As he was a lifelong member of the Noise Abatement Society, I’m quite sure that Ivor Cutler, of all people, will rest in peace.

As one of the many often left spellbound by the appearence of his quiet, thoughtful and absurd stories and songs alongside the clatter and boom of John Peel’s show over the years, I must gently whisper, “Thank you, Mr.Cutler”.

I’ll leave you with this thought.
No, I won’t.
It would not be fair.

Ivor Cutler – “No, I Won’t”

Here’s a couple of recent articles that are too excellent to avoid a quick mention. I don’t like to use this blog just to recycle links usually (check out the links section of the website to see a range of blogs and sites that may arouse you, if you’re so inclined), but these are really great reads.

First up is Kevin Kelly’s excellent summation of the web so far in Wired, “We Are The Web” – once past the clunky title (which can’t help but bring to mind a cacophonous chorus of charidee-minded bloggers turned pop stars), there’s a wonderful summation of the web wide world so far that charts it’s history and shows how most regular people came to end up wrapped and enraptured in it.

Second up (via BoingBoing) is Scott Kleper’s (good name!) “Introduction to Copyfighting” , a brief but informative introduction to the current online war of intellectual property rights. If you’ve ever wondered about the legal side of what we do, and what a lot of other similar types are doing (and, indeed, have already done), this is a great primer.

And they do… they really do. Only seems a few days since the below post, but time just keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’…

So another meta-post. Is that the right word? Whatever.

First off, as usual, with the apologies – website and email has been down for the past week and a half due to an ISP collapse – indirect apologies for that – the silver lining there was that it seems to have killed off the virus attack that had been swamping the Kleptones inbox for the couple of weeks prior to that – the ol’ spam filters have been working overtime, but the upshot of all that is:

If you sent any email to us in the past three weeks, mailing list, chat, whatever – please resend it!!!

(And also, on a humbler note, if you sent us a concerned email following the horrific events of 07/07, as I know at least a few did – double apologies for the lack of a reply – due to the above we didn’t get them, but we’re all (thank fuck) fine, if a little shaken-up – just like the rest of the country.)

So, next up, fun things from the past weeks – the Webbys were quite phenomenal, as you may have gathered. It still chimes strangely that we’ve been awarded this accolade (and it looks like we’re not the only ones), but the amount of warmth and good company that surrounded the ceremony was quite touching and made me feel very much at home – so many excellent people from different areas of society, all hell bent on caning this ‘net thing for all its worth and succeeding. Big grins and toasts all round.

I don’t like doing big thanks lists here, ‘cos they get long and tedious and most unlike a webby speech, (“Kick out the jams, motherfuckers”, since you ask), but lots of appreciation and gratitude to the Webby & IADAS peoples, especially David-Michel, Tiffany and “posse” (and sorry about the karaoke, guys) ; Adam Kahan, Bob “Wes” Westerfield, and crew, for tireless production support and general hard sweat on the day helping sort our video, Leslie from CafePress, who took my drunken criticism and batted it right back at me, hard (and yes, I know I owe you lunch ;) ; The very honourable Joel Veitch from Rather Good, Jerry & Shelli from Yellowstone Park for being so damn gorgeous and friendly, Stewart from Flickr for being the only person to spot my CC referencing T-shirt; and finally Ian Hardy from the BBC, whose brief interview with me caused my phone to fill up with surprised messages as it was broadcast across the nation. Damn, now everyone knows what I look and sound like. Oh well.

The rest of the time in New York was equally spot on – thanks to Justin for quickly slipping me in for a DJ set the day after the awards at Nublu – quite a mellow set by my standards, but the hangover from the previous night, plus that day’s intense scorch and humidity left me in a, shall we say, gentler state of mind than usual. Top night though. And one last thanks to the rampaging creative insanity of the Levy family, masterminds behind the “1 more time for the 9” subway party that left me slack-jawed and drunk with the intensity of a spontaneously generated NY gathering. (Thanks to Brianvan for the pictures – why not play “Where’s Eric?” – I can spot three appearences in the set, hehe…)

Back on planet Brighton, there was barely enough time to catch breath before heading off to Glastonbury – intending to give a bit of mobile blogging as we moved through the Glastosphere, but, as any battle hardened glasto-fule kno, the best laid plans get forcibly removed from your brain at the gate, and are replaced with a mixture of cotton-candy and mud. Also the sludge seriously impacted on my ability to search out the free wireless hotspots and by then a cloud of alcohol-induced dunkirk spirit had enveloped me. Ah well, so it goes. Alan and Charlie at the London News Review did a pretty good job of documenting it anyway…

A crazy one, indeed. But fun, always fun. Even when this led to this, this, this and this, there’s still time for this.

Anf finally lastly, the other Friday saw the launch of the new All Time Top 100 clubnight in Brighton, which yours truly will be spinning (well, laptopping ;) at a couple of times each month (check the turntable experience page for info) – a splendind time as usual and boding well for the future, indeed.

So there we are. New York, Glastonbury, ATT100 growing and an ISP crash. For me, quite an interesting month, but now looking forward to kicking about the homestead for a little while. How about you?

Well, first and foremost, it looks like the torrent server has fallen over, and unfortunately, I’m out of town and the only one with the technological knowhow to kick things into touch. Having said that, I’m tring to get a message through to someone else with kicking instructions, but we’ll see what happens.

So if you’re tring to use the torrents – my humblest apologies – normal service will be resumed in a few days.

Secondly, it looks like some of the background graphics aren’t coming up on the site, giving it rather a bare appearence. The site files look fine, but again, someone’s taking an educated peek to sort it.

Why does all this always happen whenever I go away?

“Gone away?”, you ask? “Where has he gone?”

Well, I’m in New York, as some of you may be aware, to collect our wunnerful Webby award. We ‘ve kept it pretty quiet on the site, humble non-own-trumpet-blowing types that we are, but we’ve been bopped on the head by too many of our friends, all of them saying “You won an award, you dumbasses, tell people about it!”

So here you go. The wonderful International Academy of Digital Arts and Sciences have deigned to give us the award of “Artist Of The Year”, for our contributions to the swinging beat of the internet drum.

Yay. And more Yay.

(Pauses to open bottle of champagne. No really, I honestly am. Me? In a New York hotel room with a bottle of premier champagne? With my reputation? What were they thinking?)

One pop, fizz, glug, swig, belch later…

Anyway, the ceremony for the awards is tomorrow night, at the rather fancy Gotham Hall, so we’ve broken our audiovisual duck and, with the nimble digital-fingered help of the wonderful Nhungsta, put together a little video to show.

Should be interesting to see how it all goes. I am, naturally, rather nervous about the whole thing, being sole ‘tones representative and all, so I’ve taken a couple of extra days to get into the New Yorkiness of it all before the insanity sets in.

And happily succeeded, due to the rather splendid nature of this fine city. Grabbing a last minute ticket to go see the Philip Glass Ensemble do a live score to “Powqqatsi” last night was a serious treat, especially as I’d never seen them before, and I love wor Phil. (The prelude to his opera “Akhnaten” is one of my all-time favourite pieces of music – highly recommended).

Was very interesting to see a more electronic side to Glass’s work being performed live, too, as the score features quite a bit of sampled percussion loops and vocals. Cueing these accurately proved very tricky for the ensemble to integrate into their live playing, overwhelmingly so for the two percussionists, who seemed to lose the groove quite badly at one point when a sampled loop came in, doing a good impression of someone having a really hard time learning how to beat-mix. They picked it back up well though – overall an incredible performance.

From there downtown to Misshapes, for the afterparty to the Killers / Louis XIV show in Central Park, which was a swell do, plenty of beer, beats and pogoing. Good to see a fine dose of 80s poptasms being blended in with the electroclashes and new no-waveisms. Cyndi Lauper’s “She Bop” has never sounded so good. What do you mean “It never did sound any good?”… get yourself into the remedial “Quality 80s cheese and how to appreciate it” class, immediately…

Suffice to say now , I’m now feeling a little tender-headed, but find myself having been suitably formatted into a New York State Of Mind. Hurrah.

Right, I’m now going to and see which of the million open wireless networks here will let me in to post this up. There are so many hotspots here now that it’s a wonder you can’t actually feel the air being weighed down with the transmissions.

But in the meantime, once again, thanks to everyone for the feedback, blogging, words of support etc… We’re chuffed well beyond chuff level 100. Couldn’t have done it without all of you. New stuff is on its way soon, rest assured.

sip, belch, repeat to coda.

…well, apparently not. In one of those moments that makes it seem like your whole world has just gone and eaten itself (and ended up looking a bit like a haggis), news reaches us that The Flaming Lips have just completed recording a cover of “Bohemian Rhapsody” for a future Queen tribute compilation album.

No, I am not making this up.

If any of you weren’t on our Xmas card mailing list, you will have missed our little tribute to the wonder that is “Bo Rhap”, so in honour of this excellent, if somewhat disturbing news, I’ve stuck it up again here.

Personally, I’m just a teeny weeny bit miffed that we never got asked to get involved… I wonder why? I mean, they must have got the idea from somewhere…

;)

I must extend exceedingly warm thanks and praise to the good folks of The Birthday Party in Manchester, who did an splendid job in putting on one of the most excellent parties I’ve had the pleasure to play at in some time this Saturday.

From the delight of seeing Tony Wilson scowling over a pair of CD decks (apparently for the first time ever!) whilst delivering a set that ranged from Patti Smith and “Venus In Furs” to some decidely evil sounding electro tinged hip-hop, to the gallic-erotic delights of The Lovers and the hardest working Samba/Funk crowd-surprise you’ll ever see in your life (alright, Johnny!), I spent the hours before my own bout of laptop scowling constantly scooping my jaw off the ground at the wide ranging intensity of it all, lapped up by a splendid, more than up-for it sold-out crowd.

Oh, and they seemed to like my contribution a bit too. Which was nice.

Been quietish for the last couple, for which I must apologise – there’s been an influx of new tech chez Klep, and as most of you will know, new tech means soldering, scowling, googling, scowling some more, regediting, rebooting, rtfm-ing and so on. Still, about 75% of things are working as intended, and other things are in process, which is a pretty good strike rate for now.

So after a couple of weeks of the above, it made me smile to see that we’ve been getting a raft of hits from this article on the Modgods site.

Podshanking? Well, we’re honoured to be the trigger to inspire a new hack even if it looks more like good old tape-to-tape to me. Still, quotes like this:

“I’m sick to death of our devices fighting us. I bought this iPod to carry music, not enforce an Apple-branded morality to replace my own internal compass. We all know how our devices should work, but in this tumultuous age we do not yet have casual, home manufacturing and so Sony and Apple and TiVo will continue to break our hearts while we must lick their boots.”

…always warm my heart, are the reason why I won’t buy, say, an iPod. I adore the concept of the Airport Express, but I don’t want to be restricted to iTunes – hell, forget other mp3 players, I might even want to use it to stream music that I’m actually working on, from Ableton or Acid or whatever to another room, but no can do. (And yes, before you mail in, There are other options… I know about things like the Squeezebox – I’m waiting on the reviews of the v2 of that before I decide).

The technology is there, it’s in the little box you’ve bought, which is more than capable of delivering, but you can’t use it – they broke it’s legs on the journey between the design board and the factory.

Like I said above, new tech always means new issues, and invariably it means finding out how to make what you’ve bought do the bulk of the things you really bought them to try to do – i.e. Getting online and finding the hacks. Just looking around here… Router? hacked firmware for better quality wireless. Soundcard? discontinued driver so running a hacked one. DVD player? Hacked to play VCDs and SVCDs etc… etc…

It’s one thing hacking to get something to work in a way it was never supposed to do in the first place, but with a whole generation of people being forced to hack to remove ridiculously restricting shackles or, in most cases, to get something to do what it was supposed to do in the first place, but can’t because of a format or location issue, it really makes you wonder where things are heading…

So where’s the communication? Ed Costello, once he’s given us a namecheck (grazi!), points to a well-timed article in the Economist discussing “The rise of the creative consumer”.

It’s as typical an article as you would expect, half futuristic optimism, half “Hey, guys, look, you can get your users to do the R&D and all the re-coding for nothing”, but nowhere does it actually come clean and say the obvious – that a fair and growing proportion of this hack and mod work is being done out of bare necessity. I doubt the future of such innovation will be as harmonious as the Economist imagines it, given the growing millions of examples that are staring us in the face…

Interesting piece from Andrew O’Hagen in the telegraph.

“Sometimes winning is just another name for conforming to a glaring expectation. Losing is a virtue too little regarded as a motor of artistic invention.”

A fine point, at least in music, as in one respect, generations of country balladeers, blueswailers and torch singers will testify. In another respect, see the multitude of bands who “used to be known as” – the latest English example being the Kaiser Chiefs, who had their previous (“Parva”) incarnation’s hopes cruelly flushed down the pan when their label went kaput just after they’d recorded their debut album. However, they’ve managed to turn their depressions and furies around and are now having the last laugh. “I Predict A Riot”, indeed.

“How un-American, I know, but there’s something to be said… for looking in the eye of a rival and knowing you are lost. Art can begin there too. “No matter,” wrote Samuel Beckett. “Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

Amen to that.

It’s always good when a skim of blogs and newspaper sites reveal a common topic, and today has been a bumper harvest, so here’s a few links to some rather interesting points of view:

First up there’s this article in the Guardian by composer John Woolrich about ignoring musical categories. One sentence sticks out beautifully:

“Many people are hungry for anything that sounds a bit different, uses sound in a new way and sets itself apart from the naked consumerism of commercial pop.”

Common sense to some, maybe, but it’s always good to see it written about with such enthusiasm, especially from one who probably has very little interest in the week-to-week changes of fashion and taste that usually blight newspaper music journalism.

Onto the permanently outspoken Victor Stone at Virtual Turntable, who, not content with having just completed an excellent five part series debunking many myths and giving many splendid pointers about music composition, now picks up the ongoing discussion about the pros and cons of signing the “big record deal”, initially in response to an article on Brad Sucks, which itself was a comment on an Ask Metafilter thread, and then carries it back to his own site, the better to state his case.

(If you’re digging through this and are interested, or have never read them, don’t fail to check out Steve Albini’s “The Problem With Music” and both of Courtney Love’s speeches (one, two) that are referenced within the above links – although now both a few years old, these articles eloquently target the perpetual problems that still exist in the ol’ Music Biz – Eye-peeling reading for the uninitiated, indeed).

And finally move on to the February 3rd entry in David Byrne’s always interesting diary (there’s no date direct link – move to a proper blog format, David, please ;), wherein he ruminates about the current stateside success of The Arcade Fire, wonders how they’ll do in their soon-come major label ping-pong game, and ends up relating a discussion with his young daughter about the idea behind “intelllectual property”.

Phew. For one day’s skimming, that’s a mighty potent, and highly inspiring bunch of opinions and attitudes.

No further comment from me needed, I think.

(aka “Get your hands offa my ass”)

This cracks me up. I expect a mass riot any day now Stateside as East and West coasts start battling over the phrase “All the ladies in the house go…”

PS Thanks to all for feedback on the XFM Show. We’ve been slack on getting the new hosting sorted, but as people seem to be wanting it, I might just stick the whole thing up as a torrent for now anyway – watch this space.

(addendum)

Now, bizarrely, (maybe, maybe not) I have a Google DeskBar, which I love (much more than the clunky toolbar), but having that handy little slot in your system tray means that I’ve developed a major tendency to cut and paste phrases into it just to see what pops up.

(Yeah, I know, you’re thinking, “So he hasn’t sorted out their hosting, but he’ll sit there all night sticking random phrases into Google? Priorities, my man, priorities…”)

Anyway, was impressed to find that sticking “Whose ass is it anyway?” into my googleslot brings up this delightfully wordy article from four years back, wherein a rather deluded advertising guy bemoans the downhill spiral of quality in his industry, in a world where:

“popular culture has become a vague miasma of insincerity constructed from a sarcastic vibe”

Are you going to tell him, or shall I?