a gender. It sounds like it's desperate to break into Big Spender by La Bassey if it's not watched closely.

8.50

Brighton! Stop watching eurovison! There's a free festival event in about an hour at black rock. Giant man made of shipping containers!

— James Burt (@orbific) May 26, 2012

Ott Lepland - Kuula - Estonia
Ott has the look of one those blokes who they write into Emmerdale to be a hunky love interest until they realise their acting skills are incapable of carrying even the smallest scene in t'Woolpack, and so they wind up being dispatched in a quickly-resolved murder mystery.

His song is so dull, even Gary Barlow is embarrassed for him, and he made that Jubilee thing.

Seriously, Ott, a song like this has never won Eurovision. A song like this would struggle to get played on a broken jukebox.

8.55
Tooji - Strong - Norway
Ah, the bad boy hoodie-wearer now.

Imagine, if you will, every song on the Hit Man And Her ever mixed together into one, and then a mere hint of some Eastern European traditional tunes washed over it. That's what we've got here. Along with that 'hands either side of the head moving your head about' move that Kylie did about ten years ago. Derivative, but of so many things you might just about be able to patent it.

8.57
It sounds like we've got to the commercial break bit. "How are you doing?" asks one of the prettiest women in Azerbaijan. "What?" he asks, before gathering himself to a lovely answer about how great music is and everything.

Oh, and we're back.

Sabina Babayeva - When The Music Dies - Azerbaijan
When the music dies, in Azerbaijan, everyone looks the other way and pretends they didn't hear any strange noises in the night.

Ooh, that's a lovely dress, though.

This is going down very well in Baku, what with it being the local team. Possibly helped by Azerbaijan being one of the few competing countries to have enough money to host the event again.

Did they not realise projecting red and purple blotches onto the crotch of a woman in a white dress might create the wrong impression in the viewer?

Hmm. I don't think that song sounds like a second-in-a-row winner.

9.05
Mandinga - Zaleilah - Romania
A Cuban-Romanian act singing a song in Spanish and English.

With bagpipes.

I'm playing my bagpipe veto card here.

I suspect Elena has looked at the white-clad, drum-thumping, piping men who share the stage with her and thought "if I could have kept them out of sight, I might have been in with a chance; instead, it's like Max Headroom's nephews have made a Pepsi commercial."

If you close your eyes, though, it's a pretty good Eurovision tune.

9.08
Soluna Samay - Should Have Known Better - Denmark
Not, obviously, the Jim Diamond song.

Soluna has brought the first sighting of a admiral's cap to a music stage since LaToya Jackson; she also has backing singer who seems to need a comfy chair in order to perform. This could be a winner, but it would mean we'd have to watch the drummer pretending to play the drums really, really badly all over again.

9.12
Eleftheria Eleftheriou - Aphrodisiac - Greece
Hey, everybody, it's the austerity Beyonce.

"You make me want your aphrodisiac"? What does that actually mean? That you're attracted enough to someone to want to take a substance that will make you attracted to them? Have you even thought these lyrics through?

The designers at All Saints are frantically sketching those tshirts in time for the summer rush. #eurovision

— Jamie East (@mrjamieeast) May 26, 2012

Yeah, as Europop goes, this is fine. You might never want to hear it outside of a Saturday night in May, but it works alright here.

Loreen - Euphoria - Sweden
Apparently already been number one absolutely everywhere, hence its status as a favourite to win tonight. Isn't Loreen a type of marge?

She's brought a wind machine with her; a bit impractical with that Laura Ashley frock. No wonder she's running her nipples. They must be hard as mint imperials in that gale.

Can Bonomo - love Me Back - Turkey

I come back from feeding the cats to discover a sixth form college from Istanbul are putting on a low-budget version of cabaret.

9.25
Pastora Soler - Quédate conmigo - Spain
Remember, she claims she was misquoted when she said she'd been instructed to not achieve an Excehquer-punishing victory. Which means we're now seeing a woman trying to throw a contest while not looking like she's throwing it.

Frankly, given that she's bellowing a song that sounds like a pissy rainstorm in the Pyrenees, I don't think anyone in Spain needs to worry about having to book hotel rooms next years.

Spanish lady appears to be about to come over all unnecessary. #Eurovision

— Houman Sadri (@houmansadri) May 26, 2012

9.29
Only six to go. Be strong, people.

Roman Lob - Standing Still - Germany

Did Graham Norton say this was written by Jamie Cullum? Oh god, he did.

That tells you all you need to know about the song, so instead let's focus on the name. Roman Lob? That sounds like something that happens to men when they're not actually unable to walk, but are still worried that a half-glance at their crotches might give it away.

The way Roman sings "standing still" he manages to make it sound like "I'm scared of flu", which is quite a feat.

Oh, god, this sounds like the sort of song which exists purely so the instrumental break can be used in a Galaxy chocolate advert.

9.33
Kurt Calleja - This Is The Night - Malta

Malta often threaten to almost win Eurovision, but never do. Will tonight be their - heh - night?

Oh god. No.

@dillpickle has just asked "is that a handbrace or is it meant to be a nattyglove?"

Oh, god. No. His band look like they've been drawn by late-period Hanna-Barbera.

This song is so bad one of our cats just battered the bottom of the door as if he was trying to desperately put a cat flap in.

9.37
Kaliopi - Crno i belo - Macedonia
That's Jo Frost, Supernanny, isn't it? Perhaps she's been drafted in to calm down Jedward.

This is like participating in a nationwide sarcasm calibration test. #Eurovision

— Marie Foulston (@tigershungry) May 26, 2012

The band are doing Bond-style violin-thrashing. Whatever happened to Bond? Did even Classic FM tire of them in the end?

The drummer is wearing a hat and chewing gum, like he's really only doing the percussion while he's waiting to whisk the kit off down the market.

9.40
Jedward - Waterline - Ireland
This joke is now worn so thin, if it was trousers you'd be arrested for wearing them in public.

Seriously, it's like if we entered The Chuckle Brothers every sodding year.

This is perhaps the best Jedward song yet; you could even imagine it being alright if it was done by a decent band. Bananarama could probably even make a top twenty hit out of it. But why would they want to?

9.45
Strange keystroke combination alert!
Željko Joksimović - Није љубав ствар - Serbia

Love is not an object, apparently. Equally useful to note that peanuts are not nuts, bananas are not fruit and whales are not fish.

Kenny G is sneaking up behind Zeljko. Watch out, Zeljko!

Oh, it's okay this time, a woman with a violin has spotted him, so Kenny is just pretending he never meant any harm, just blending in. But thinking "you win this time, Zeljko... this time."

9.50
Oh hang on, was there a song there?

Gaitana - Be My Guest - Ukraine

Some of the most discordant piping we've heard all evening. The dancing shapes projected onto the backdrops are, disconcertingly, slightly more well-endowed than strict anatomical correctness would demand.

Gaitana has a very wide mouth. I don't mean that in a rude way, just as a genuine observation. It's a full-on Zippy. Without the zip, obviously.

9.55
Pasha Parfeny - Lautar - Moldova
Thank god, the last one. Lautar? I hope people understand the health risks from Lau Tar cigarettes are just as serious as from other types.

Apparently Pasha was gutting fish before coming on stage and didn't have a chance to change, which would explain why his backing dances are tricked-out like mermaids.

The music appears to be stolen from the soundtrack of a children's sitcom.

10.00

Okay, so we've only got to make it through the voting and then it's all over for another year. We can do that, surely?

So, I think I'm going to throw my weight behind... Greece. And then Russia.

Remember, everyone: in the UK, we can't vote for the UK; elsewhere in Europe, you won't want to.

Good to see that am-dram is alive and well in Moldova. Singer is dressed as Gepetto... #eurovision

— Steve Lawson (@solobasssteve) May 26, 2012

10.03
They've done the recap of all the songs. They merged into one sort of mushy-music mess, which means it was exactly the same as the previous two hours, only this time like a suspended sentence.

#eurovision my god, what was that Albanian woman screaming about -tell me that wasn't the song?

— GarySlapper (@garyslapper) May 26, 2012

10.05
In the real world, Baroness Warsi turns out to be pocketing cash without declaring it. She says this was a "discrepancy", which is understandable - it's not like there's been any attention on expenses recently.

Back in Baku, the pies are still on a plate in front of the Russian women. All that work to bake them, and nobody's even nibbled one. Bet they didn't wash their hands first, eh? I can picture Engelbert awkwardly trying to turn them down when offered - "sorry... uh... this suit would show the crumbs... I'm sure they're delicious..."

10.10
Oh god, they're showing the quick reminder of all the songs all over again. Is it like this when you die? Does your life keep flashing in front of your eyes? Especially the premature ejaculations?

10.11
You know who I miss? Ruslana. Can't we have Ruslana back again?

Perhaps in the way you have to measure yourself up to a cardboard cutout of a giraffe to ensure you're tall enough to ride a rollercoaster, there should be a cutout of Ruslana with the words 'You must be this good to compete' at the entrance to the Eurovision hall.

I'm not sure this would measure up, even if it was the Eurovisiony high water mark tonight:


10.15
We're not getting the musical entertainment while they count the votes (I'm not convinced it takes this long to do a sum on Excel); there's some torches, which surely means London 2012 LOCOG are going to be running down with cease-and-desist notices.

Norton is starting to get a bit more outspoken about how the president and his chums seem to have got a more than fair crack of the whip tonight. I hope he has a taxi already waiting for him by the exit. They don't like criticism in Azerbaijan.

10.20
Apparently this chap is, like, the Olly Murs of Azerbaijan. He's trying to win over the whole of Europe by singing something like a watered-down Tatu track.

Good to see Dane Bowers is still getting work. #eurovision

— Doug Robertson (@flumcake) May 26, 2012

10.25
In the green room, the prettiest woman in Azerbaijan is talking to Denmark's admiral cap, reminding her she used to sing on the street. She says it as if it's not even a step up from working the streets.

10.30
Voting is over. We move to the results stage. Brandy. Please send brandy.

Albania first, with their suit sleeves pushed up. Their 12 goes to Greece. Nothing for the UK.

Montenegro have spent all their money on a nice necklace for their presenter. Their 12 is for Serbia.

Did Romania just congratulate the hosts on a fabulous stoat? It's been a long night. 12 for Moldavia. UK still on zero.

10.33
Austria have turned up to give their scores looking like Jennifer Aniston doing a Celine Dion impression. 12 to Sweden.

Ukraine's presenter has got scribbled hair. 12 to Azerbaijan.

At this stage, Sweden is out in front. There's a load of countries with nothing, though.

Belarus give a point to Jedward. They're a cruel nation, Belarus. Their presenter is wearing an undershirt, for some reason. 12 to Russia. Engelbert being gently humiliated.

Belguim finally give a point to Hump, but that makes it worse. 12 to Sweden.

10.35
"Baku calling" - you're in Baku, isn't all of this Baku calling? 12 to Turkey,

The Maltese presenter flirts with the prettiest woman in Azerbaijan. Surely they won't miss out giving points to the UK? Nope. Azerbaijan get their 12. That's serious flirting, that is.

San Marino takes her time getting to the point, with her mad staring eyes. 12 for Albania. Again, bugger all for Hump. He used to be someone, you know.

10.40
Julian Rind-Tuit is giving the results for France. Sweden get 12; I think they're edging into a difficult lead.

Scott Mills mentions we've got the Olympics. Jesus, man, no need to make us seem so fucking needy. Our 12 goes to Sweden.

10.41
I didn't catch who this shouting old man is. Oh, he's from Turkey.

Thanks to 10 from the UK, Jedward are on 16. Humperdinck is desperately fielding calls from UK theatres who are trying to renegotiate contracts downwards.

Turkey's 12 goes to Azerbaijan.

Greece. Stop staring. Stop staring. Cyprus get the 12.

Engelbert is in a foetal position, muttering "it's not me, it's Cameron they hate. It's Cameron. It's not me."

10.43
The Bosnian presenter has taken time out to follow his dream of becoming an artist. 12 to Macedonia.

Moldova is tossing her marks around; 12 to Romania.

Hump is yelling at his agent "how can Butlins have gone cold? How can BUTLINS have gone cold?"

The Bulgarian 12 votes have gone to Serbia.

Switzerland's presenter is wearing the 43rd red dress of the results round; 12 to Albania. Sweden now on 140, and I suspect the orchestra are busily preparing to do Euporia again.

Slovenia's 12 to Serbia.

10.48

Twinkly old Cypriot presenter brought to you by Grecian 2000. 12 to Greece, just to allow people to do the "oh, they always do that" bit. Everyone would hate it if they couldn't tut.

Croatia give three to Jedward, which means they've scored 18 more than Engelbert so far. 12 to Serbia.

Humperdinck now constantly sending calls from Tom Jones to voicemail.

10.50
As advertising-supported broadcasters gasp for revenue, we're shown the top three and get a little interview with Sweden's Loreen.

Slovakia - again, a red dress. Is Special K guerilla marketing? Their 12 goes to Sweden.

Macedonia have gone for something distinctive - a polka dot dress and a massive corsage. Tat is a massive, massive corsage. 12 to Albania.

10.55
"Have you ever thought of Celebrity Big Brother?" whisper Jedward in Engelbert's ear.

Netherlands send 12 to Sweden.

Portugal next, bringing a severe hairstyle with them. Sweden have now hit 200 and I suspect will not be beaten, but we've still got 17 nations to get through. Portugal give 12 to Spain.

10.57
Iceland give points to Ireland, and Graham exclaims in delight, before remembering that he's not meant to be supporting them. Engelbert ends up on the bottom.

Janet Street Porter is giving Sweden's marks. 12 to Cyprus.

Norway's presenter has Dennis The Menace hair, and twelve points for Sweden. The UK are still on one point.

Engelbert is already back in his room, rummaging about in the minibar.

11.00
Aaaand we're running late. Lithuania have sent an estate agent to give 12 to Azerbaijan.

Estonia seem to be phoning it in, but give five whole points to the UK. "I'm so please for Engelbert, it would have been terrible for him to just have one point" says Graham, as if six is an achievement. 12 to Sweden.

Copenhagen calling, in a natty cardigan. 12, again, to Sweden.

11.05
Latvia give 2 to Engelbert - the Baltic states love the man in black. 12 to Sweden.

"Engel, Engel, don't worry - I can see you doing a tour of the East - Latvia, Lithuania, the other one... Eastontonia or whatever. What? Yeah, I'm sure they've got money. Enough to book you anyway. Engel... Engel? You still there?"

Spain give 12 to Sweden.

Lordi has popped up to do the Finnish votes, like the ghost of Eurovision past. He's rather milking his part, to be honest. The host has that half-laugh in her voice which says 'please just hurry the fuck up'


11.06
We have Scott Mills. Finland has Lordi. We even lose the voting. 12 to Sweden.

Georgia - and, by lord, we're deep into the votes from the Pointless answers by now - 12 to Lithuania, but their votes have taken Sweden over 300.

Italy are giving their twelve to Albania. Nothing for Sweden. That'll be remembered.

Engelbert is thumbing through his phone, looking for Rick Rubin's number.

Serbia give 12 to Macedonia.

Germany are forced to give 12 votes to everyone under the bailout rules. But really 12 to Sweden.

We're nearly through this. The News has been pushed back to 11.15, and might just make that second appointment.

Russia appears to be wearing a dress that would allow her to re-enter the atmosphere. 12 goes to Sweden.

11.11
Hungary says "lets see what we can do if we follow the sound of our hearts", which turns out to be giving 12 points to Sweden.

Israel, represented by Alan Cumming's uncle, appears to have popped out of a wedding for their scoring. 12 to Sweden takes them over 350.

Last bunch of results from Ireland. A grudging four for Engelbert and 12 to Sweden.

So, Loreen wins.

11.15
So, what have we learned?

First, it makes for a bloody long night if you accidentally start blogging the Voice as well.

Second, sending a great man into the contest with a weak song isn't an easy route to victory.

Third, could somebody please now take Jedward off the television, for they have delighted us enough.

Fourth, tweaking your own nipples during your song really helps boost your score.

Fifth, baking live on stage is appreciated, but not as much as tweaking nipples.

Sixth: it helps if your entry has been a hit across Europe by the time it comes to the contest.

1974 and 1992 - years when Sweden won Eurovision - were also UK General Election years. Any chance of a General Election this year?

— Stuart Vallantine (@Atlantean7001) May 26, 2012

11.20
That's it for another year - thanks if you've read some or all of this...

Embed and breakfast man: Tina Barrett

How long is it since S Club 7 split?

A rhetorical question, it's nine years since the band rolled up, with Tina Barrett expressing a wish that she'd like to continue with music. (Or, given that she'd been in S Club, perhaps start with music.)

Now, just nine short years later, Tina's released her first solo single:

You might wonder if the moment has passed a little, although given the amount of post-production slopped over the her vocals, you could perhaps ask if it counts as a song by her at all.

It's not Tina's first musical adventure since S Club, of course. Who could forget her 2004 work as one of the Girls Of FHM on the ill-advised Rod Stewart cover? Admittedly, they didn't give her lead vocals but she did get nearly as much time in the video as Maria off Corrie and some women who had won some sort of demeaning competition.

Perhaps she should see if Maria off Corrie wants to join in for the (admittedly unlikely) follow-up single?

[via Clickmusic]

Happy Birthday, Golden Gate

The Golden Gate bridge is 75 years old tomorrow (it opened to the public on May 27th, 1937). It went on to inspire, of course, one of the greatest pop songs of this or any age:

[Buy: The Woods]

Gordon in the morning: Will Ferrell's rather good joke

I'm not the biggest Will Ferrell fan in the world - to be frank, I'd have to have a very full bladder and a window in my diary before saving him from fire. But this did make me do a snort-laugh, as he talked about playing in Soccer Aid:

He said: “If we win I’ll be celebrating by going out in Manchester. I know obviously it’s where The Beatles came from. And Marmalade.”

Takedown demands suggests RIAA isn't particularly concerned with detail

TorrentFreak has been wading through some of the requests that copyright holders have made for Google to delist content under the DCMA.

It suggests that perhaps most of the copyright firms have employed a Hulk like "Smash! Smash!" approach to their work:

[T]he RIAA asked Google to delist a review of the album Own The Night published on The Guardian. The artist behind the album is Lady Antebellum, signed to RIAA-member Capitol Records.

Even more worrying, the RIAA asked Google to delist Last.fm’s entire Electro Pop section because they thought it carried a pirate copy of All About Tonight by Pixie Lott.

Warner also reappeared later on, asking Google to delist a page on news site NME which lists information on the latest movies, which at the time included information on the movie Hall Pass. The same page on NME was targeted on several other occasions, including by anti-piracy company DtecNet on behalf of Lionsgate, who had info on The Hunger Games delisted.

Maybe it's unfair to charcterise the RIAA as simply throwing their weight around like a confused bear suddenly trapped in a camper van. Perhaps they really did fear that the Guardian review might have contained enough information to effectively allow people to know what the record sounded like by imagining it.

Or perhaps they're a business who won't and can't adapt to the 21st century.

Beth Ditto: Above Evans

Beth Ditto, out of the anecdote about eating squirrels, dreams of her own fashion range.

Hang about: hasn't she already done a fashion range? For Evans?

Apparently that doesn't count:

''I wish that there was more control in that line, but there wasn't. It was really fun, but the things that I really wanted couldn't be turned around in time. It was made in India, which caused a lot of conflict for me. I really want to do my own line that's ethically made, and I can do whatever the f**k I want with it."

A lot of conflict, eh? It didn't sound like that at the time. Indeed, she actually did two collections, which suggests something managed to ease all that confliction. In fact, she sounded positively giddy:

Working with Evans the first time round was a dream come true and this time the experience was even better than before. Getting a feel for what people liked and didn’t like and working with the same wonderful team, I learned some new tricks and discovered a confidence in my instincts that carried over into this collection.
[..]
I am grateful to have the chance to design for you again.

Although, clearly, that gratitude was tempered by the turmoil in her heart.

Westwood goes west

Tim Westwood has been asked to move from drivetime on 1Xtra to a Sunday night slot.

I say "asked". He's been told.

He's not entirely happy about it, reckons The Guardian, decoding his tweets:

The 54-year-old informed his 262,000 Twitter followers on Twitter that the station had "sacked" him.

"I've been sacked from 1Xtra Mon-Fri 4-7pm from sept #Westwoodyourfired," he tweeted on Thursday. "It's official I've lost my afternoon voice due to schedule changes I will not be presentin 1Xtra Mon-Fri 4-7pm from Sept".

Is going on Twitter and making a fuss really that different from DLT's "changes I disagree with" flounce?

Mending Bridges

So, earlier this morning I posted a link to Vulture's story about finding the Bridge from Under The Bridge, and a tweet which suggested that Kiedis had actually been interviewed on the bridge, on camera, back in the early 90s.

I was pretty certain I'd seen that, too, but... old age. Memory plays tricks. Here's the clip:


So, it turns out he spoke about, not upon the bridge, which does make Vulture's discovery a genuine discovery. Apologies to them for having downgraded their discovery to a rediscovery.

Polkaobit: Eddie Blazonczyk

Eddie Blazonczyk, who turned from rock to polka, has died.

Blazonczyk had been a slightly-noveltyesque rock act, Eddie Bell, in the 1960s:

His love of Polish culture won out, though - perhaps wisely - and although he kept a rock tinge to his work under his given name, it was as a polka bandleader he found success.

He won a Grammy in 1986, in the now-defunct Polka category.

Eddie Blazonczyk was 70; he died in Illinois from multiple organ failure.

Chris Jericho knows his history

Chris Jericho out of Fozzy knows that music owes a debt to the past.

Only the recent past, of course:

Chris Jericho thinks all modern music is influenced by The Beatles.
[...]
The pro-wrestler-turned-musician exclusively told BANG Showbiz: ''All the best bands hark back to the Beatles, that goes for Black Sabbath to even bands like Iron Maiden or Metallica. They might not be completely Beatles fanatics but the bands that they're in were influenced by the Beatles. It's all about the melody and the harmonies, the hook within the song.''

It's a fact. The Beatles invented all music in Woolton in 1957. There was nothing before, and no other possible source of inspiration.