Fireside Chat 1: Fuck Forever
Feb. 27th, 2007 11:07 amSomewhat inspired by the vlogging of Jordan Fish -- and the fact that I've just discovered how to capture video from my built-in iSight camera using Apple's QuickTime Broadcaster -- I'd like to present the first in a series of video "fireside chats". Sitting in front of an electronic fire -- the sad and ironic fate of my television set -- I ramble here on the subject of "Fuck Forever" by Babyshambles.
(Actually, this is just a placeholder video -- it takes forever to load from my own server. I'll embed a Google Video here instead soon.)

The "Fuck Forever" video is provided below as a study resource -- you'll be instructed to pause the fireside chat and watch it half way through. You can find the Shoreditch secret gig referred to in the chat here.
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I'm not sure why I chose punk rock as the topic for my first fireside chat. Maybe it has something to do with my new Wired News column, Let Robots Sweat the Boring Stuff, in which (aided by our Waiters and Bad Faith discussion last week) I advance the opinion that "British people are spectacularly bad at services -- shining examples of Sartrean sincerity and authenticity, they're unlikely to wish you a great day if they aren't having one themselves. The sooner these grumpy, reluctant, inefficient people are replaced by robots, some might say, the better. (Unemployed, the British can go off and do something usefully authentic and human, like inventing some new kind of punk rock.)"
(Actually, this is just a placeholder video -- it takes forever to load from my own server. I'll embed a Google Video here instead soon.)

The "Fuck Forever" video is provided below as a study resource -- you'll be instructed to pause the fireside chat and watch it half way through. You can find the Shoreditch secret gig referred to in the chat here.
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I'm not sure why I chose punk rock as the topic for my first fireside chat. Maybe it has something to do with my new Wired News column, Let Robots Sweat the Boring Stuff, in which (aided by our Waiters and Bad Faith discussion last week) I advance the opinion that "British people are spectacularly bad at services -- shining examples of Sartrean sincerity and authenticity, they're unlikely to wish you a great day if they aren't having one themselves. The sooner these grumpy, reluctant, inefficient people are replaced by robots, some might say, the better. (Unemployed, the British can go off and do something usefully authentic and human, like inventing some new kind of punk rock.)"
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Date: 2007-02-27 11:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 12:09 pm (UTC)As a recent immigrant to Blighty, I've certainly noticed how catastrophically awful customer service here is. Everything takes twice as long and costs twice as much as it ought to, so when it's served with disdain (at best) or open hostility (at worst) a dirty foreigner like myself can be a littl put off.
I think it's all down to Class. No one here wants to be a servant, and they're really uptight about it. Ex: in a pub setting, if you try and tip a barman he'll give you a funny look but if you offer to buy him a drink he'll gladly take your money. It underscores his status as your equal: you can buy your equal a drink, but not tip him/her, as tipping denotes your superiority.
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Date: 2007-02-27 12:48 pm (UTC)edit
Date: 2007-02-27 01:22 pm (UTC)Some of the British paradigm exists, but there's NEVER a sense that you shouldn't 'get above your station' in America. The whole point of being American is to TRY and get above your station!
You can escape the coal camp and go to uni on a scholarship (as my father did) and become Middle Class. If I'd been the sort of person who wanted to, I could've gotten a professional job as a lawyer or a doctor and slowly become a member of the uptight, neurotic Upper Middle Class (I had the grades but no desire to become The Man). I could've won the lottery and automatically gotten bumped to Upper Class, but I'd still be called 'new money' and sneered at by the 'old money' crowd.
However, it should be said that most Americans take all this for granted and it doesn't spoil/colour social and business interactions as much as it does in Britain.
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Date: 2007-02-27 01:27 pm (UTC)Pervasive gaming is the new punk rock
Date: 2007-02-27 02:07 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHHfynLYW1I
It would be nice if Doherty went Asian, or if Coldplay went Dutch, and challenged the hive mind, but they are trapped in their tropes and lets leave them there, serving a need. Beautiful women are on hand to service their needs and reassure them of their greatness. Telling us to tell them about Bow Wow Wow is no help. You might as well quote Beckett to a trowel.
Why not live in a different English history & present; look at where Joe Strummer ended up - playing folk music & building campfires. This is also an English tradition, far from hooligans and maladies; the midsummer festival & the choir. Or can your puritan soul not accomodate such things? Incidentally, a documentary about Strummer's life will hit cinemas in May - directed by Julien Temple, of Rock&Roll Swindle fame - the elevation of a punk rocker's life, once again, to cinematic art. It's a good film, interestingly.
New needs erupt out of the bubbling centre of a culture. Does anyone else feel that 1977 is just around the corner?
Best
Gideon Reeling
well it IS the 30th anniversary...
Date: 2007-02-27 03:09 pm (UTC)Re: Pervasive gaming is the new punk rock
Date: 2007-02-27 03:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 03:55 pm (UTC)Try as i might i could not find a way to work this anecdote into the essay i finished yesterday.
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Date: 2007-02-27 04:50 pm (UTC)education/station
Date: 2007-02-27 05:33 pm (UTC)not sure why I chose punk rock
Date: 2007-02-27 05:44 pm (UTC)You held a stick with a cucumber taped to the other end
Cross dressing in secret shame
behind a safeway, in the shadow of the dumpsters
you were using the cucumber to penetrate yourself.
flashing blue and red lights, bright spotlight
and somebody started taking poloraids,
Flashing.
lipstick smeared across your face
Your wig greasy, the thrift store dress stained from dumpster diving.
your pantyhose halfway down around your thighs,
holes torn in them.
Your feet bare exposed pasty white through the holes.
Tan line from your socks.
the smell of water based lube, dumpster decay,
feces, and panty hose ball sweat wafting in the air.
Furiously you move, never stopping.
The shame turns you on more.
You're so punk.
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Date: 2007-02-27 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 06:29 pm (UTC)impatience
Date: 2007-02-27 07:34 pm (UTC)The fireside chat took ~ 35 seconds to download and it was worth every second! Momus, how often will we see these vchats? I love the way you can tell the viewer to pause the chat and go watch another clip and then come back and discuss it. Maybe you can do vnarration for all your Click Opera entries!
Oh and I love the dramatic effect of having half your face off the camera most of the time. um?
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Date: 2007-02-27 07:54 pm (UTC)Don't think I'm knowledgeable enough in the punk stuff to respond to that (though I can't recommend enough the book Please Kill Me (http://www.akpress.org/2006/items/pleasekillme)), but I think you're totally right about the importance of a "media seat", where the path between the brain (and face) and the internet has as few hurdles as possible. This is no small reason for Apple's recent success. But obviously one loses a lot of control by letting Apple or Livejournal take the reigns. Certainly the problem with the iSight is its fixed position, and inability to shoot much else than the user. I'm trying to play with these constraints though.
More bands should play mental hospitals!
Date: 2007-02-27 07:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 08:57 pm (UTC)Would you regard something like the New Pop of ABC and its Trevor Horn-produced ilk as an escapist remedy or something that simply turned a blind eye to remedy and malady altogether?
Also, the video fire is very WPIX Yule Log (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf-4lCsLlpg).
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Date: 2007-02-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 09:09 pm (UTC)SPUNK ROCK
Date: 2007-02-27 09:16 pm (UTC)what Plato puffs you up with, at that
"immortality" and "divine life" stuff.
Man, why dost thou think of Heaven? Nay
consider thine origins in common clay
's one way of putting it but not blunt enough.
Think of your father, sweating, drooling, drunk,
you, his spark of lust, his spurt of spunk.
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Date: 2007-02-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-27 10:21 pm (UTC)Hmm, I'm going on like some kind of psychotic fan; I'm not - I only know 'Up the Bracket' (a fantastic song) and 'Fuck Forever'.
When he waves the Union Jack, what's to say he's not referencing Blake's Albion? (And how many artists do more than merely reference?) Surely that's medicine as powerful as any you'd find in Tokyo or New York (in point of fact, if I hear one more Brooklyn hipster bang on about William Blake I'll scream). Englishness isn't simply 'bling', sirens and philistinism; why do you go on as if it is?
In (something like) the words of the great Billy Childish:
In this town full of hate
The shopping centre's open late
But in the wood upon the hill
Jerusalem is standing still
Albion, I pledge my love to thee...
And why shouldn't one?
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Date: 2007-02-27 10:29 pm (UTC)There's no flies on Billy.