… and now for something completely different.

14 05 2013


First up, serious conflict of interest declaration here. Phoebe Dubar is my sister. So take what follows as you will…

Phoebe is the singer and writer for a new musical project, Passerine. She’s just released a track, Ready to Begin, produced by Ryan Ritchie (Paris Wells, Kimbra).

OK – yes – I’m usually all about art when I’m here. But music is a big thing with me. And this song is completely brilliant. Dubby, jazzy and a whole lotta disco, as Phoebe puts it.

Head over … here… to hear it, download it for free, and most of all share it. Because it’s all about the sharing, isn’t it?

Thank you for your patience (though you’ll be thanking me for introducing you to Passerine – I promise).

We’ll resume normal programming now.


Ai Ai Ai. Oh, Elton.

11 12 2012

ImageSometimes it feels like the entire world has slipped down Alice’s rabbit hole.

How is it that the Chinese authorities have no problem admitting an openly gay man into China to perform, but have their collective nose put seriously out of joint when he dedicates his concert in Beijing to artist Ai Weiwei?

The Global Times blasted Elton John for “forcibly” adding “political content to the concert, which should have been nothing more than an entertaining performance”. Western performers should take heed.

And this isn’t the first time those troublesome artist-types have crossed the line. Not since she graced the red carpet at the Oscars looking as if she’d slipped and fallen into a passing swan has Bjork made such a splash as when she saw fit to cry “Tibet! Tibet!” at the end of her song, Declare Independence during a performance in Shanghai.

Dance for your peanuts, monkey, dance. Heaven forbid an artist should do anything other than entertain the masses. Opinions? Leave those to the grown-ups.**

Oh. Why sunflower seeds? See Ai Weiwei’s extraordinary installation at Tate Modern last year.

**Disclaimer: This post should not be taken as a vote of confidence in Elton John’s body of work. His music gives me a rash. Speaking of ‘forcibly’, that’s what would be required to get me to endure one of Rocketman’s performances. Ah, Nikita? I think not.