Last week I made the mistake of writing one of those Open Letters you hear about. I wrote it in response to a request from Garbage's management company that they'd like my permission to use a photo that I took and I own in a book they intend to publish and sell for money. But they'd like to not pay me. Since it went out on the internet it's caused a huge debate...
Now then... What's happening? Out or nowt? Probably nowt eh? So I get to Korea... South Korea to be precise... Seoul in fact to be exact. I do f**king LOVE that place and here are a few reasons why:
As I looked around the room it was completely out of balance. Where were all the women? So I courageously walked up to the front and asked the accommodating panel why they thought that was and how collectively we can change that within the music industry.
Just as we were thinking about launching a magazine independently, financed by maxed out credit cards and money found down the back of the sofa, it seemed that suddenly we could slug it out with the big boys and girls on an almost even playing ground. We would be able to get to our niche audience via the magic of the internet.
Already I'm excited to visit the place where trained parrots sing Beatles songs, The Robot Restaurant, and the bar where tiny monkeys bring you edamame beans (I have been assured that the monkeys are very well treated and only work for two hours a day).
The email says that you really like some of the photos I took of you and would like to use them in your book. It also says that in return for the use of my photos you will give me a "proper credit" but that given it is planned to be a self release the budget is "financially limited", by which your management company mean "we're not going to pay you".
What blew me away was her PRESENCE. It's easy for many acts to be great on tracks, but crap live. Nicki smashed it at levels above and beyond I was truly expecting. She hardly ever mimed, she danced her heart out, spoke to us and her presence was immense!
I suspect Bear & The Woods often get compared to Mumford & Sons or other folk tinged bands and I can see why. It's an easy (and boring) comparison to make and one that I think is particularly lazy. While the two bands may share the same love of melody, that's where any comparison should end.
Mollah's ideas tie in to a growing complaint from the student movement at the moment - that their education is stuffed to bursting point with white, dead men. Recently, the University of the Arts London addressed this very issue, branding their courses 'stale, pale and male.'
Is not fame the giving and taking away of faces? Celebrities are defaced and labelled by the media and the public on a daily basis: we've all criticised at least one celebrity for their actions and choices.
Caitlin Moran's article came out and it struck a chord. And then I got my guitar and struck a few more. I realised that because of the day to day work I do on Save Soho, I hadn't actually made any music for months. But out it came. Like a storm that had been brewing in the back of my mind for months.
Music is a great distraction for stress and helps with productivity in the work place. Here are five head nodding songs I believe will make your working week fly by, or at least, more bearable.
He's sold over 50million records and counting and transcends geographical boundaries and age barriers. He is the Michael Jordan of R&B. But don't take my word for it. Check out the facts...
Anyone who remembers Gary Numan from his heyday will picture a cold, distant robot like character who sung of alienation and a dark future. While the songs of alienation are still key to his art, the man himself now takes on the persona of a preacher spreading the word to the converted.
Since their earliest days as one of the progenitors of the Doom/Death Metal subgenre, Liverpool's Anathema has never stuck too closely to the script.
My relationship with Eurovision has always been ambivalent. There were so many bad memories as well as good ones associated with it... Particularly as the BBC of the time presented their cold face of moral rectitude in censuring me for being named in the divorce case of someone I believed I was engaged to and who turned out to already have a wife. Rolf Harris, his manager, his director and the BBC conspired to have me removed from his TV show in which I was presenting the six Eurovision songs to the viewers. They did not want me to harm his reputation as a family entertainer...