Monthly Archives: September 2010

“Hey you, on that fixed gear bike. You’re a twat.”

With the overdue arrival of dub step, smatterings of fixed gear bicycles and American style coffee shops – South London has officially become ‘Cool’.

And after living north of the river, suffering years of over-priced rooms in sprawling shanty towns and spending miserable mornings shuffling down the platform at Bethnal Green, I’ve leapt over the border.

I now live in a notorious neighbourhood where the West Indian population was once the dominant race.

Now, my flat and the people I live with are ace, but it’s hard not to note that the place is run by smug PR boys and marketing girls and other equally annoying people clad in Reiss and Abercrombie. It’s become a casualty of ‘Cool London’

Once vibrant, bohemian and gritty, the area where I live is a place where ‘organic’ has become a byword for food and not weed and skinny jeans and Mac Book Pros outnumber tracksuit bottoms and stolen iPods.

To many in my area, Starbucks means coffee and WiFi and not sweet bread and Rubicon, and new branches of Toni and Guy are forcing the weave wearing women of my ‘endz’ to contact the Peckham branch of the Black Panthers to get a petition together.

Don’t get me wrong, I love nothing more than getting some questionably cheap Morley’s chicken, served by an illegal who can barely count my change from a fiver.

Hell, I don’t even mind being screwed by Yardies at the bus stop after they’ve caught me staring at their blonde hair/gold teeth/white jeans/Ed Hardy ensemble. Really, I don’t mind.

But when I find myself slow-clapping people on fixed gear bicycles, I know there’s something deeply wrong.

This. Is. Not Cool – Fact. (Pic courtesy of www.lfgss.com)

Many people describe my area as having ‘great bars’ and being ‘so close to town.’

Yeah that’s great.

But London was and is a place of diversity and character; where you can go from north to south and still be amazed at the sights and sounds.

Identikit neighbourhoods are boring. Having lived in Hackney, Hoxton and Dalston are full of little middle class boys and girls from the ‘burbs, who jump on the train to London to live in poverty stricken areas, wear designer cast-offs and have stupid haircuts.

Why do they do it?

Because they think it’s ‘cool’

A word from the wise: Stop trying to make these once idiosyncratic spaces like carbon copies of your suburban Surrey towns. Go away and take your fixed gear bicycles with you.

♫ A Tribe Called Quest – ‘Award Tour’

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How MTV got its groove back

Who would have thought that an asexual 24-year-old, with a penchant for ripping off some of the most seminal artists in music history and creating crap Europop dance tracks, could restore MTV’s iconic reputation for championing cutting edge and captivating promotional videos?

Michael Jackson’s videos are often credited with helping define the MTV generation. Pic courtesy of Pittsburgh Post Gazette

This years’s MTV Video Music Awards, which took place in Los Angeles, united the crème of pop princesses, hip indie rockers, dance music darlings and those in between, to celebrate the previous year’s music videos.

In a some what sedate affair, compared to last year’s embarrassing ‘Imma let you finish’, something extraordinary happened.

Dressed in muted meat number, Stefani Germanotta accepted the Moonman for the prestigious Video of the Year, and crowned off a stellar evening which saw her dominate the award show, collecting eight gongs for categories such as Best Female Video and Best Pop Video for her number one single, Bad Romance.

Gaga’s wins has projected her into a league where company includes A-ha and Peter Gabriel, and her nine Moonmen cements her standing alongside iconic MTV idols like Madonna, Janet and Michael Jackson and Prince.

With the VMAs dedicated to promo excellence, MTV’s questionable output of music videos on its numerous stations has led many to wonder out loud: “Why have an award show, dedicated to videos, when you don’t play them?”

MTV’s output has dramatically shifted in the last five years; the Kurt Loaders and Martha Quinns of yesteryear have been devastatingly sidelined. Gone are the TRLs, Selects and audience participation shows; the probing interviews and gather-round-the-TV-for-a-groundbreaking-first rarely appear; but far more disturbing is that the heavy rotation of chart climbing music videos and innovative promos are a thing of the past.

In its place, we’ve been force fed a cocktail of highly potent reality-based dramas (The Hills, The City, Laguna Beach, Jersey Sh…Zzzz) and fly-in-the-face-of-common-sense docu-soaps (the wonderful visual birth control that is My Super Sweet 16) and one-off programmes to the tune of current teen fads and trends (16 and Pregnant. 17 & Pregnant. 18 & Pregnant et al).

My enduring golden age of MTV will always be from 1998-2000; at an age when I first discovered music and when multi-channel TV was gaining speed, MTV was a treasure trove in which I eagerly delved into; to uncover the past, rummage around in the present and anticipate the future.

Glossy and slick US R&B videos sat along side futuristic candy pop promos, extravagant and extrovert hip hop videos, hauntingly autobiographical rock clips and emerging and experimental dance music videos.

US imports like YO! MTV Raps, House of Style, The Real World, Singled Out and its award show strand helped cultivate MTV’s reputation among Generation X.

Total Request Live (TRL) became a noughties pop culture phenomenon; huge stars, be it from the pop, rock or R&B genres, passed through Viacom’s Time Square studios to connect with their fans.

Once there. they would marvel at the gigantic posters made by adoring admirers who congregated in their droves to catch a glimpse of their idols.

Some would début much-anticipated videos and chat with host Carson Daly about their lives and careers, whilst the active audience at home would call up to request videos on the now iconic countdown.

It catapulted the celebrity of these artists to stratospheric heights. In an age before reality TV, musical talent shows and even the internet, their music videos acted as inspirational sticks of candy for kids to devour and savour, to be left in awe and wanting more.

Gaga’s mean feat made artists and audiences alike make a collected sigh of relief; the power of the music video has been reaffirmed.

No award show should be dominated by one artist, but what this year’s VMAs proved is that the competition was not there.

Let’s hope that over the next 12 months, we can switch on MTV, be surprised, amused, shocked and intrigued, and ultimately, be reminded of why MTV is such an era defining phenomenon.

♫ Micheal Jackson – ‘Thriller’

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“And they played dubstep. It was so sick.”

“Oh my god, I’ve just moved to Clapham and it’s like, well sick.

Like, there are so many bars and like, everyone’s so cool.

I’m living with my mates Simon, Hugh and Benedict. We’re so close to the Common. Like literally.

Simon and I went on our gap year together to South America. We taught kids football and helped build a school. It was so cool.

Just the other day I was walking down Northcote Road and like saw these cool people and I kinda figured that they lived in Clapham, cos of the way they were dressed.

Like for the guys there’s this unofficial uniform; Abercrombie and Fitch polos with cargo shorts, teamed with Havianas. Even though it was kinda cold and like, everyone was wearing capes and snoods, it was still, like well cool.

And the girls are so HOT! You can tell they’re from Clapham. I mean, I was walking along Lavender Hill when I saw these three hot girls.

They’ve really embraced this urban, shave-half-your-hair-off thing. They still looked pretty hot.

Clapham’s such a cool place to live. There’s so much going on and it’s like, so close to central. Like, literally 20 minutes.

We’re close to like Balham (I’ve heard there’s this really cool pub. It’s called the Balham Tup) me, Simon, Hugh and Benedict are so going to watch the rugby there).

Brixton’s just down the road too. (It’s so gritty. There are so many Rastafarians with like, dreadlocks) It’s so diverse. Clapham’s really cosmopolitan as well though.

Like we went to Infernos last night (oh my god it was so good, they played so much dubstep. It was so sick. And, like there were so many people from Clapham there. Literally)

Afterwards, Simon chundered in the street (talk about an epic Fail!) then we went into Shalamar, probably the most famous chicken takeaway in Clapham, and got talking to this guy Ali.

He’s said Clapham’s really diverse. He’s been working at Shalamar for like 10 years. He was cool.

I so can’t wait for the summer, it’s gonna be like, so cool. I can’t wait to like, sit on the Common with a bottle of wine and some really hot girls. It’s gonna be epic.

Oh my god yeah, I’ve just like, got a job! I’m working in PR! It’s in Oxford Circus. It’s gonna be so cool.

Oh my god, I absolutely love living in Clapham. It’s just so cool.”

♫ Pras Feat ODB & Mya – Ghetto Superstar

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Good Times – The End of the Summer

Vibrant and intricately designed costumes, flamboyant floats and the smell of Jerk sauce wafting through the stylish streets of W10…..the Notting Hill Carnival put on quite a show.

August’s Bank Holiday has become famous for the Reading and Leeds festivals, but if you don’t fancy losing a tooth moshing to thrash metal, a stay-musication is the perfect alternative. Carnival is synonymous as the summer’s swan song and luckily for us, the capital’s Afro-Caribbean community pull out all the stops to stage an astonishing show.

Some of the most exclusive West London post codes are transformed into outdoor nightclubs, where door policies are ripped up and the bouncers given the night off. This year, the carnival procession, along with static stages and specially constructed sound systems entertained some one million revellers as they partied in the sun.

Whilst the music and the procession played an important role, it has to be said that the food was the perfect complement. The streets were awash with stalls selling traditional Caribbean cuisine. Jerk Chicken, Ackee and Saltfish, Curry Goat, Rice and Peas…

The hardcore sounds of Jamaican dub at the Aba Shanti-I sound system served as a remedy to the ageing Rastas and a spiritual awakening to their younger counterparts, whilst the legendary Rampage sound system bought contemporary dancehall sounds to teens in Coleville Square.

But this musical mash-up of hip-hop, D&B, ska, garage, reggae and R&B paved way to one of the most revered and highly regarded Carnival sound systems….Good Times.

Down on the junction between Southern Row and West Row, the acclaimed DJ, Norman Jay MBE, perched on top of his red double-decker bus, was throwing down some of the funkiest rare groove and party tracks known to club aficionados. Being one of the most iconic sound systems at Carnival, Good Times has been entertaining the crowds for the past 30 years.  

The streets were splitting at the seams as thousands continued to descend on West London, even as Carnival was drawing to a close. It seems like BPT (Black People Time) got the better of most!

In a feel-good atmosphere, hundreds got into their groove whilst rocking their Ray Bans and clutching their Red Stripes. Just the perfect way to wave goodbye to the summer.  

 

♫ BB & Q Band – Starlette

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