To jump to the conclusion that it's all down to market forces - that young people just don't want to go to clubs anymore - is ill-informed and misleading. Legendary London venues such as Turnmills, The Cross, Cable, The End and more all closed due to the effects of gentrification and the siren call of property developers - not lack of demand.
Even I was taken aback by Eminem's verse where he says the following little beauty; "Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none/I even make the bitches I rape cum." Yep. A grown man in 2015 said these words.
It may be a cliche, but I believe the best things in life ARE free and are about experiences, not shoes, cars or contouring make up. In this world, unfortunately, we are rarely reminded of how much goodness there is around us just for the taking - the balance is completely skewed.
Though the nature of gigs themselves may encourage freedom in behaviour and nature - all together in one big, euphoric, often dark setting, crammed in tight and sweaty - it does not make it acceptable to grope, grab or act in any other threatening way towards a woman without her consent.
A combination of legal, licensing, costs and trading issues has resulted in the outcome that running a grassroots music venue in the UK is economically non-viable. We need to make it viable or we will lose it.
Dempagumi are an interesting bunch. Formed in 2008 after all suffering bullying at school, they sought solace in video games, comics and cosplay and were apparently so shy that when they first formed wouldn't even talk to each other...
Last night, in the trendy Drink, Shop, Do cafe in central London with Annie Lennox and women from the music industry, I found myself thinking that the activism I've been involved with for twenty years has too often been missing a key ingredient: fun...
I've known Clifford Joseph Price, aka Goldie, since the eighties, when one of my best friends used to date him. It was around the time that he was selling gold teeth in the UK and USA, and generally hustling hard.
Vic Godard was the frontman for the Subway Sect... Their music was worlds apart from the 'Chuck Berry chords' of the Pistols or the rock star swaggering of The Clash and they were soon to be the influence to many famous bands we know and love today: the Jesus and Mary Chain, Belle and Sebastian, Orange Juice & Edwyn Collins, The Pop Group; even Pete Doherty, I believe, is a fan.
Things are bad and they're not going to get any better. That's generally how you feel at fifteen. That was the year my mum moved a strange man into ...
The new legislation can be effective, but it needs to be coupled with improved relations and co-operation between industry and streaming companies. This - I believe - may be the key to stamping out online piracy once and for all.
Never before has it been as easy or as cheap as it is to access music than it is today. Nevertheless, in a strange parallel to music becoming easier to source, vinyl sales are on the increase, with the first three months of 2015 seeing a 53% increase in sales from the first three months of 2014.
The crowd was amazing! And very patient after we had a few technical hitches at the beginning. I was overwhelmed with the amount of people who had turned out to watch the set! Playing a festival in a park that I spend a lot of time in anyway, to loads of lovely people in the sunshine! What more can you ask for?!
The fame of Minaj and co of course raised the exchange above the average online spat. But as the case of Corbyn shows, a man who only a month ago was little known outside of North London Marxist reading groups, there are other factors at play.
It's difficult to imagine this happening with men, (despite Bruno Mars' lame tweets to Ed Sheeran) because misandry doesn't surreptitiously pervade every corner of our culture. However, if it did, it would be appropriately discussed and not given the narrative of a 'cat-fight'. Hey, magazines, stop it.
Live concert footage runs on loop, music blaring out across rooms filled with some of the band's jackets, vintage concert fly posters and an impressive display of the band's guitars (a particularly touching one being Paul's fireglow Rickenbacker 330 with 'I Am Nobody' scratched into it).