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It's Spring, hurrah! So I open the curtains, drink in the sunlight - and a bloody great V for Vendetta ad sails past and gives me the fear. Hmmm. Similarly puzzling, given today's supposed to be the day the darkness passes, is that it's apparently Self-Harm Awareness Day. Are we all aware of self-harm? Good - onwards.
Nambucca may have its faults, especially under the new regime - like taking an age to get served, starting to charge admission for lots of events, and closing nights 15 minutes early for no apparent reason - but it's still great to have a night like Smash Hits 7 within walking distance. I am reminded that with "I care enough to know that I can never love you ba doom ba da DUMP!" ABC probably came up with the single greatest moment in the history of popular music, and wish that I was in the Union of the Snake rather than the NUJ. And while I normally get annoyed at seeing music videos without sound, especially if other music's playing, some of the juxtapositions here are more like Morleyesque alternate histories of pop - Ian Curtis looks surprisingly appropriate singing 'Lay All Your Love On Me'.
The office copy of Music Week informs me that there's talk of extending the UK's copyright term from 50 years, perhaps to something more like America's 90. Obviously this is a purely principled and abstract campaign, and nothing at all to do with us being close to the point when lots of sixties pop would start coming into the public domain - just as the US decision had nothing at all to do with Mickey Mouse being about to go free.
Keeping it cheerful and Springy, though, I found this article on saving species very inspiring.
Nambucca may have its faults, especially under the new regime - like taking an age to get served, starting to charge admission for lots of events, and closing nights 15 minutes early for no apparent reason - but it's still great to have a night like Smash Hits 7 within walking distance. I am reminded that with "I care enough to know that I can never love you ba doom ba da DUMP!" ABC probably came up with the single greatest moment in the history of popular music, and wish that I was in the Union of the Snake rather than the NUJ. And while I normally get annoyed at seeing music videos without sound, especially if other music's playing, some of the juxtapositions here are more like Morleyesque alternate histories of pop - Ian Curtis looks surprisingly appropriate singing 'Lay All Your Love On Me'.
The office copy of Music Week informs me that there's talk of extending the UK's copyright term from 50 years, perhaps to something more like America's 90. Obviously this is a purely principled and abstract campaign, and nothing at all to do with us being close to the point when lots of sixties pop would start coming into the public domain - just as the US decision had nothing at all to do with Mickey Mouse being about to go free.
Keeping it cheerful and Springy, though, I found this article on saving species very inspiring.
