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This Case Is Closed: The Enduring Enigma of Tom Verlaine

One of the great punk records is Marquee Moon by Television. Of course, that's a contradiction. There's nothing punk about Television really, except that they appear at the right time, in the right place, and Richard Hell is briefly in the band, and he has some claim to be the inventor of the punk look, with the spiky hair and the safety pins. But there is only one TV in Television, and Hell is gone long before Marquee Moon appears. Marquee Moon doesn’t need a category. It’s a record of jagged imagery in which the voice is a nagging shadow and the guitars - of Verlaine and Richard Lloyd - do the talking. Patti Smith compares Verlaine’s guitar to a thousand bluebirds. What they are talking about, I still can’t fathom. Marquee Moon is a timeless mystery. I talk to Tom Verlaine on the phone. This is probably better than talking to him in person. On a transatlantic phone line there is an excuse for the delays and the hesitations and the awkward silences. We are talking a full

An Interview with George Melly, jazz singer, Surrealist, zoot suit enthusiast

THE SPITZFINDIGKEIT OF HOWARD JACOBSON: AN AUTHOR IN A MELANCHOLY RAGE

Succession's Brian Cox on playing Logan Roy: "Hitler was a human being, Mussolini was a human being. Donald Trump, apparently, is a human being."

Remember How The Darkness Doubled? Chris Forsyth's Solar Motel Is Like A Brilliant Sequel To Marquee Moon

Sandpaper, Factory Records, Joy Division And The Noises In Vini Reilly's Head: The Beautiful Messing Of The Durutti Column

Chance Martin's In Search: A Lost Missive From The Other Side Of Nashville

Forget C86, The Pastels' Slow Summits Is Like The Soundtrack To A Haruki Murakami Film Starring James Garner

Ed Bankston's Red Rippers: Viet-Boogie Recollections Of A Hell-For-Leather Military Man

Chris Boot: Magnum, photojournalism, and the flawed reality of great photography

George Best: El Beatle on Drinking, Shagging, Gambling, and the Perils of Living One Day At A Time