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Trailer di Joy Division, documentario sull’omonima band, contenente spezzoni di esibizioni, interviste ai 3 superstiti membri della band, ad Hannik Honoré, a Tony Wilson e ad Anton Corbijin. E a proposito di Corbijin, ovviamente leviamoci dalla testa di vedere questo documentario super indie inglese (scritto dal leggendario rock writer Jon Savage), considerando il fatto che nemmeno Control ce l’ha fatta ad attraversare la dogana italiana.

p.s. Per chi di voi non l’avesse ancora visto, io una copia di Control ce l’ho. 

  www.joydivisionmovie.co.uk

Uh
E tagliarmi i capelli in questo modo. 

Uh

E tagliarmi i capelli in questo modo. 

Adorabile!
Voglio vestirmi così questa settimana. 

Adorabile!

Voglio vestirmi così questa settimana. 

Off we gallop… (via the jimmyjames)
Off we gallop… (via the jimmyjames)
Foto di Iru V.
Consiglio vivamente un giro nella sua gallery. 

Foto di Iru V.

Consiglio vivamente un giro nella sua gallery. 

As rock writers go, Bangs and Crowe could not have been more different. Crowe, despite his considerable talents, was essentially a fanboy: a “friend of the stars” who rarely upset the applecart by expressing a controversial opinion. He had the kind of presence which relaxed his subjects, made them feel protective towards him, encouraged them to open up. This is a considerable asset for an interviewer, make no mistake, and it paid off, big time. Lester, on the other hand, was essentially a critic, ranter and raconteur: a grimy prophet howling in the wilderness. His celebrated interviews with Lou Reed were knockabout classics of the genre — someone, incidentally, should adapt the transcripts of those interviews into a screenplay entitled Lester & Lou before anybody here gets significantly older — but his scabrous attacks on the second-rate (especially the expensively-hyped second-rate) and passionate hymns to the transcendent power of loud, filthy noise forever barred him from the first-class lounge where publishers, performers, record companies and journalists smoothly network and conspire against the public interest. The world needs a lot more Lesters — it’s a dirty job but somebody’s got to do it — though comparatively few are prepared to pay the price. Lester paid it, in full, dying in 1982 at the age of 33. He died a stupid death after living a stupid life, but leaving behind him a body of work that virtually defines its genre. Cameron Crowe, on the other hand, will be remembered primarily for his movies. Though possibly not this one.

Almost Famous: 1973 and all that.

scritto da Charles Shaar Murray (2000). 

I FEEL UNEASY, confronting Landau. If a rock critic is a parasite, what is the critic of a rock critic?
Simon Frith
Jon Landau: It’s Too Late To Stop Now.