Rarely do I complain about a review, but the most recent Songlines has just made such an egregiously incorrect assessment of Who is William Onyeabor? that I need to consider my trust of the magazine, notorious for never trashing anything, regardless of how crap I consider some folk music from the end of the earth. In the most remote chance and anyone saw this review, I must protest!!!
This is one of the best things I found recently and Songlines gave it one!!! star. Nothing in that fan mag gets one star, ever! The review says "it is at times laughably awful -- sufficiently pedestrian and repetitive to suggest that it may all be a joke", "the song gets progressively worse and all vocals and lyrics are clumsy" and ""Atomic Bomb" sounds like the worst sort of 70s porn film soundtrack".
Let's compare that to emusic, ranking it in top 100 albums of the year..."he blends nuclear warfare with orgasmic megatonnage in the irrepressible “Atomic Bomb", "dazzling distillation of this mystery man’s work". Or the Guardian review: "fantastic and largely unknown".
This is a post for me -- The 10 Most Annoying Concert Behaviors. Thank you. Let's be honest, I take pictures, but my pictures are good! And sometimes Robyn is dancing on her own just a bit too fast for my low-speed shot. I got to take more than one or two pictures of her. She's just that good!
Let's be clear and ask ourselves -- Did I annoy someone to take this shot of Femi Kuti?
Yes, I did, and I am very sorry. But doesn't my pleasure in viewing this picture on a regular basis -- remembering my elation! -- outweigh the slight irritation of the person behind me? Just "go with the flow and just relax". We're all in that concert together and I was just a bit too excited, you see!
And I don't go to hear Morrissey!
I go to take his picture and to scream my lungs out over him. I have to show myself that I have as much angst with the world as he did growing up in Manchester. I want to be Morrissey, not listen to him sing! I dare say I would rather hear the off-key guy (and they are all guys except for my wife) singing over Morrissey next to me rather than the artist himself. It's part of the show!
And I do like a vido clip of my favorite song when I hear it. Usually that clip has my better half screaming the lyrics in my ear, which doesn't go on youtube for anyone's pleasure, but it makes me happy. Call me sentimental, but it's want I like from a good show. My Lovebox 2008 series of the Flaming Lips will go down in history, or at least it will do down in my history. Sorry to all those who got frustrated seeing my camera. Your sacrifice has given me great joy.
The over-40 quips are a bit harsh. Just cause we are in our late early 40s doesn't automatically mean we stand up less. You have to be 45 to really be old and grumpy.