<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:07:41.571-05:00</updated><category term='stuart pearce'/><category term='roy keane'/><category term='graphic design'/><category term='lewis mcgugan'/><category term='nottingham forest'/><category term='des walker'/><category term='john robertson'/><category term='lars bohinen'/><category term='stan collymore'/><category term='viv anderson'/><category term='brian clough'/><category term='legends'/><category term='poster series'/><category term='trevor francis'/><title type='text'>Kristian Goddard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5158920362692032374</id><published>2012-02-16T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:44:23.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Billion Years of Evolution in 40 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9_pFMxAb2G4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; 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float: left; height: 266px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've just finished the second in a series of dazzle camouflage canvases. The painting measures 60" x 40" and was created with acrylic paint on canvas. This one is based on a detail of a dazzle ship photograph by Allie Wojtaszek. The colours derive from original dazzle ship drawings that illustrate this post. In a perfect world I would be happy to keep working on dazzle camouflage paintings for the rest of my life! I love the modernist nature of the patterns and the use of colour, which seems very much of its time. Painting is one of the best reminders we have that the past actually did exist in colour so its fun to be able to work with a colour palette that existed nearly one-hundred years ago. I seem to be getting more and more obsessed with dazzle ships and their history after working on these recent canvasses and researching the subject. Dazzle ships are quite a romantic notion to me and the idea of beautifully coloured ships floating over the water at in the dark is the sort of warm thought that puts me to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4T5O45LMhO4/Ty-uzfKyzZI/AAAAAAAAA34/0zLE21FSaGw/s1600/RazzleDazzle03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705971452465040786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4T5O45LMhO4/Ty-uzfKyzZI/AAAAAAAAA34/0zLE21FSaGw/s400/RazzleDazzle03.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are many ways that pattern-based camouflage has been used, but none are as bizarre as the British dazzle ship designs of World War I and, to a lesser degree, World War II. These were abstract, clashing geometric decorative designs that were applied to battleships in order to confuse viewers, particularly German U-boats, using optical range finders. Although dazzle paintwork is sometimes described as camouflage, it actually wasn’t intended to hide anything in the way regular camouflage does. Instead, it made it hard to determine important aspects such as shape, distance, speed and direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAPL5gSFpDY/Ty-rsZL7eqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QllXfZjQMME/s1600/Dazzle%2BArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705968032065223330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAPL5gSFpDY/Ty-rsZL7eqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QllXfZjQMME/s400/Dazzle%2BArt.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 315px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The development of radar in the 1940s made dazzle ship graphics less relevant, but it still crops up here and there. In Austria, speed traps have been camouflaged with dazzle to confuse drivers as to the direction the radar is pointing. Many car prototypes also wear dazzle camouflage during testing to hide the "curves" of the vehicle before the manufacturer is ready to show it to the public. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;USS North Carolina&lt;/span&gt; is still in dry dock in Willmington, where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/span&gt; was shot, so I hope to be able to take a day trip there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Saville famously used Edward Wadsworth's 1919 painting 'Dazzle Ships In Drydock At Liverpool' (shown on the left) as the inspiration for the Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 'Dazzle Ships' album cover. The original is in the &lt;i&gt;National Gallery of Canada.&lt;/i&gt; Peter Saville and Malcolm Garrett of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assorted iMaGes&lt;/span&gt; both made careers by brilliantly reinventing the past during the 80s producing album covers for Joy Division, New Order, Buzzcocks, Duran Duran, OMD and Peter Gabriel amongst others. The original vinyl version of 'Dazzle Ships' uses Peter Saville's distinctive design on the gatefold cover and an information graphic on the inner by Malcolm Garrett. The compact disc re-release uses the same imagery with a completely different colour scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8MuPJQvxbY/Ty-tFPu08mI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wDvLP7nFC7A/s1600/War%2BPenguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705969558535598690" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8MuPJQvxbY/Ty-tFPu08mI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wDvLP7nFC7A/s400/War%2BPenguin.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 387px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its very difficult to find colour images of the original WWI designs, but they typically used red, green, yellow and purple, lavender and mauve greys as well as black and white. In 2008, the &lt;i&gt;Rhode Island School of Design &lt;/i&gt;announced the rediscovery in its collection of lithographic printed plans for the camouflage of US merchant ships during World War I. The graphics shown on the left are from original WWI ship painting plans and show the intended colour schemes as well as the graphic shapes themselves. The underlying principles are diagonals, zig-zags and arcs, combined using sudden changes in the patterns at seemingly random points used to give impressions of different planes or facets on flat surfaces to break up physical lines and shapes. The patterns make it difficult for onlookers to determine which direction the ship is heading. Razzle dazzle deception uses abstractions to cloak the activities of movement by seemingly creating more movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xveY-lHiPzY/Ty-tECe9xvI/AAAAAAAAA28/BqjADRPGy8w/s1600/Dazzle%2BDrawings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705969537799538418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xveY-lHiPzY/Ty-tECe9xvI/AAAAAAAAA28/BqjADRPGy8w/s400/Dazzle%2BDrawings.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 154px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;War has inspired many great artistic moments but artists rarely return the favour. During World War I Modernism turned naval fleets into the largest painting canvases in the world. German U-boats were sinking enormous amounts of ships and there was no really effective defense against them. It is axiomatic that if you can’t stop the people who are shooting at you, you should make it very hard for them to find you. Most camouflage is based on the idea of concealment and blending in with its surroundings. However another school of thought has argued for making the item in question appear to be a mash-up of unrelated components. Naval camoufleurs found this theory particularly appealing. Blending didn’t work because ships operated in two different and constantly changing color environments – sea and sky. Any camouflage that concealed in one environment was usually spectacularly conspicuous in others. There was very little method in the mass of triangles, parallelograms and stripes of these colors, but they had certainly been most scientifically designed to secure the effect sought for. How they divided the boat into two seemingly unattached sections was most remarkable. It has made prosaic steamships picturesque, and they have enjoyed a favor among artists that had always previously been denied them. All are excellent records of a monstrous period. But camouflage, while increasing picturesqueness and artistic value, takes away much of the sense of power and strength that we have always been accustomed to associate with typical steamships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7wiD09twE/Ty-tFf2lOvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rjcR9XDnc5k/s1600/Blast%2BMagazine%2BWar%2BNumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705969562863090418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7wiD09twE/Ty-tFf2lOvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rjcR9XDnc5k/s400/Blast%2BMagazine%2BWar%2BNumber.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Military historians have usually connected razzle dazzle with Cubism, which is wrong. The dazzle concept was invented in 1916 by Norman Wilkinson, a British marine painter and naval commander, taking inspiration from Cubist and Vorticist paintings. The Vorticists were the English equivalent of the Italian Futurists, and Edward Wadsworth, a leading Vorticist artist, supervised much of this dazzle ship work, supervising the camouflage of over two thousand warships. Razzle dazzle is quite clearly inspired by Vorticism, which is probably the only significant British art movement of the early 20th century. Started by Wyndham Lewis editor of the brilliant, but short-lived, “Blast” magazine. Picasso is reported to have taken credit for the modern camouflage experiments which seemed to him a quintessentially Cubist technique. He is reported to have drawn the connection in a conversation with Gertrude Stein shortly after he first saw a painted cannon trundling through the streets of Paris. However, Cubism was far more concerned with apples, guitars and life in the cafe while Vorticistism was not afraid of looking outside the cafe and observing the architecture which surrounded the cafe. Also, there was a hint of aggression, conflict and Brutalism in most Vorticist works that is entirely missing in French work. Vorticist works are characterised by the unease created by a disrupted perspective which is obviously a perfect metaphor for dazzle camouflage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3ibfZ5ryAQ/Ty-tEfjw0wI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FBALH3JzW7c/s1600/War%2BClover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705969545604289282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3ibfZ5ryAQ/Ty-tEfjw0wI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FBALH3JzW7c/s400/War%2BClover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 265px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wilkinson believed that breaking up a ship’s silhouette with brightly contrasting geometric designs would make it harder for U-boat captains to determine the ship’s course and while there was a marked decrease in losses to U-boats, historians agree that this reduction was mainly due to the adoption of the convoy system at the same time. Dazzle did, however, boost the morale of allied seamen as well as capture the imagination of artists and the public alike. All British patterns were different, first tested on small wooden models viewed through a periscope in a studio. Most of the model designs were painted by women from London's &lt;i&gt;Royal Academy of Arts&lt;/i&gt;. A foreman then scaled up their designs for the real thing. Creative people including sculptors, artists, and set designers also designed camouflage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jRieFoVhmw/Ty-rsYPASMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vsWBro3GiX4/s1600/Cunard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705968031809685698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jRieFoVhmw/Ty-rsYPASMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vsWBro3GiX4/s400/Cunard.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 220px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An observer would find it difficult to know exactly whether the stern or the bow is in view; and it would be equally difficult to estimate whether the observed vessel is moving towards or away from the observer's position. Range finders were based on the co-incidence principle with an optical mechanism, operated by a human to compute the range. The operator adjusted the mechanism until two half-images of the target lined up in a complete picture. Dazzle was intended to make that hard because clashing patterns looked abnormal even when the two halves were aligned. As an additional feature, the dazzle pattern usually included a false bow wave intended to make estimation of the ship's speed difficult. This led to more scientific studies of colour options which might enhance camouflage effectiveness. Broken colour systems which present units so small as to be invisible as such at the distances considered are neither advantageous nor detrimental to the dazzle effect; the visibility of the camouflaged vessel at a given distance would depend entirely upon such scientifically measurable factors as the mean effective reflection factor, hue and saturation of the surface when considered at various distances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcbYqNBlFv0/Ty-rrp6VcNI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qfPTCyFFexM/s1600/Color%2BDazzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705968019374960850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcbYqNBlFv0/Ty-rrp6VcNI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qfPTCyFFexM/s400/Color%2BDazzle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 255px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;American naval leadership thought dazzle effective and, in 1918, the U.S. Navy adopted it as one of several techniques. However effective the scheme was in World War I, dazzle camouflage became less useful as rangefinders and especially aircraft became more advanced, and, by the time it was put to use again in World War II, radar had further reduced its effectiveness. The US Navy implemented a camouflage painting program in World War II, and applied it to many ship classes which were in use until the end of the war.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The British Royal Navy dazzle paint schemes also reappeared in January 1940; these were unofficial and competitions were often held between ships for the best camouflage patterns. &lt;i&gt;The Royal Navy Camouflage Department&lt;/i&gt; came up with a scheme devised by Peter Scott, a wildlife artist, which were developed into the &lt;i&gt;Western Approaches Schemes&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The German Navy first used camouflage in the 1940 Norwegian campaign. A wide range of patterns were authorised, but most commonly black and white diagonal stripes were used. Most patterns were designed to hide ships in harbour or near the coast; they were often painted over with plain grey when operating in the Atlantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocmNFSOOtc/Ty-tEXeoYWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/9_OxfUVBkK8/s1600/Greyscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705969543435280738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocmNFSOOtc/Ty-tEXeoYWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/9_OxfUVBkK8/s400/Greyscale.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 207px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At first glance Dazzle seems an unlikely form of camouflage, drawing attention to the ship rather than hiding it, but dazzle did not conceal the ship but made it difficult for the enemy to estimate its type, size, speed and heading. The idea was to disrupt the visual rangefinders used for naval artillery. Its purpose was confusion rather than concealment. The artist Abbott Handerson Thayer did carry out an experiment on dazzle camouflage, but it failed to show any reliable advantage of dazzle over plain paintwork. In a 1919 lecture, Norman Wilkinson explained "The primary object of this scheme was not so much to cause the enemy to miss his shot when actually in firing position, but to mislead him, when the ship was first sighted, as to the correct position to take up. Dazzle is method to produce an effect by paint in such a way that all accepted forms of a ship are broken up by masses of strongly contrasted colour, consequently making it a matter of difficulty for a submarine to decide on the exact course of the vessel to be attacked. When making a design for a vessel, vertical lines were largely avoided. Sloping lines, curves and stripes are by far the best and give greater distortion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting and others are available from my Etsy store &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kristiangoddard?ref=pr_shop_more" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-215660293639565270?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/215660293639565270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/dazzle-camouflage-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/215660293639565270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/215660293639565270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/dazzle-camouflage-painting.html' title='Dazzle Camouflage Painting'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvkhUVJnHg8/Ty-rrZOWZxI/AAAAAAAAA18/SLKgfeHsaTE/s72-c/RazzleDazzle01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2326913945211530251</id><published>2012-02-08T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T03:34:00.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dprl-aldVL8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2326913945211530251?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2326913945211530251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-really-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2326913945211530251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2326913945211530251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-really-matters.html' title='Nothing Really Matters'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dprl-aldVL8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8329355055080478972</id><published>2012-02-05T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:51:38.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat Lamp Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PD-wdDaEfs/Ty70QT2UidI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rXNULpT9vGo/s1600/Kat_Lamp_Monsterland_Board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PD-wdDaEfs/Ty70QT2UidI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rXNULpT9vGo/s400/Kat_Lamp_Monsterland_Board.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705766338968193490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katlamp.com/"&gt;Kat Lamp&lt;/a&gt; is a Greensboro based artist currently in her final year of the graphic design course at GTCC. She has been independently creating her own beautiful work for the last few years incorporating very elegant type forms and fantastical illustrative elements. Kat has also created a great series of posters for The Avett Brothers which you can purchase from her online store &lt;a href="http://www.katlamp.bigcartel.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What inspires your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find inspiration all around me. Watching the work of my friends progress and evolve. Anything that makes me laugh or feel angry, music, animals &amp;amp; nature, vintage children's books, friends, my fiancee Jeff, and our cat and dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you recommend formal art training to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends. Speaking for myself, I initially tried to go the academic route and study painting at a four-year college. All the technicalities with studying the medium in that way quickly zapped my imagination and left me feeling less confident. The atmosphere felt too competitive to thrive &amp;amp; I dropped out. After realizing I was more of an illustrator than a fine artist, I decided to pursue graphic design at GTCC to integrate the computer into what I already do. I fell in love with it and I've learned so much. I guess I'd recommend formal art training to those who are certain about what they want from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hope to be doing when you graduate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm initially looking forward to having some free time to work on personal projects. Juggling school and work doesn't leave much time for that! I hope to maybe find work at an agency and learn more about the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a typical process/environment when you do your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an office/studio in our apartment where I work. Design projects usually begin in my sketchbook, move to generations of tracing paper, and usually wind up on the computer. Paintings begin the same way, except the drawings get traced onto blocks of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What else do you do aside from art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing bass and guitar off &amp;amp; on for about 17 years. Sometimes I go through phases when I focus on music more than art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTKSBVddkHw/Ty70Go-vgxI/AAAAAAAAA1k/_VJDxKO_F9U/s1600/Kat_Lamp_Avett_Brothers_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTKSBVddkHw/Ty70Go-vgxI/AAAAAAAAA1k/_VJDxKO_F9U/s400/Kat_Lamp_Avett_Brothers_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705766172841968402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you consider yourself a graphic designer, graphic artist or illustrator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, one of my instructors told me I was more of an illustrator than anything, whether I like it or not. So we'll go with that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did your link-up with The Avett Brothers happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Pete is their stage manager. He asked me if I'd be interested in doing some mock-ups for the band to look at, and everything took off from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you consider the art scene in Greensboro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many talented &amp;amp; inspiring folks in this town. I just wish there were more places in Greensboro for them to show their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; happening with your website?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa. Well, I'm taking a web design class right now, so only time will tell. Hoping to have something solid this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What others artists do you admire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the illustrations of Charley Harper and how he simplified the elements of his subject matter. Jessica Hische and Marian Bantjes are both contemporary designers whose work I find particularly inspiring right now. I love their creative hand-drawn type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you currently obsessed with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage children's books, Stephen Colbert, and Jon Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you working on at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the save the date cards for our wedding, and some projects for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8329355055080478972?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8329355055080478972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/kat-lamp-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8329355055080478972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8329355055080478972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/kat-lamp-interview.html' title='Kat Lamp Interview'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PD-wdDaEfs/Ty70QT2UidI/AAAAAAAAA1w/rXNULpT9vGo/s72-c/Kat_Lamp_Monsterland_Board.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8293652315300721745</id><published>2012-01-31T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:39:44.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cube Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjrTqk2gDO0/TymFtk3DA5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/1KVWKa332bc/s1600/425605_10150527036406943_605261942_9127650_1167918265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjrTqk2gDO0/TymFtk3DA5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/1KVWKa332bc/s400/425605_10150527036406943_605261942_9127650_1167918265_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704237421076611986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the first in a series of paintings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estate Design &amp;amp; Trade&lt;/span&gt; of Greensboro. The canvas measures 48" x 36". More to come soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You can find more information on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estate Design &amp;amp; Trade &lt;/span&gt;website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.estatedesignandtrade.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8293652315300721745?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8293652315300721745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/cube-canvas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8293652315300721745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8293652315300721745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/02/cube-canvas.html' title='Cube Canvas'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjrTqk2gDO0/TymFtk3DA5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/1KVWKa332bc/s72-c/425605_10150527036406943_605261942_9127650_1167918265_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-3091542976724767286</id><published>2012-01-30T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:47:45.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Bamford Goes to Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNDXo_0cFuQ/TymdDi2ul8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5eB3TYU7ykQ/s1600/PatrickBamfordNottinghamForest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNDXo_0cFuQ/TymdDi2ul8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5eB3TYU7ykQ/s400/PatrickBamfordNottinghamForest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704263087262963650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to get into the habit of posting blogs about football, for various reasons, but the sale of Patrick Bamford from Nottingham Forest to Chelsea is something that's left me very despondent and needing to get out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its upsetting to me because not only is Patrick obviously an excellent player, he's also a Grantham boy and I was hoping he would make the step-up to playing in the Forest first team and live out some sort of dream that I had as a kid. He did make two starts for the first team as a substitute before moving to Chelsea today for £1.5m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand the logic behind this move because there is no way in the world that Patrick is going to graduate to the Chelsea starting eleven in the next few years, if at all. He will most likely play in the Chelsea reserves before being loaned out to a lower league club. I don't see that helping his development any more than staying at Forest and playing in the Championship, which makes me think that money is the major motivation for this move. Of course that is understandable, but annoying all the same for Forest fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Patrick should have been given a chance in the Forest first team earlier. He scored nine goals in his last two games for the youth team and I refuse to believe that he isn't a better player than Marcus Tudgay or Matt Derbyshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me most about this transfer is that Forest are struggling at the bottom end of the Championship and selling our most promising players. It reminds me of the time when we sold Michael Dawson, Jermaine Jenas, Andy Reid, David Prutton, Marlon Harewood and Gareth Williams in the space of a season and inevitably found ourselves in the second division as a result. We just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; sell our best players and expect to be a successful club. Supposedly, Bamford and his representatives refused a new and improved contract with Forest so the club's hands were tied and there was was nothing that could do to keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting excited about following Patrick Bamford's progress in a Forest shirt but guess I'll just have to watch us, hopefully, scrape by with a bunch of loanees until next season. At least we still have Jamaal Lascelles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-3091542976724767286?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/3091542976724767286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/patrick-bamford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3091542976724767286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3091542976724767286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/patrick-bamford.html' title='Patrick Bamford Goes to Chelsea'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNDXo_0cFuQ/TymdDi2ul8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5eB3TYU7ykQ/s72-c/PatrickBamfordNottinghamForest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-847078100672536564</id><published>2012-01-19T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:12:15.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Pashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xDE8_3KEA/Twh_bN2Nv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LAc7aWyMGaY/s1600/StreetPashion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xDE8_3KEA/Twh_bN2Nv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LAc7aWyMGaY/s320/StreetPashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694941834360242082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://streetpashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is the new blog from my good friend Elizabeth Rushe. It's a Berlin-based street fashion blog that is a step-up from most other style blogs, in my opinion. As well as focusing on street fashion the blog also provides participants with a contact form so that people can contact them directly. The subject of online dating, or online complimenting, is a fascinating one and I wanted to ask Elizabeth how her new venture is working out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt; come into being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea bubbling in my mind for a long time about starting a kind of street fashion blog with a twist. Initially it was going to be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dudespotting&lt;/span&gt; and I would just feature well-dressed fellas, but in the end I thought I should include gals too, so there's two categories on Streetpashion: dudespotting and gurlspotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How does it work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the obvious part is that I walk around with my camera and keep an eye out for people to photograph. Then I explain they have the option to have a contact form in their post so that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt; readers might contact them. So far most people said yes, some said no, and sometimes I plain forget. This idea is still in a test phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the aims of the blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good question. It's a bundle of things like a selfish way for me to develop a daily photography habit to improve my skills, getting out and meeting people outside my periphery, I would like it to become a friendly platform where you can look forward to being invited out for a coffee by a certain someone after you're featured there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there a typical reaction when you ask people to take part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who, me?“, most people so far seemed taken aback about being approached for a photo. This is something I'm still working on myself – getting over my own shyness to ask for a photograph. When I explain about the contact form, this usually get's a laugh and in most cases an email address is handed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt; just a ruse for you to meet cute boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha – yesssss, ahem. This of course is another selfish motive behind the blog. The problem is I'm too shy to approach anyone that I would fancy. So I'll have to get over that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the fact that Pip (Elizabeth's white German Shepard) makes it into some of the shots. Is she some sort of ice breaker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I actually try not to bring my dog with me when I plan to take photos, as having a camera in one hand and a wild wolf tugging on the leash in the other hand is a bit of a struggle. But sometimes she happens to be with me and I just try my best, if she gets in the shot that's okay, I'm glad she pops up here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berlin has probably changed more than any other major city over the past two decades. What kind of changes have you noticed over recent years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm not sure. I've lived in the same apartment in Berlin for 5 years but I do hear people talk about rising rents, and there are a lot of complaints about tourists at the moment... Causing clubs to dumb down the music, and overloading local spots with pub crawls, apparently. Some neighbourhoods which nobody really wanted to live in a few years ago are now hot spots for finding amazing and cheap apartments, new shops, cafes and bars so it's interesting to see how people migrate to different corners of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do aside from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I host a show called 'Off the Record' on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flux FM&lt;/span&gt;. It's the international show, so we present in English, and invite a lot of guests on, like bands that are based in Berlin or passing through, plus creative people that are just doing interesting things. Could be a couture designer, author, photographer, rock 'n roll massage therapist. We've interviewed a lot of folks over the years. Sometimes I DJ at parties, this week is fashion week so I will DJ at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Derzeit &lt;/span&gt;closing party at KTV. I'm also copy-editing the issues of their daily fashion week newspaper this week so we're pulling some intense all-nighters at the moment. That's very Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are there any success stories/follows ups that you can share so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, that I know of! Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Pashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://streetpashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-847078100672536564?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/847078100672536564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/street-pashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/847078100672536564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/847078100672536564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/street-pashion.html' title='Street Pashion'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xDE8_3KEA/Twh_bN2Nv6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LAc7aWyMGaY/s72-c/StreetPashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6756749676493394972</id><published>2012-01-16T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:45:11.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazzle Ships Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaKTlI_8U2k/TxXDDSp_HbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EGEBeTxwXao/s1600/Dazzle%2BShips%2BCanvas%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaKTlI_8U2k/TxXDDSp_HbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EGEBeTxwXao/s400/Dazzle%2BShips%2BCanvas%2B02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698675364822195634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally got around to painting a Dazzle Ships canvas. I've been planning on doing this for a few years and have finally found the pluck to do it! I'm a little bit sad to paint on top of the Flatiron Building canvas that we had but I guess a little change never hurts. It was certainly fun to do and I'm pleased with the final outcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a huge fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chestral Manoeuvres In The Dark album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dazzle Ships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;especially the artwork by Peter Saville. The album cover was inspired by the dazzle camouflage painted on ships during World War I. Dazzle camouflage is a fascinating concept that shouldn't work but actually did according to marine painter Norman Wilkinson "The primary object of this scheme was not so much to cause the enemy to miss his shot when actually in firing position, but to mislead him, when the ship was first sighted, as to the correct position to take up. Dazzle was a method to produce an effect by paint in such a way that all accepted forms of a ship are broken up by masses of strongly contrasted colour, consequently making it a matter of difficulty for a submarine to decide on the exact course of the vessel to be attacked... The colours mostly in use were black, white, blue and green... When making a design f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or a vessel, vertical lines were largely avoided. Sloping lines, curves and stripes are by far the best and give greater distortion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only found out recently that the Vorticist painter Edward Wadsworth was involved in the design of dazzle camouflage, which makes complete sense having been aware of his paintings on canvas for a long time. War on Germany was declared only thirty-three days after the publication of the very first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; magazine (Blast First). Wadsworth spent the war in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve designing dazzle camouflage for allied ships. Always a fan of modern ships, Wadsworth was to utilise nautical themes in his art for the rest of his career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOuWsnf907Y/TxXEO32t-nI/AAAAAAAAAyY/b71uAAw0x-w/s1600/Dazzle%2BShips%2BCanvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOuWsnf907Y/TxXEO32t-nI/AAAAAAAAAyY/b71uAAw0x-w/s400/Dazzle%2BShips%2BCanvas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698676663297899122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canvas measures 60" x 40".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6756749676493394972?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6756749676493394972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/dazzle-ships-canvas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6756749676493394972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6756749676493394972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/dazzle-ships-canvas.html' title='Dazzle Ships Canvas'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaKTlI_8U2k/TxXDDSp_HbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/EGEBeTxwXao/s72-c/Dazzle%2BShips%2BCanvas%2B02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4055677744924325384</id><published>2012-01-11T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:54:50.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anton Stankowski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMi4RZwhj28/Tw4tcX7YM3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0_ef5fThPO4/s1600/AntonStankowski01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cd3h-oHJbI/Tw4tNiiSfgI/AAAAAAAAAwI/rPLGb-ypqrs/s400/AntonStankowski09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696540289302429186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've adored the works of Anton Stankowski since I first saw his geometric paintings in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dictionary of Graphic Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (required reading for my first design study). I had absolutely no idea what his work was supposed to mean but I knew somewhere in my heart what it meant as it excited me beyond belief and made me re-evaluate the way I thought about virtually everything. A form of having my mind revamped somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stankowski was a German graphic designer, photographer and classically trained painter. Clearly inspired by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bauhaus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Stijl&lt;/span&gt; movements, he developed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Theory of Design&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and was a pioneer of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Constructive Graphic Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Typical Stankowski designs attempt to illustrate processes or behaviours rather than objects. Such experiments resulted in the use of fractal-like structures long before their popularisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He advocated graphic design as a field of pictorial creation that requires collaboration with free artists and scientists and is probably best known for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Deutsche Bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; logotype design (shown above in development).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deep love of his geometric design works, the typographic quality of his work, the value he put in negative space and obviously his use of colour. His influence can quite clearly be seen in the works of Peter Saville and Malcolm Garrett, which may well prove to be his ultimate legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4055677744924325384?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4055677744924325384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-anton-stankowski.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4055677744924325384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4055677744924325384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-anton-stankowski.html' title='Anton Stankowski'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMi4RZwhj28/Tw4tcX7YM3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0_ef5fThPO4/s72-c/AntonStankowski01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7939545485204127350</id><published>2012-01-08T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:42:41.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Angstreich Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKO2a1_HXqc/Twnv9eyupNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hWvKKWL_Mco/s1600/Jack%2BAngstreich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKO2a1_HXqc/Twnv9eyupNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hWvKKWL_Mco/s400/Jack%2BAngstreich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695347043303597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jack Angstreich is one of the stars of &lt;span&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt;, a 2002 documentary by Stephen Kijak &amp;amp; Angela Christlieb about New York moviegoers who see up to three movies every single day. Its an incredibly compelling and empathetic look at this amazing group of people and certainly one of my favourite documentaries of recent times. I was able to quickly catch up with Jack recently and talk a little more about his obsession with the movies and his reaction to &lt;span&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you believe that 10 years have passed since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt; was released?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years has sort of flown by, in some ways, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill seems to be a little bit embarrassed about having been part of the documentary. What is your overriding feeling about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt; ten years on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not especially embarrassed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt; but Bill labors under the delusion that he has both been misrepresented by the film and that he has fundamentally changed since the film. I don't know that I feel differently about the film now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you had any disputes with people in theatres lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to avoid getting into disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you consider good theatre etiquette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer silence from other film goers but it's impossible to expect once food is allowed to be consumed in the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you recognised much as a result of the documentary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only occasionally that someone approaches me saying they have recognized me from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the best movie theatre New York?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walter Reade is the only repertory theatre that seems to have satisfactory projection in New York at the moment, so far as I know, but I find the programming at Film Forum 2 generally more exciting -- I haven't seen a film there in years, however, because of incorrectly cut aperture plates that they refused to replace despite their assurance that they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you still run into Bill, Eric, Roberta or Harvey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill is in Paris at the moment and I haven't seen Harvey in quite a while but I do see Eric from time to time; Roberta passed away recently, I'm sad to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af9YwNkPrOc/Txi-H6k0CUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/x7KyPMq7VZQ/s1600/cinemaniabackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af9YwNkPrOc/Txi-H6k0CUI/AAAAAAAAAyk/x7KyPMq7VZQ/s400/cinemaniabackground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699514371629386050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you consider film to be voyeuristic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the cinema is voyeuristic in its essence, necessarily, but it seems to easily invite an indulgence in voyeurism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Typically when I watch a great film in a theatre there’s usually a part of me that says “I want to sit here for the rest of my life and watch movies that are this great.” This clearly must have happened to you at some point. Can you describe that moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have had an experience similar to what you describe when I was 17 but I'd have to try and think back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s a wonderful scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Nuite Americaine (Day For Night) &lt;/span&gt;where Ferrand (Truffaut) tries to convince Alphonse to stay on the film and says “Movies go along like trains in the night.” and explains that movies never have dead moments like real life. Is this suspension of reality part of the attraction of cinema for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I am attracted to the "suspension of reality" to which you refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the literal translation of your surname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told it translates as "fearful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your political views are touched upon briefly in the documentary… How would you describe your political views?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically a Marxist-Leninist in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s your take on review sites like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IMDB&lt;/span&gt; and do you ever read or submit reviews?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose sites like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; are useful for compiling links to reviews but the rankings and averages irritate me since they reflect nothing more than what the majority of established critics happen to think and that seems of no interest at all. I regret to say that I do write short reviews but I only do this to be admitted to press screenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The film industry has obviously changed a lot since the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania &lt;/span&gt;when DVD was still in its infancy. What do you make of the DVD ‘experience’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess DVD extras are an exciting phenomenon, potentially, as well as the release on DVD of the better television and analog or digital video productions but I haven't gotten around to looking at much on DVD and wouldn't be willing to watch non-digitally-processd material that was shot on celluloid with the intention to be exhibited on celluloid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever sat down and watched a full movie on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;? Could you ever subscribe to watching movies at home or are you of the David Lynch school of though??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched a feature-length film on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. Viewing works on television or on a computer screen is fine for analog video or digitally-produced works; I thought David Lynch was promoting this now, to my dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinemania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DVD is available through Amazon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Cinemania-Jack-Angstreich/dp/B0000AKCMC"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7939545485204127350?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7939545485204127350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/jack-angstreich-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7939545485204127350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7939545485204127350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/jack-angstreich-interview.html' title='Jack Angstreich Interview'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKO2a1_HXqc/Twnv9eyupNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hWvKKWL_Mco/s72-c/Jack%2BAngstreich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-3685385817385608633</id><published>2012-01-02T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:31:19.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britt Blake Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLjmC5rEJvo/TwOScD7TmmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LSQtkizbaug/s1600/BrittBlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLjmC5rEJvo/TwOScD7TmmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LSQtkizbaug/s320/BrittBlake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693555364714486370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Britt Blake is a graphic designer based in Brooklyn currently in her final semester at the New York City College of Technology. She'll soon be taking her first steps into the art &amp;amp; design industry and has just launched her own &lt;a href="http://brittblake.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; so I thought it would be a good opportunity to catch up with her to discuss her work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What made you want to become a graphic designer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born a creative thinker and it is so ingrained into my being that I came to a point in my life where I decided that I just had to accept the calling and persevere. A compellingness of graphic design for me is in its purpose of engaging and informing an audience. There are always changes in communication mediums, which keep me on my toes. And when done right, it is inclusive and adds a sense of enrichment to the landscape. I think that’s cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What inspires you and how does it affect your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music definitely does. I visualize music functioning together like parts of a cell in biology, making the sum of a massive and greater whole. Because of that intrinsic sort of understanding with music I feel somehow more capable of making sense out of clutter and confusion when I design. I think it’s something sort of cross-sensory, perhaps. I’m fascinated by folklore stories and culture. I have an appreciation for journalism, underdogs and history. And I think that translates into making people pay attention to ordinary things, or things ordinarily missed and taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me about the Absolute USA Indie compilation that you curated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working for a music marketing and distribution company. And they put me in charge of putting on a compilation to promote the music and their services. I made negotiations with the company to make the offer more appealing for the artists. So then I found the artists I wanted, went through all sorts of craziness to get their signatures on the agreements, worked through licensing issues with a few record labels, and by some amazing feat, it finally got out there. And I think it’s pretty solid if I do say so, myself. Look up "Absolute USA Indie" on iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How difficult is it being a student in NYC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenges of just living in NYC can get hairy at times. But it’s also rewarding, of course. I chose to go to a CUNY school (Which stands for - City Universities of New York). My college is part of a network of public universities for NYC residents. Moving here as an outsider, I was a bit taken aback by all the native New Yorkers at school that knew their way around. I got over that intimidation pretty quickly though and I love it now. With so many people, it does take some determination to adapt and make it work. But the tuition is comparably inexpensive. And many of my professors also teach at Pratt and the New School! So you heard it here, guys – bang for your buck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you feel your school has prepared you for the world of art and design?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely feel it’s helped me along. But from what I understand, I think it takes talent, tenacity and relentlessness on the part of the student to really make it happen. And I think it's also an issue of making a place in the world for yourself that suits your strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you have any moral issues about becoming a graphic designer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I definitely do, especially in the world of Advertising Design, (which is technically my major). And it is something I will likely struggle with ‘til the end of time. There are some companies I wouldn't want to design for. But I don’t think that I believe in the notion of ‘selling out’ or anything like that. It’s the designer’s job to make a product or environment look appealing. And everyone has different moral standards. But consumers should also take to heart that pretty on the outside doesn’t always mean pretty on the inside. And yeah, sometimes advertising and the product being advertised, is just plain junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who do you admire in the design field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I admire are mostly tied with music and illustration somehow. I know that Peter Saville is at least partially responsible for that legendary Joy Division album cover and a ton of other great records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Peter Saville!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s great. And Raymond Pettibon who illustrated Sonic Youth’s ‘Goo.’ There’s this younger artist in NYC that is doing some pretty legendary illustration designs for music and his name is Nick Gazin. Graphic design-wise, I came across the works of James McKinnon, and I like the geometric juxtaposition of his work a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is graphic design about problem solving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. It should solve a communication problem in a most basic sense. But the other part of the equation is to make something compelling for the viewer, and it takes more than merely displaying relevant information in a visually appealing way to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your work seems to be quite illustrative. Do you sometimes question whether you want to be a graphic designer or illustrator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s astute. I think the research and perception-oriented side of me can adapt to any project. And I feel like I pick up on technical things pretty quickly. So I say, why not do it all! But yeah, I like illustration a lot. I saw that documentary on Robert Crumb when I was a kid and I was totally enthralled with that. But I’m not sure if illustration is my biggest strength. I think I’m blessed and doomed to be interested in one hundred things all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You’ve also worked in video production. Is that something you’d like to do more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, definitely. I put together some featured artist interviews for the compilation that I worked on and those helped me in adapting to video editing. But generally, they are sort of visually static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you working on a video project right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the process of getting documentary footage together of bands around NYC. And I’m playing with the idea of making web episodes on a blog for people to watch. My approach is pretty low-key though. I’m going for a mix of Penelope Spheeris’ “Decline of Western Civilization” and Andy Warhol's screen tests. I’m focusing on getting some amazing content right now and when the time comes I’ll take it from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds great! So, what’s next for you when you graduate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so difficult to tell because the landscape always changes in NYC. At some point I’d like to find a few fellow artists and designers and programmers that I jive with, and collaborate in starting a bit of a graphic design business. But right now, I just got an internship at Vice Magazine/Records. And if that goes well I hope they adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can find Britt's work on her website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://brittblake.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-3685385817385608633?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/3685385817385608633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/britt-blake-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3685385817385608633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3685385817385608633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/britt-blake-interview.html' title='Britt Blake Interview'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLjmC5rEJvo/TwOScD7TmmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LSQtkizbaug/s72-c/BrittBlake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2192576072794922834</id><published>2011-12-16T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:14:13.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear More Buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iuciGXGFyI/TuwhpDx8RTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BghkC4RUkX8/s1600/WearMoreButtons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iuciGXGFyI/TuwhpDx8RTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BghkC4RUkX8/s400/WearMoreButtons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686957418735224114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After something of a slow start my button making business seems to have really taken off and I estimate that I've made close to ten thousand buttons in the past twelve months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always loved badges so its fun for me to be able to make my own and to supply them for others too. Its also interesting to discover which designs are popular on either side of the Herring Pond. It seems that Americans go crazy for buttons especially in the run up to Halloween when the Pan Am buttons went through the roof! Lots of people dressing up as air stewardesses, I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designs pictured here are the twenty-five top selling buttons from the past year and they're still going strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can see the rest of the pins that I have for sale on my eBay store &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/sch/wearmorebuttons/m.html?item=170714547396&amp;amp;sspagename=STRK%3AMESELX%3AIT&amp;amp;_trksid=p3984.m1586.l2649&amp;amp;_trksid=p4340.l2562"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;All the buttons are the classic one-inch size and are made to the highest professional standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its possible for me to make custom buttons from your own design which cost $2 per piece (plus $2 for combined shipping). If you would like to place a custom order then please email me at: kristiangoddard (at) hotmail (dot) com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2192576072794922834?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2192576072794922834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-something-of-slow-start-my-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2192576072794922834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2192576072794922834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-something-of-slow-start-my-button.html' title='Wear More Buttons'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iuciGXGFyI/TuwhpDx8RTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/BghkC4RUkX8/s72-c/WearMoreButtons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4626335614234936532</id><published>2011-12-14T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:36:00.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighted Christmas Ball Decorations in Greensboro, NC</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dUHSlf5jLjI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4626335614234936532?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4626335614234936532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighted-christmas-ball-decorations-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4626335614234936532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4626335614234936532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/lighted-christmas-ball-decorations-in.html' title='Lighted Christmas Ball Decorations in Greensboro, NC'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dUHSlf5jLjI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4116445867066836032</id><published>2011-12-06T03:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:45:12.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch-Drunk Nilsson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5n3vuP9qk2A/Tt3fyWdutwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tN2MutHJd4k/s1600/Punch-Drunk%2BNilsson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5n3vuP9qk2A/Tt3fyWdutwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tN2MutHJd4k/s320/Punch-Drunk%2BNilsson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682944360928163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been intrigued by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Punch-Drunk Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; soundtrack since the film's release in 2002. Not only is it a great movie but the entire soundtrack is seemingly based around Harry Nilsson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popeye&lt;/span&gt; score, predominantly around the song "He Needs Me" sung by the inimitable Shelley Duvall. Discovering this was something of a revelation to me as I had only discovered Nilsson's music myself a few years previously and absolutely fell in love with the albums he produced in the Sixties. Paul Thomas Anderson is also a confessed Nilsson fanatic and, along with Jon Brion, has routinely re-worked his music for films including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Magnolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought it would be interesting to combine elements of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Punch-Drunk Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; soundtrack and some of my favourite Nilsson songs into something of a 'Megamix'. Using Nilsson's "Aerial Pandemonium Ballet" and The Beatles "Love" album as influences I thought it would be fun to present the songs and incidental music in a completely new way. The overall mood is quite maudlin but is really good to listen to when you're working on your own thing. The music has been mixed-down into glorious one-channel mono (because of limitations more than anything else).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its nice to be able to play with these songs to create some sort of narrative and mood and I hope some of you may appreciate it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can download this twenty-two song mix from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/Punch-DrunkNilsson.zip"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4116445867066836032?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4116445867066836032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/punch-drunk-nilsson.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4116445867066836032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4116445867066836032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/12/punch-drunk-nilsson.html' title='Punch-Drunk Nilsson'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5n3vuP9qk2A/Tt3fyWdutwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tN2MutHJd4k/s72-c/Punch-Drunk%2BNilsson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7041184059448779815</id><published>2011-11-19T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:40:27.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Achtung Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRDrUqygelg/TucZD_5SlcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xcXD05SnxVo/s1600/AchtungBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRDrUqygelg/TucZD_5SlcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xcXD05SnxVo/s320/AchtungBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685540611060569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seem to be the kind of person who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; defines their life by when certain records or films were released and another reissue is reminding me that exactly twenty years have passed without me noticing it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Joshua Tree&lt;/span&gt; is probably the most influential album in my lifetime but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Achtung&lt;/span&gt; Baby&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite U2 record. When I started obsessing over music in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-Internet days of the late Eighties I didn't really appreciate just how great a time it was for music. This was a time when there were three weekly music papers in Britain and it was incredibly easy for me to discover bands like Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mudhoney&lt;/span&gt;, Nirvana, Pixies, The Stone Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s, Spacemen 3 and a million others just as I was leaving school. Looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at that list its easy to see what a heady time it was for music and probably the last time that rock music was actually authentic and original (not that originality is important in any art form).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 was a fascinating time musically with the messy demise of Baggy in Britain and the global dominance of Grunge from America. The self-indulgence of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rattle and Hum&lt;/span&gt; had left U2 seemingly p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ious, out of touch and not to be taken seriously at all. With the commercial success of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Joshua Tree&lt;/span&gt; U2 became regarded as the musical establishment to be avoided at all costs. As a result U2 were forced outside of all that was regarded as cutting-edge becoming almost the Warhol of the Nineties, neither part of the underground or the manufactured overground but standing on the outside, looking in, and perfectly reflecting the moment. And in the words of Brenden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kennelly&lt;/span&gt; "The best way to serve the age is to betray it."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elements of the Manchester scene and rave culture brought about a new interest and sensibility in rhythm. A lot of sonic experimentation had taken place in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; early Nineties, quite probably due to the advent of compact discs in the late Eighties. The amount of information that can be stored on a CD meant that musicians didn't have to worry about sound limitations and record needles leaping from the turntable. Is it a coincidence that the early Nineties produced quiet/loud bands like The Pixies and Nirvana? I'm sure Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hannett&lt;/span&gt; would have argued that technology changes music rather than vice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt; and there's certainly a case for that. As a result, some of U2's previous recorded wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rks had sounded weak in comparison to their contemporaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of sonic experiments on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt; often used to give the listener the feeling that their hi-fi system is broken and its definitely exciting to listen to for that reason alone. Brian Eno posed the question "Are you really making a record that's recorded in a garage, or are you making a record that reminds you of the feeling of records that are made in garages (the way a film-maker might use a handheld camera to give the impression of documentary urgency)? Does it make a difference if people hearing this record say "that sounds like trash", rather than, "they've deliberately chosen to make a record that sounds like trash"?" That is a fascinating argument to me and my theory is that if you spend time in a recording studio making something sound the best that you can then its no more pretentious to make something sound as bad as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the surface matter of the record the reason why the album still holds true is because the songs are as compe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lling as anything U2 ever wrote.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U2 have always been regarded as leaders rather than followers, in my mind, and for the first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Achtung&lt;/span&gt; Baby&lt;/span&gt; sees them being influenced by a contemporary music scene that had left them behind somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yik4RPeHc6A/TvzP9G0pdWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/isQ2h5DfXWM/s1600/wallpaper_kiss_standard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yik4RPeHc6A/TvzP9G0pdWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/isQ2h5DfXWM/s320/wallpaper_kiss_standard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691652677799867746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U2 flew in the face of fashion in the Eighties being anti-image and anti-masturbation which is something that I always liked about them. The music on this record seemed to instigate some sort of interest in overtly sexual images and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preoccupation&lt;/span&gt; with sexual themes, the earnestness of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Joshua Tree&lt;/span&gt; now seemingly being chopped down. It's an interesting reinvention and perha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ps you could call it growing up, but I'm not sure. U2, the band least likely to say "baby" in one of their songs now used the word in the title of their new record. But it hides what is probably the ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d's heaviest work. Personally, I like both sides of the band and feel it would've been inappropriate for the self-righteousness and militant attitude of the previous decade to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band took the last British Airways flight into the old German Democratic Republic and initial sessions at Hansa Studios in Berlin, where Bowie and Eno had recorded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, pushed the band to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing point in an attempt to find direction and a sense of self. Bill Flanagan described a split in the band between the "hats and the haircuts", the hats wanting to embrace the more experimental nature of music and the haircuts wanting to stay true to a typical U2 sound. To paraphrase Bono from 'Acrobat'; "What are we gonna do now its all been said? No new ideas in the house and every book has been read." Because of the pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in of going though such re-evaluation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt; is without question U2's most original and vital record. It's vital because the themes it tackles are the most personal that U2 ever got. Clearly influenced heavily by the break-up of The Edge's marriage there's a melancholy and hurt that hangs over this record like a dark cloud. The earnestness of previous albums now lost in a personal monologue of betrayal that strips U2 bare. It's adult themes are hardly the subject matter of stadium rock in all honesty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After U2's infatuation with America it seemed time to turn their attention home to where a new Europe was slowly being built. The fall of the Berlin wall and reunification in 1989 instigated a sense of hopefulness and despite the darkness of the songs on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt; you feel a sense of freedom under it's surface. 'Zoo Station', a song inadvertently inspired by the story of a British bomb hitting close by the Berlin Zoo in the Seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd World War and freeing the animals onto an astonished Berlin public seems perfectly fitting of its time and place and a renewed sense of playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqeH1eEFiwM/Tua25nmS0HI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ldu8KarGzHQ/s1600/U2OlympicStadiumBerlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqeH1eEFiwM/Tua25nmS0HI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ldu8KarGzHQ/s320/U2OlympicStadiumBerlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685432680600227954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The influence of Berlin as a metaphor for this record is obvious not only in its mood but also in its place in time. The Berlin of the Thirties (decadent, sexual and dark) resonating against the Berlin of the Nineties (reborn, chaotic and optimistic). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Joshua Tree&lt;/span&gt; there seems to be a backbone of songs that form some sort of musical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;. 'Until the End of the World', 'Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses', 'Ultravoilet (Light My Way)', 'Acrobat' (the first thirty seconds of which is as good as anything U2 ever recorded in my opinion) and 'Love Is Blindness' all discuss the tension between love, sexuality, spirituality, faith and betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The influence of Scott Walker and Jacques Brel on these songs is easy to hear. 'Until the End of the World' is an imagined conversation between Jesus and Judas in the Garden of Gethsemane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not standard rock fare! However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt; is the record where U2 discovered, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uncovered, their sense of humor and there is a knowing post-modernness in the lyrics self-deprecation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'One' is probably the centrepiece of the album. A song about the break-up of a relationship and also about reunification and the one song that most people will remember the record for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Larry Mullen's languid shuffle domin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ates most of the record, never better illustrated than on 'So Cruel', and pushes the music forward with a sense of reawakening and Adam Clayton's reverberating bass is the perfect anchor, U2 having a rhythm section to be reckoned with for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1993 I spent six months in Berlin with my first band picking up shows wherever and whenever we could. We lived in the abandoned Potsdamer Platz, just around the corner from Hansa Studio's, which was left a veritable no-mans-land after the fall of the wall. Our home was a backstage trailer abandoned after Roger Waters' 'The Wall' concert and our hosts were the absurdly named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mutoid Waste Company&lt;/span&gt;. It was a crazy time in Berlin being able to set up camp in what was, and is once again, the thriving heart of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by chance U2 had a show on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zooropa&lt;/span&gt; tour at the Olympic Stadium two days after our arrival in the city and of course I crept away on my own to indulge myself as is my wont. It was an eerie feeling listening to songs about the reunification of Europe in a stadium that the Nazi's had built and where the Hitler Youth had beaten their drums 57 years previously. The Swastika's cut into the architecture now clumsily filled in with plaster.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting to hear songs from the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zooropa&lt;/span&gt; album being played on the American Forces Network (AFN) radio station while in Berlin. A few weeks after we left Berlin U2 visited our Potsdamer Platz home with film-maker Wim Wenders to shoot the video for the appropriately titled 'Stay (Faraway So Close)' which is something that I'll always regret and daydream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm excited about the re-issue of this album and to have all the outtakes together in one beautifully packaged set. However the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From The Sky Down &lt;/span&gt;documentary, with the band revisiting Hansa Studios and playing half-arsed versions of forgotten songs, is embarrassing quite frankly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think its fair to say that U2 have never since reached the heights of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby.&lt;/span&gt; Its always some sort of event when U2 release a new album but not since have they been anywhere near as compelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7041184059448779815?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7041184059448779815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/11/achtung-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7041184059448779815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7041184059448779815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/11/achtung-baby.html' title='Achtung Baby'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LRDrUqygelg/TucZD_5SlcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xcXD05SnxVo/s72-c/AchtungBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-945943514087733130</id><published>2011-11-02T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:54:00.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aesthetics of Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just discovered an email I wrote to two friends about five years ago concerning the importance of aesthetics in music and thought it might be fun to post here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;’t &lt;/span&gt;totally dismissing the importance of image within music. I think that it’s vitally important in this day and age. I’m a graphic designer for God’s sake, so I understand how image can actually help people’s appreciation of music if used effectively. What I was trying to say is that there is definitely a tendency for people, particularly people in the music press who are obsessed with image almost as the main form of communication. Like I said before it is a case of “the way you say it rather than what you’re saying” that counts. The medium is the message, etc, etc... Steve sent me a Sun Ra quote where he says, “it’s not what you say of the music. It’s what the music says of you.” That’s kind of where I’m coming from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know what you’re saying about magazines being a flawed medium, I understand that but at the same time I disagree with it. Yes, radio, or even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, is the purest form for music but the written word or imagery can also play a big part in people’s understanding of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I remember being 13/14 years old, skiving off school and going to the library and seeing pictures of Sonic Youth in Sounds magazine and thinking “what is going on?” or seeing pictures of U2 in a desert landscape and thinking “these guys are from another planet!!”. It might sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naïve&lt;/span&gt; to say that I knew I would like those bands’ music just by seeing pictures of them, but it’s true. Its no different for kids today reading the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NME&lt;/span&gt; and seeing people that they can identify with. But there is a fashion in music that just deals with surface almost as it’s main form of expression and I find that ridiculous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Image does play an important role in people’s appreciation of music though. The fact that I spend my time working as a designer proves that I believe in its existence. If design or image is successful then it should co-exist or add something extra to the music. The first Joy Division record &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown Pleasures&lt;/span&gt; is a classic example for me of how design can work to create an image for a band. I think that that record cover did more for the image of Joy Division then the clothes the band wore or Ian Curtis’ dancing, or Anton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corbijn&lt;/span&gt;’s photography. If you see that image on it’s own then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t work but it works so perfectly in tandem with the music, that it’s impossible for me to separate the two in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ybn0je8JmI/Tu0rXNlbBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X1-Tqnbdt00/s1600/Arcade%2BFire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ybn0je8JmI/Tu0rXNlbBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X1-Tqnbdt00/s320/Arcade%2BFire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687249582222411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s a pretty heavy subject to deal with I think and impossible to draw any conclusions from because it’s so subjective… There are ways in which the image of a band can backfire though. I think the Arcade Fire record is totally amazing, even if I seem to be own my here (as usual!). But, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen pictures of them in the music press recently and think “what a bunch of arseholes!”. I’m trying to steer clear of seeing any pictures of them, seeing them live, reading interviews or hearing other people’s approval/disapproval of them because I know that it will affect my judgement of them. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t do, but it will. I noticed that their record was voted record of the year in Uncut magazine and I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mojo&lt;/span&gt; magazine too, but I totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to find that out. Hope that makes sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand what you mean about mainstream music and it’s relation to the masses. That is kind of the basis of my argument here. That kind of music is catering for the majority of people who are not passionate about music in the same way that you and I are. I’m talking about music which the majority of people are accepting of and not about what we consider to be ‘underground’ music. I think that underground music is probably more interesting, varied and exciting than ever before. There’s so much stuff and its so fragmented that it’s impossible to have any knowledge of most of it. I’m beginning to see that more and more as a positive thing though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Internet is fragmenting music more and more too and also shifting people’s focus back onto the music. I guess that this is a positive thing. I got quite excited about the Internet being some kind of Utopian medium for music, but it’s not gonna happen is it? I’m convinced that CD will be an outdated format in ten years time. More and more people are buying or downloading music online and I can see the benefits of that. You can preview the songs first and also you can buy them at any time of day, which I think is really cool. There are also loads of problems with it though, as you know. The album as an entity or one common thought is being outdated in this new era of online music. It’s possible to download whichever songs you want from the album rather than having to buy the whole record. I find this really sad and it drastically alters music as an art form. To me records like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pet Sounds&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SMiLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just do not work unless you hear the album as a constant form of expression, so many people are going to be missing out on hearing music in that way. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;music is very rarely made in that way anymore and I’m convinced that the way music is sold (or played) has a big effect on the people making the music in the first place. Probably in the same way that Brian Wilson was affected by the way the Beatles were constructing albums in the Sixties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fact that there is no product when you download a file from the Internet is something that I find quite confusing. I love records!!!!! And because of the things I wrote earlier I believe in the role of design within music. That is totally being eroded by Internet downloads and that might be one of the reasons why the music industry is becoming more and more obsessed with fashion. If you download music from the Internet then you don’t even have a record to put on your shelf or a CD to put on your rack, or whatever... You just get a digital file to put on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, or something. Nobody has any idea of the kind of music that you’re listening to and I think that that is actually quite important. Having some kind of visual identity with the music is key to me. Just having the focus on music is great, I think, but there has to be a visual aspect to it as well and I honestly believe that is why there is a shift in the role of image or fashion within the music industry right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k4PxUfoJro/TuwmggsIn2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Eed-LURT5qA/s1600/The%2BBeatles%2BStars%2B%2526%2BStripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k4PxUfoJro/TuwmggsIn2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Eed-LURT5qA/s320/The%2BBeatles%2BStars%2B%2526%2BStripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686962769434812258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember having a discussion with you about the importance of Sixties music in comparison to contemporary music but I don’t think it’s possible to draw any conclusions from it. I wish you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t used the Beatles as a comparison though!!! They’re an entity all to themselves, bringing new forms of art appreciation into public view, and single-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;handedly&lt;/span&gt; instigating every major change in the music industry in the Sixties. They transformed modern music between their first single ‘Love Me Do’ in 1962 and ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ in 1966. That’s four years!!!! In that time period they released twelve singles, seven albums, two movies and played, I guess, over four hundred shows!!!! Four years is the amount of time Oasis would take to make two records that are entirely based around a Beatles b-side anyway! So, it’s kind of impossible to say. The Beatles showed everyone the possibilities of music though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been reading the Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Meltzer&lt;/span&gt; book “The Aesthetics of Rock” recently. It’s pretty crazy but interesting reading. I’ll have to lend it to you at some point. I found an article on the Internet recently where he discusses the decline of innovation that started to happen back in the Sixties: "in the Sixties... every time Dylan, the Beatles, the Stones or the Kinks did an album, they were so conscious of dealing with new turf, innovation was so crucial to what they were doing. New material, new plagiarism, whatever you want to say. By about 1966, 1967, they had strip-mined every continent of source material, of available musical, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;, concept, idiom. By the time the ‘US psychedelic Sixties’ kicked in, there really wasn't much left to do except, well, stand still, perfect your shtick, score bigger budgets, get fussier about your mix and take six months to do an album. Like the Doors, who were a great, great, GREAT live band. I saw them about 40 times before their second album came out but I don't think they did 1½ good albums. It was very rare after about 1967 for a band to be capable of doing two or three decent albums.” I find that really interesting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t find innovation or originality to be important players in music though. It’s impossible to find completely free expression-of-self in our society. As long as people find a medium for their own self-expression then that is fine. Why should anyone be obsessed with trying to produce something completely original? Whether it’s art or music (they’re both the same thing to me anyway) it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter whether people make comparisons with things that have happened in the past. As long as what is being said is honest and true, then that is all that is the only thing that is important. It’s the first thing I look for in any art. I’m amused by the fact that Dylan going electric would upset so many 60s “radicals”. Particularly as the sentiment of the songs was exactly the same. I guess it’s just because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t fit into their blinkered view of the American folk music tradition. Its just another indication of how narrow-minded the Sixties could be. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter if music is loud or quiet or if a painting is in colour or black and white, they are just surface issues that you have to look beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-945943514087733130?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/945943514087733130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/11/aesthetics-of-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/945943514087733130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/945943514087733130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/11/aesthetics-of-rock.html' title='The Aesthetics of Rock'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ybn0je8JmI/Tu0rXNlbBQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/X1-Tqnbdt00/s72-c/Arcade%2BFire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-9208784355946340517</id><published>2011-10-30T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:52:08.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nottingham forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lewis mcgugan'/><title type='text'>Nottingham Forest Legends Series #10: Lewis McGugan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSY16eTslwo/TsCFPORXSwI/AAAAAAAAAes/A_oravnTDF0/s1600/Lewis%2BMcGugan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmUkqH3MNWs/Tpc4VrRGSYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PEPaqtcAstw/s400/Trevor%2BFrancis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663057001484536194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-9128744114486437619?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/9128744114486437619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-series-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/9128744114486437619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/9128744114486437619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-series-3.html' title='Nottingham Forest Legends Series #3: Trevor Francis'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmUkqH3MNWs/Tpc4VrRGSYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PEPaqtcAstw/s72-c/Trevor%2BFrancis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2472144694693634385</id><published>2011-10-12T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:54:51.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john robertson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nottingham forest'/><title type='text'>Nottingham Forest Legends Series #2: John Robertson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuOYbwX8vgw/Tpc4LvGaw2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k7Scr6cbDCM/s1600/John%252BRobertson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuOYbwX8vgw/Tpc4LvGaw2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k7Scr6cbDCM/s400/John%252BRobertson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663056830714790754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUzxDd3roV4/TpYojSmLfSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SG_6gKAMeLk/s1600/Brian%2BClough.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2472144694693634385?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2472144694693634385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-series-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2472144694693634385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2472144694693634385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-series-2.html' title='Nottingham Forest Legends Series #2: John Robertson'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuOYbwX8vgw/Tpc4LvGaw2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/k7Scr6cbDCM/s72-c/John%252BRobertson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6833522831132083367</id><published>2011-10-11T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:55:09.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian clough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nottingham forest'/><title type='text'>Nottingham Forest Legends Series #1: Brian Clough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z1uDDrwjpc/Tpc4A12um8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ObvqsjMWJLw/s1600/Brian%252BClough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z1uDDrwjpc/Tpc4A12um8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ObvqsjMWJLw/s400/Brian%252BClough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663056643549469634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOUZul_A0i4/TpTmhhPCrMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2m4V_Zgp7JQ/s1600/John%2BRobertson.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6833522831132083367?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6833522831132083367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-poster-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6833522831132083367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6833522831132083367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/nottingham-forest-legends-poster-series.html' title='Nottingham Forest Legends Series #1: Brian Clough'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z1uDDrwjpc/Tpc4A12um8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ObvqsjMWJLw/s72-c/Brian%252BClough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4538349493207364231</id><published>2011-10-08T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T04:25:17.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Is NOT About Problem Solving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5I70OQAGVJo/TpokAYh6gwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C6PlifAZvW0/s1600/Design%2BIs%2BNot%2BAbout%2BProblem%2BSolving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5I70OQAGVJo/TpokAYh6gwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C6PlifAZvW0/s400/Design%2BIs%2BNot%2BAbout%2BProblem%2BSolving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663879070375117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was a time in the olden days when designers used to be considered artists rather than creatives sitting with their laptops in cafés whose lives are centered around finding solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're designing a poster, magazine, website, album cover or, God forbid, an annual report, the intention of the designer is to produce some aesthetic, something beautiful and hopefully something that simply makes people feel good. Of course, this is some sort of problem in itself but it is not the main objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design is NOT about problem solving! The role of a graphic designer is to add worth to something. Adding worth to something might well be seen as a problem to be solved. However, so is crossing the road and not getting hit by a bus, but it is not the reason for crossing the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designers are not mathematicians. This is the age-old argument between science and art that we're talking about here. As William Blake said of Newton, "Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every piece of design that inspires me does so because of its beauty and because of the enduring combination of type and image. I have never once looked at a piece of graphic design and thought, "That is a great solution to a problem." Perhaps that is my own problem and the reason why I sometimes feel marginalized as a designer, always on the outside looking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often receive emails from student designers whose instructors seem to be alienating them with the narrow-minded view that design has to be an answer to a specific problem. This is the problem with modern design, which will become more apparent when we reflect back on it in twenty or thirty years’ time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught art and design in England for four years and would never criticize a student for doing something that they truly believed in. It doesn't matter whether the student's work fits into the modern doctrine or checks all the boxes that the school has to tick. What matters is that designers are true to themselves and the work that they produce speaks to their soul in some way. It's time to wise up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4538349493207364231?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4538349493207364231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/design-is-not-about-problem-solving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4538349493207364231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4538349493207364231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/design-is-not-about-problem-solving.html' title='Design Is NOT About Problem Solving'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5I70OQAGVJo/TpokAYh6gwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/C6PlifAZvW0/s72-c/Design%2BIs%2BNot%2BAbout%2BProblem%2BSolving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7635437323837740522</id><published>2011-10-05T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:31:05.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerilla Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCu7lFxfwAs/ToyFzbJLmqI/AAAAAAAAASM/3Vn81WFJFGs/s1600/334544_10150315632701943_605261942_8242521_1894051080_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCu7lFxfwAs/ToyFzbJLmqI/AAAAAAAAASM/3Vn81WFJFGs/s400/334544_10150315632701943_605261942_8242521_1894051080_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660045950203959970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some promotion in Greensboro for the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt;. These posters have since disappeared. I'm not sure if people were offended or just wanted to keep them. I suspect the later. Anyway, it was fun to do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7635437323837740522?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7635437323837740522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/guerilla-marketing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7635437323837740522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7635437323837740522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/10/guerilla-marketing.html' title='Guerilla Marketing'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCu7lFxfwAs/ToyFzbJLmqI/AAAAAAAAASM/3Vn81WFJFGs/s72-c/334544_10150315632701943_605261942_8242521_1894051080_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2078264904417462755</id><published>2011-09-30T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:34:47.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqegbmAUZgo/Tozz3njLdBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jej6jrbQhpM/s1600/Big%2BThings%2BPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqegbmAUZgo/Tozz3njLdBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jej6jrbQhpM/s400/Big%2BThings%2BPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660166968532759570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Things&lt;/span&gt;, the feature film by my best friends from Nottingham, Mark Devenport and Tony Claassen, is finally available to watch on Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/BIG-THINGS-Feature-Film/26752446754?sk=app_203403406338325"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You can either watch a preview or rent the full movie online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long in the making, the movie follows Richard Chambers a cycle courier who bored by his own existence attempts to make a film entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Distance Too Far.&lt;/span&gt; It's a tragi-comedy of sorts driven by an ensemble cast of Nottingham characters including Outdaville rapper Scorzayzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything that Tony and Mark do this film is well worth watching, so please check it out. You won't be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2078264904417462755?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2078264904417462755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2078264904417462755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2078264904417462755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-things.html' title='Big Things'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqegbmAUZgo/Tozz3njLdBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Jej6jrbQhpM/s72-c/Big%2BThings%2BPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5966048852694723425</id><published>2011-09-02T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:13:10.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Glitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been fascinated by video glitches, or feedback, since I was a kid. Those amazing moments when an analog device overloads and a fleeting beautiful image occurs, like an analog grand mal. I'm sure I'm not wearing rose-tinted glasses when I say that digital technology has decreased the chance of these sort of magical moments happening. The best we can hope for is for YouTube to stall or very occasional digital glitches which are not the same as a television freezing or a vinyl record getting stuck in a locked groove. Those kind of moments are something I always tried my best to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video feedback is a beautiful thing to look at and to manipulate. I did some experiments with it a few years, which I've sadly lost, by pointing an video camera at the tube of a television set. The same technique used by Bernard Lodge to create the original &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKg9tuSbXmk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt; title sequence&lt;/a&gt; in 1963. Its a beautiful thing to do, almost like painting with light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be interesting to produce a series of paintings based on video glitches but I doubt I have the time or patience to do something like that. I have been collecting video glitch stills for some time now and you can see some of my favourites below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHYTZux1bZ8/TyHf-VQ8ZEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Mpdv8Jzlgjw/s1600/1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHYTZux1bZ8/TyHf-VQ8ZEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Mpdv8Jzlgjw/s400/1903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084865180853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk0eBnqzjK8/TyHf9jy13oI/AAAAAAAAA00/t0iqMmKfB40/s1600/1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk0eBnqzjK8/TyHf9jy13oI/AAAAAAAAA00/t0iqMmKfB40/s400/1906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084851901259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icv-Sr-rUV0/TyHf9vgl-sI/AAAAAAAAA0o/9Rz8ZOXZLvo/s1600/1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icv-Sr-rUV0/TyHf9vgl-sI/AAAAAAAAA0o/9Rz8ZOXZLvo/s400/1901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084855045946050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MulT_57yI3E/TyHfxgG3umI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KEI6LLVFcjQ/s1600/1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MulT_57yI3E/TyHfxgG3umI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KEI6LLVFcjQ/s400/1895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084644753095266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWS8cpOL6sw/TyHfxXy6a6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/L28lNwU5lic/s1600/1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWS8cpOL6sw/TyHfxXy6a6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/L28lNwU5lic/s400/1889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084642521901986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xFkuskmIuY/TyHfw61QGLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/_pOAA42Tibs/s1600/1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xFkuskmIuY/TyHfw61QGLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/_pOAA42Tibs/s400/1884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084634747082930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEy6ktpGN10/TyHfwiZT_CI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sCi0BOSjNHs/s1600/1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEy6ktpGN10/TyHfwiZT_CI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sCi0BOSjNHs/s400/1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084628187446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2yIi-l5Oro/TyHfwePzukI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Na8YvJ4TGDk/s1600/1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2yIi-l5Oro/TyHfwePzukI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Na8YvJ4TGDk/s400/1872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084627073841730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YIaAsgzADg/TyHfkYBqabI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xY5QxU6rS0A/s1600/1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YIaAsgzADg/TyHfkYBqabI/AAAAAAAAAzg/xY5QxU6rS0A/s400/1870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084419245468082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWqDQT1Am5M/TyHfj3hOKSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/MlOcbjsKzfA/s1600/1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWqDQT1Am5M/TyHfj3hOKSI/AAAAAAAAAzY/MlOcbjsKzfA/s400/1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084410519464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwlektSpov4/TyHfjhgztQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MYsAC5f3Ve0/s1600/1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwlektSpov4/TyHfjhgztQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MYsAC5f3Ve0/s400/1722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084404612150530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JCnfyGvDxo/TyHfjB_Z69I/AAAAAAAAAy8/h09lQzqfsAQ/s1600/1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JCnfyGvDxo/TyHfjB_Z69I/AAAAAAAAAy8/h09lQzqfsAQ/s400/1577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702084396150549458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-5966048852694723425?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/5966048852694723425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/video-glitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5966048852694723425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5966048852694723425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2012/01/video-glitch.html' title='Video Glitch'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHYTZux1bZ8/TyHf-VQ8ZEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Mpdv8Jzlgjw/s72-c/1903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1374002683050786195</id><published>2011-08-08T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:49:35.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qrl3n2ZtK2E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1374002683050786195?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1374002683050786195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1374002683050786195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1374002683050786195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-heaven.html' title='In Heaven'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qrl3n2ZtK2E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-3917572521683900001</id><published>2011-08-04T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:30:30.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphan of the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yg7yeFQiTA/TjiH_GeyahI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EjU6apwes1Q/s1600/Orphan%2Bof%2Bthe%2BStorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yg7yeFQiTA/TjiH_GeyahI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EjU6apwes1Q/s320/Orphan%2Bof%2Bthe%2BStorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636404451795429906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it's fair to say that my favourite musical discovery of the last ten years has been the discovery of Shirley Collins. Her music seems to have followed me around in recent years and, like all good music, always seems to relevant to my life on lots of different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending two years in America making field recordings with Alan Lomax, in the late 50s, Shirley returned to England where she started recording traditional English and American folk songs. There's a tragic melancholy to these songs that are sung with a beautiful unaffected voice. The songs sounds like haunted reminders of a time now long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Shirley's music  was a revelation to me, having grown up listening to American influenced rock for the most part, and taught me that it is most definitely possible to have an honest and authentic British voice in music without being self-conscious about it (something unspoken that the majority of British artists would not admit to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's my birthday so I wanted to share this mix with you as my birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Orphan of the Storm&lt;/span&gt; is a collection of my favourite Shirley Collins songs. You can download it from my website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/ShirleyCollins.zip"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-3917572521683900001?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/3917572521683900001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/orphan-of-storm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3917572521683900001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3917572521683900001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/orphan-of-storm.html' title='Orphan of the Storm'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yg7yeFQiTA/TjiH_GeyahI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EjU6apwes1Q/s72-c/Orphan%2Bof%2Bthe%2BStorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-3961752417915373391</id><published>2011-08-01T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:15:42.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iLike Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeuQEO-nnOc/Tjc6f1-GnII/AAAAAAAAARk/mK5Lisfr-wo/s1600/Stars%2Band%2BStripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeuQEO-nnOc/Tjc6f1-GnII/AAAAAAAAARk/mK5Lisfr-wo/s400/Stars%2Band%2BStripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636037777415380098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check-out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;iLike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; pages on my website &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/iLike31.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; You should find over 2,000 images that I find either visually interesting, inspiring or life-affirming in some way. This collection dates back to 1996 when I started photocopying books at college during my lunch-breaks. Since then a lot have been downloaded from the Internet but I'm certain you'll find something of interest if you take the time to scroll through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-3961752417915373391?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/3961752417915373391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilike-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3961752417915373391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3961752417915373391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/ilike-pages.html' title='iLike Pages'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeuQEO-nnOc/Tjc6f1-GnII/AAAAAAAAARk/mK5Lisfr-wo/s72-c/Stars%2Band%2BStripes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5766808021309341554</id><published>2011-07-20T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T03:32:30.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music of the Spheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;It's interesting to play the audio from these two videos simultaneously; Gyorgy Ligeti's "Atmospheres" from 1961, and a supposed NASA Voyager recording of Jupiter from 1990. Turn it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-QSuXpzNDs8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e3fqE01YYWs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-5766808021309341554?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/5766808021309341554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/cosmic-ambience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5766808021309341554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5766808021309341554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/cosmic-ambience.html' title='The Music of the Spheres'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-QSuXpzNDs8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1992393045207850819</id><published>2011-07-19T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:22:33.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Johnston &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It looks like a bunch of videos from the Daniel Johnston and Friends Tour have been uploaded to YouTube. The tour featured Jad Fair, Mark Linkous, Norman Blake, James McNew, Emma Niblett and myself playing with Daniel. I've just seen this BBC Radio One session recorded at Maida Vale studios in July 2008 for the first time. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QmwgjLBPqjY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1992393045207850819?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1992393045207850819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/daniel-johnston-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1992393045207850819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1992393045207850819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/daniel-johnston-friends.html' title='Daniel Johnston &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QmwgjLBPqjY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1064144655296958364</id><published>2011-07-11T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:51:19.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Jarmusch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoqB_H2qEpA/Thuae1gDYKI/AAAAAAAAARc/LIRNL_vS75E/s1600/Jim%2BJarmusch%2BQuote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoqB_H2qEpA/Thuae1gDYKI/AAAAAAAAARc/LIRNL_vS75E/s400/Jim%2BJarmusch%2BQuote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628262013877837986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1064144655296958364?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1064144655296958364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/jim-jarmusch_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1064144655296958364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1064144655296958364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/jim-jarmusch_11.html' title='Jim Jarmusch'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoqB_H2qEpA/Thuae1gDYKI/AAAAAAAAARc/LIRNL_vS75E/s72-c/Jim%2BJarmusch%2BQuote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-854298795871455956</id><published>2011-07-02T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:43:13.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Arm - Negative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zqg8tLCF9s/TuwAwdDQFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_TCcBfEaTIQ/s1600/Cover%2BImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zqg8tLCF9s/TuwAwdDQFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_TCcBfEaTIQ/s320/Cover%2BImage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686921261894080194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today sees the release of the second Broken Arm record 'Negative'. Four tracks available as a 7" or digital download is available through the Gringo Records website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.gringorecords.com/releases.php?gringocode=WAAT043"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's a great E.P., with an awesome cover to boot, so you have no excuses for not checking it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tracklisting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Palette Cleanser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Disappearing Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Golden Route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. The House Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-854298795871455956?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/854298795871455956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-arm-negative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/854298795871455956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/854298795871455956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-arm-negative.html' title='Broken Arm - Negative'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zqg8tLCF9s/TuwAwdDQFsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_TCcBfEaTIQ/s72-c/Cover%2BImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-660327284284437586</id><published>2011-06-27T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:50:09.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Something Bad: The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymYL0eqf0-o/TYKjLxwAr5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/l-utMCz09mI/s1600/14%2BRaising%2BThe%2BFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymYL0eqf0-o/TYKjLxwAr5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/l-utMCz09mI/s320/14%2BRaising%2BThe%2BFlag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585205910621433746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's unfortunate that I've only had the pleasure of Adam's company on a few occasions. Typically when we do see each other we tend to corner ourselves off and discuss art, music and cinema away from the interruption of others. I feel something of a kindred spirit with Adam so seeing his mind at work in this project is almost like holding a mirror up to myself in some ways. Like all good art &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt; often reflects the things we think and feel but haven't yet expressed. An affirmation of our own condition, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past experience I know just how difficult it can be to set yourself the task of doing one piece of work a day. I set myself the task of doing one piece per week some time ago and lasted no way near a year, so I have the utmost respect for Adam in gracefully achieving what he set out to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt; is most definitely not a case of quantity over quality and the time frame lends a stream of consciousness aspect to the work. Despite the amount of drawings you still get a sense of how deeply Adam feels in virtually every piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider Adam a graphic artist whether he likes it, or not. The definition of graphic art is the ability to communicate an idea, in two-dimensional form, without the need of spoken word. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raising The Flag &lt;/span&gt;(pictured here) communicates quite complex ideas and surpasses the written word completely, which is a very rare gift. Although it might not seem so on first glance there's also a great deal of sensitivity in this volume of work and other times not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stayed at Adam's house, after a show in Liverpool, I went for an early morning walk with Adam and his brother Graeme. At one point the two of them stopped to inspect some poo on the ground and discussed how long it had been there and who its owner may have been, in all sincerity. My first thought was “These guy's are trying to freak me out!” but it seems Adam's preoccupation with shit is undeniable. So, it came as no surprise to me therefore to discover that excrement features quite highly in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt; (as subject matter, not content).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy to be able to edit this project into book format. During the year that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt; appeared as a blog I would often have to psyche myself up before finding out what was going on in Adam's world. The drawings are definitely disturbing at times and other times they are almost too close to home to garner enjoyment from and I'd have to cover my eyes in order to look at them. I felt the need to leave feedback for Adam on practically every drawing but found it really difficult without coming across as a complete arsehole. I mean, how many times can you say “You're breaking my heart!” and have it sound sincere? Internet culture almost forces us to comment on virtually everything judging by the wealth of mediocrity out there. Fortunately this old fashioned book has no comment box and I hope that will encourage people to take their time, make their own minds up and have their hearts broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; is published by Sea Records and available to order &lt;a href="http://www.searecords.co.uk/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-660327284284437586?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/660327284284437586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/ate-something-bad-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/660327284284437586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/660327284284437586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/ate-something-bad-book.html' title='Ate Something Bad: The Book'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymYL0eqf0-o/TYKjLxwAr5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/l-utMCz09mI/s72-c/14%2BRaising%2BThe%2BFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7646208563434679534</id><published>2011-06-25T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:04:25.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are a couple of videos, shot out of the car window, from our honeymoon road-trip to the California desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eOhXhn4cXEk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QPddK01ik7U" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7646208563434679534?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7646208563434679534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/honeymoon-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7646208563434679534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7646208563434679534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/08/honeymoon-videos.html' title='Honeymoon Videos'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eOhXhn4cXEk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8844216183650649034</id><published>2011-06-19T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:34:01.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBlTN8FkVm0/TozkrVkZfbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uDMX5VbEkko/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBlTN8FkVm0/TozkrVkZfbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uDMX5VbEkko/s400/IMG_1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660150264873188786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-489fcq81yBQ/TozkrHQUd9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Q7vRLCuYD6Q/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-489fcq81yBQ/TozkrHQUd9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Q7vRLCuYD6Q/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660150261030877138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who contributed to our honeymoon fund. Frances and I are happy to report that we made it back to North Carolina safely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We set off the day after the wedding ceremony and spent the first night with our friends Julie and Nathanael at their beautiful home in Asheville. From there we took the I-40 west heading through Knoxville, Nashville, Memphis, Little Rock, Oklahoma City, Albuquerque, Flagstaff and Las Vegas. We spent some time in the Mojave Desert where these pictures were taken. Seeing my first Joshua Tree was some sort of epiphany for me, it seems. Driving across America is terribly romantic and felt like the perfect thing for us to do for our honeymoon. On our return we took the old Route 66 through Barstow, Gallup, Shawnee and a bunch of places that I'll probably never be able to recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a breakdown in Memphis but luckily we were helped by guardian angels at the garage and your kindness. There's absolutely no way that we could've managed this trip without your generosity. Those of you who did help us financially will be hearing from us soon. We have gifts from our trip for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8844216183650649034?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8844216183650649034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8844216183650649034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8844216183650649034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBlTN8FkVm0/TozkrVkZfbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uDMX5VbEkko/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1991972633359202911</id><published>2011-06-03T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:45:54.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYGuicWl5cc/Tozqf9uxylI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bymMJWT_FLo/s1600/Kristian%2BFrances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYGuicWl5cc/Tozqf9uxylI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bymMJWT_FLo/s400/Kristian%2BFrances.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660156666565478994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm happy to report that after a fourteen month battle with U.S. Immigration that Frances and I are finally married!!! By some coincidence we ended getting married on June 3rd, two years to the day that I proposed to Frances at Cape Lookout. Our wedding ceremony was a simple affair held at the downtown courthouse and later we held a more intimate blessing, conducted by Betsy Blake, in the park across the street from Frances's apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm amazed at how we actually managed to pull this off almost flawlessly, it seems, with virtually no time to prepare at all. I'm humbled by the support that our friends have given us in preparation for the wedding. It just goes to show that most things can be conquered with the love and support of friends and family and I will always be grateful to everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Kat Lamp for taking this picture of us on our way to the courthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1991972633359202911?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1991972633359202911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1991972633359202911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1991972633359202911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-did-it.html' title='We Did It!'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYGuicWl5cc/Tozqf9uxylI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bymMJWT_FLo/s72-c/Kristian%2BFrances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8806174548597400403</id><published>2011-05-12T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:29:26.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zabriskie Point Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lf8Ds6H3cwk/TccsGm3EZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2L2yRJJ_KIo/s1600/zbtext.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lf8Ds6H3cwk/TccsGm3EZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2L2yRJJ_KIo/s320/zbtext.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604496753308231602" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Frances and I hoping to take a road trip to Zabriskie Point in Death Valley for our honeymoon. We figure we need $1,000 in order for us to be able to make this trip and we're looking to friends and family to help us raise funds in order to be able to do this. We've always talked about taking a road trip to the desert after our wedding and we would love to make this a reality. Our wedding date is set for June 3rd 2011 and we aim to head out around June 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="style4"&gt;The trip is likely to be a one-week round trip from North Carolina to Southern California. Hopefully we'll be able to hit some other landmarks along the way such as the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas and Joshua Tree National Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zabriskie Point&lt;/em&gt; is the title of the 1970 Michelangelo Antonioni film, which we're both big fans of, and also the location of U2's &lt;em&gt;Joshua Tree&lt;/em&gt; album cover. Despite this, the desert is our number one destination and Zabriskie Point seems as good a place as any to aim for.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="style4"&gt;Everyone who makes a donation will receive a postcard from us along our route, a Polaroid photograph, a mix CD and a Zabriskie Point button, as well as our love and gratitude, of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We would love to make this trip to celebrate our marriage and to recover from what has been a very difficult year apart. Any donations would be gratefully accepted by us and you can make a donation for any amount using the PayPal button below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Frances and Kristian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;input src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_US/GB/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online." border="0" type="image"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;img alt="" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_GB/i/scr/pixel.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8806174548597400403?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8806174548597400403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/05/zabriskie-point-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8806174548597400403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8806174548597400403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/05/zabriskie-point-honeymoon.html' title='Zabriskie Point Honeymoon'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lf8Ds6H3cwk/TccsGm3EZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2L2yRJJ_KIo/s72-c/zbtext.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-148473482074502640</id><published>2011-04-25T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:54:03.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Invites Go Out Today!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMRXPnNC3A0/TwmuBYuNExI/AAAAAAAAAtU/KstNuvlLBR4/s1600/Wedding%252BInvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMRXPnNC3A0/TwmuBYuNExI/AAAAAAAAAtU/KstNuvlLBR4/s400/Wedding%252BInvite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695274542626050834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPcwNGLaWDQ/TwjfO6KdMsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/C2n8-jnyeg4/s1600/Wedding%2BInvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-148473482074502640?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/148473482074502640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-invites-go-out-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/148473482074502640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/148473482074502640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-invites-go-out-today.html' title='Wedding Invites Go Out Today!!!'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMRXPnNC3A0/TwmuBYuNExI/AAAAAAAAAtU/KstNuvlLBR4/s72-c/Wedding%252BInvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-966007275544670829</id><published>2011-03-18T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:35:52.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Awe of Waugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdTd_9iyVFQ/TYQn0VCE3fI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IyiBWa5Wrro/s1600/bridesheadrevisited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdTd_9iyVFQ/TYQn0VCE3fI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IyiBWa5Wrro/s400/bridesheadrevisited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585633217798790642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been on a complete Evelyn Waugh tip recently. I have Frances to thank for turning me on to the world of Waugh. Since the turn of the year I've read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Handful of Dust, Brideshead Revisited, Decline and Fall&lt;/span&gt; and most recently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vile Bodies&lt;/span&gt;. The latter is one of the most difficult books I've read in a long time with seemingly a new character being introduced on virtually every page of the book and almost impossible for me to keep up with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Handful of Dust&lt;/span&gt; is an incredible book that left me in the grip of depression and anger for days, if not weeks, afterwards. I do think a lot of people miss the intended humour in Waugh's writing but I think it's clear that a lot of his later works were written in depressive states. He has such an esoteric mind which can clearly be seen in the endings of the majority of his novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found myself becoming completely obsessive about Waugh's magnum opus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brideshead Revisited,&lt;/span&gt; and have read the book, watched the television series and listened to Geoffrey Burgon's soundtrack ad-infinitum in the past year almost to the point of being able to quote every line (certainly of the television series). I'm of the opinion that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brideshead  Revisited&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest British novel that I've ever read. The depth of the book is kind of shocking to me in a way; Catholicism, homosexuality, redemption, alcoholism, Sebastian's insatiable need to be left alone, escapism, the British class system, morality, death and salvation, etc and all set between two World Wars. The mind boggles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly surprised that I could actually give two hoots about public-school twits and the British upper-middle classes in the 1920s but the characters are just so compelling that its difficult not to feel some sort of empathy with, or interest in, them. Perhaps it's the fact that I've been working at a manor house these past six months that makes me want to indulge in these characters somewhat. I think I'm also wanting to discover more about my own Englishness now that I'm on the verge of moving to America. Whatever, the scope of this novel leaves me reeling every time I think about it. As in life very little gets resolved in this story which makes me want to return to it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-966007275544670829?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/966007275544670829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-awe-of-waugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/966007275544670829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/966007275544670829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-awe-of-waugh.html' title='In Awe of Waugh'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdTd_9iyVFQ/TYQn0VCE3fI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IyiBWa5Wrro/s72-c/bridesheadrevisited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-795970479554120816</id><published>2011-03-06T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:23:55.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron's Love Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SM3Q_tf2UXc/TXQLMoObm5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/4SdE4TEtP5w/s1600/Sexsmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SM3Q_tf2UXc/TXQLMoObm5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/4SdE4TEtP5w/s320/Sexsmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581098149803170706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was really thrilled to see the Ron Sexsmith documentary&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love Shines&lt;/span&gt; on BBC4 recently. I've long been an admirer of Ron's and it fills me with happiness to see him receiving some sort of mainstream media attention. After hearing that Bob Rock was producing his new album I was worried that the documentary might be an exploitative train wreck but I found it to be a really sensitive reflection of his life and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron has always felt like some sort of long lost brother to me. There's a fragility in his voice and a humbleness to his personality that has always made me love him dearly. It's weird, in this day and age, that those attributes are the very things that hinder him from being a commercially viable artist. I often feel that Ron is too easily swayed by what others want of him or what he feels he needs to be doing in order to have a hit record. Some songs have suffered from his producer's attempts to make him sound contemporary. Despite this the beauty and honesty of Ron's songs always shines through. I can understand Ron's preoccupation with wanting a larger audience, we all need to put bread on the table, but I'm not sure it would be in his best interests on a personal level. Having to deal with all the bullshit that comes hand-in-hand with being a commercial artist could be disastrous for someone  who professes to be plagued by low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's audience has always confused me. I sincerely thought I'd turned up at the wrong show when I dragged Emma and Guy along to see him in Sheffield for the first time. The audience was full of men in their 50s and I felt well and truly out of place. It's been exactly the same the five or six times I've seen him since. I've never really been able to understand this phenomenon as I don't consider Ron's music to be middle-of-the-road necessarily. Perhaps it is, I just find it difficult to think in those terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very natural beauty to his melodies and lyrics and an incredible weight of honesty in his emotive voice. More than anything though I think the integrity of his song writing is really the key to his appeal. I could list ten songs right off the top of my head that I absolutely adore and I would imagine his songs have been on 90% of the mixes I've made in the last ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download four songs I've recorded at Ron shows over the years from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/Sexsmith.zip"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this performance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just My Heart Talkin&lt;/span&gt;g on the Jools Holland show from 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PTX28f3tsU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-795970479554120816?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/795970479554120816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/03/rons-love-shines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/795970479554120816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/795970479554120816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/03/rons-love-shines.html' title='Ron&apos;s Love Shines'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SM3Q_tf2UXc/TXQLMoObm5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/4SdE4TEtP5w/s72-c/Sexsmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6597286134346074148</id><published>2011-02-01T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:02:07.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Green World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUiuRSmf_5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-ZF_XmXPPD8/s1600/Brian%252BEno%252BAnother%252BGreen%252BWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUiuRSmf_5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-ZF_XmXPPD8/s320/Brian%252BEno%252BAnother%252BGreen%252BWorld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568892551317946258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had such a thing as a list of all-time favourite records then this would have to be on it! Listen &lt;a href="http://kristiangoddard.net/AnotherGreenWorld.zip"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6597286134346074148?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6597286134346074148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-green-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6597286134346074148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6597286134346074148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-green-world.html' title='Another Green World'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUiuRSmf_5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-ZF_XmXPPD8/s72-c/Brian%252BEno%252BAnother%252BGreen%252BWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6347876141737269644</id><published>2011-01-30T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:11:28.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I've been waiting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threads&lt;/span&gt; to appear on YouTube and now I've had the chance to watch it for the first time in twenty-six years it seems to have been pretty well ingrained in my mind. It's a BBC play, set in Sheffield in 1984, that shows the effects of nuclear war. It left me traumatised after watching this as an eleven year old and having nightmares about it for years afterwards. I do distinctly remember the mid-80s being a period of confusion and fear. There was an air-raid siren above my school and we did actually perform nuclear attack drills from time to time. I went to bed terrified most nights due to my vivid imagination or things I'd seen on television and it's hardly surprising seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threads&lt;/span&gt; again. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; intense and there are some especially harrowing scenes in the second half of the play. I guess this opens up a debate about what we submit children to. I can't say that I took too many positives from watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iQo0BQM3OlQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if kids these days have the same amount of fear thrust upon them as I did when I was a kid. Maybe the terrorist threat or something... It's hard to tell but I guess every generation has some sort of universal fear to contend with. These fears are either very real or pure propaganda, however they can often be very traumatic. Growing up in Cold War Europa was quite difficult in many ways. As well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threads &lt;/span&gt;I remember being scared stiff of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the Wind Blows&lt;/span&gt; and even the Frankie Goes To Hollywood "Two Tribes" video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always convinced myself that U2's "War" album was the soundtrack to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threads &lt;/span&gt;but it seems the only music in the play is ol' Chuck Berry. I'm sure I must've got mixed up with the play and the music blasting from my brother's bedroom. It's fair to say that both left a big impression on me and go hand in hand in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6347876141737269644?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6347876141737269644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/01/threads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6347876141737269644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6347876141737269644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/01/threads.html' title='Threads'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iQo0BQM3OlQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4361708160268324082</id><published>2011-01-11T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:02:55.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley Kubrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kristiangoddard.net/1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 340px;" src="http://kristiangoddard.net/1526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kristiangoddard.net/1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4361708160268324082?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4361708160268324082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/02/stanley-kubrick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4361708160268324082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4361708160268324082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/02/stanley-kubrick.html' title='Stanley Kubrick'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1182575940972124272</id><published>2011-01-08T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:46:17.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlaxton College 40th Anniversary Logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUndo2BEVrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/euf49zkVjls/s1600/Harlaxton%2BCollege%2BLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUndo2BEVrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/euf49zkVjls/s320/Harlaxton%2BCollege%2BLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569226107984828082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My logo design has been chosen by Harlaxton College to celebrate their 40th anniversary year. The design brings together the British Union Jack and the American Stars and Stripes to create a new unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlaxton College,  based in my home town of Grantham, is the British campus of Evansville University. I've been working at the college the last few months until my U.S. visa is approved and it feels good for me to be able to contribute something to the anniversary year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1182575940972124272?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1182575940972124272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/01/harlaxton-college-40th-anniversary-logo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1182575940972124272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1182575940972124272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2011/01/harlaxton-college-40th-anniversary-logo.html' title='Harlaxton College 40th Anniversary Logo'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TUndo2BEVrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/euf49zkVjls/s72-c/Harlaxton%2BCollege%2BLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2504506320231630512</id><published>2010-12-24T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:28:07.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TRSPDjtU4CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/My4M9_kcISE/s1600/6a011570c054cb970b0133f588e050970b-400wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TRSPDjtU4CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/My4M9_kcISE/s320/6a011570c054cb970b0133f588e050970b-400wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554221531742396450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems the phenomenon I call the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake Soul Lip Quiver&lt;/span&gt; is still very much in force these days. Every time I walk past the television at home I'm submitted to this fakery. I guess Whitney Houston started all this in the late-Eighties, the cocaine soul era. It's hilarious, and incredibly depressing to me, that quivering lips is the modern day indication that something is soulful. I just cannot believe that these self-professed diva's can actually continue to get away with it. It is hard to do though but who really cares about vocal gymnastics? Having said all this, I caught "I Will Always Love You" on the radio the other day and was really taken aback by how amazing the first forty seconds of that song are! If you lose the chorus then it's on a par with some Nina Simone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost drives me to tears when I do occasionally encounter things like X-Factor on the television and people's inability to distinguish between the real and the fake. Anyway, I guess this all just a question of whether you consider music to be entertainment or art and I really can't waste my energy discussing it in regards to modern culture. I just wish we could get Otis Redding on X-Factor and finish the whole fucking thing! If we do eventually encounter aliens and they want to know about the human condition we just need to put on an Otis Redding forty-five and we're all set. If their advanced civilisation can do better then get them to send  me a tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2504506320231630512?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2504506320231630512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/12/soul-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2504506320231630512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2504506320231630512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/12/soul-lips.html' title='Soul Lips'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TRSPDjtU4CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/My4M9_kcISE/s72-c/6a011570c054cb970b0133f588e050970b-400wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7982355784664686493</id><published>2010-12-15T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:54:40.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimal Wave Vol. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TPpg1ASYcuI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZIoKOzbzHk0/s1600/Vol3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TPpg1ASYcuI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZIoKOzbzHk0/s320/Vol3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546852354786620130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Dear Readers! You can now download the third, and possibly final, Minimal Wave mix from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/minimalwave3.zip"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklisting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.SS-Say: Care&lt;br /&gt;02.Stereo: No More&lt;br /&gt;03.Vital Signs: Trading In&lt;br /&gt;04.H.D.: Come With Us&lt;br /&gt;05.Rupert Hine: Picture Phone&lt;br /&gt;06.Jonas Sjostrom: Visioner Av Guld&lt;br /&gt;07.Malaria!: You You&lt;br /&gt;08.Pattern Clear: Waiting In The Wings&lt;br /&gt;09.The Naughtiest Girl Was A Monitor: Is All I Need&lt;br /&gt;10.Days Of Sorrow: I Travel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7982355784664686493?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7982355784664686493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/minimal-wave-vol-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7982355784664686493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7982355784664686493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/minimal-wave-vol-3.html' title='Minimal Wave Vol. 3'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TPpg1ASYcuI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZIoKOzbzHk0/s72-c/Vol3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5800573822700179880</id><published>2010-12-01T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:21:56.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKg9tuSbXmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKg9tuSbXmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visuals by Bernard Lodge/Audio by Delia Derbyshire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-5800573822700179880?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/5800573822700179880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5800573822700179880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5800573822700179880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-death.html' title='Like Death'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5269109179357464199</id><published>2010-11-13T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:25:30.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimal Wave Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TOAZz9VP--I/AAAAAAAAANg/ehcYRIz47MQ/s1600/Minimal%2BWave%2BVol.%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TOAZz9VP--I/AAAAAAAAANg/ehcYRIz47MQ/s320/Minimal%2BWave%2BVol.%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539455922093423586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vol. 2 of my Minimal Wave mixes is now available for download from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/minimalwave2.zip" target=""&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklisting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Chris Carter: Beat&lt;br /&gt;02.Ruth: Polaroïd/Roman/Photo&lt;br /&gt;03.The Neon Judgement: The Fashion Party&lt;br /&gt;04.Throbbing Gristle: Hot On The Heels Of Love&lt;br /&gt;05.Circuit 7: Video Boys&lt;br /&gt;06.Shoc Corridor: My Secret In The East&lt;br /&gt;07.Absolute Body Control: Is There An Exit&lt;br /&gt;08.Linear Movement: Night In June&lt;br /&gt;09.Tara Cross: No More Drugs&lt;br /&gt;10.Poeme Electronique: The Echoes Fade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-5269109179357464199?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/5269109179357464199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/minimal-wave-vol-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5269109179357464199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/5269109179357464199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/minimal-wave-vol-2.html' title='Minimal Wave Vol. 2'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TOAZz9VP--I/AAAAAAAAANg/ehcYRIz47MQ/s72-c/Minimal%2BWave%2BVol.%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8369849301257811876</id><published>2010-11-08T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:45:23.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alisia Casper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbHOCrn0vH8/TuBpd9fODlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/G6shn-D62_M/s1600/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbHOCrn0vH8/TuBpd9fODlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/G6shn-D62_M/s320/splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683658693184196178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Leeds based artist Alisia Casper has asked me to produce a website for her which you can find &lt;a href="http://www.alisiacasper.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisia also has a lovely voice and is a great songwriter. She has released her recordings on &lt;a href="http://www.searecords.co.uk/"&gt;Sea Records&lt;/a&gt; and Daniel Werner's &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/drahtwald"&gt;Drahtwald &lt;/a&gt;label. Please check-out her music on her MySpace page &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alisiacasper"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Her new site is the home for all of  Alisia's art including her fabulous drawings, paintings and photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8369849301257811876?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8369849301257811876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/alisia-casper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8369849301257811876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8369849301257811876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/11/alisia-casper.html' title='Alisia Casper'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbHOCrn0vH8/TuBpd9fODlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/G6shn-D62_M/s72-c/splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7552669585967140519</id><published>2010-10-25T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:46:20.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made of Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lUFWi7tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/h2zP-E0HTu8/s1600/The%2BStone%2BRoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lUFWi7tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/h2zP-E0HTu8/s320/The%2BStone%2BRoses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534613125281803986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally,  after a year of saving up I’ve finally been able to get my hands on a  copy of The Stone Roses beautiful 20th anniversary box set. It’s become  more apparent in recent years just how important The Stone Roses have  been in my life. In many ways their debut album symbolises my move into  adulthood as much a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I was fifteen and in th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e middle of my final school exams when I got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;see  them play at Oxford Polytechnic in May 1989, a week or so before their  debut album cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e out. How I managed to sag off school and get to Oxford  at that age is beyond me but I somehow pulled it off. Seeing them was  the final nail in the coffin of my education and, for better or worse,  part of the inspiration for me to explore the arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess you could call it my first proper gig as up until that point I’d only seen local bands o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r  stadium rock. So to see a band who had just recorded one of the best  debut albums of all time with the world at their feet is an  extraordinary thing and probably something that I didn’t fully  appreciate at the time. I thought all band’s would be this good… When they played live you had the feeling that the music could fall apart at any moment and that is testimony to the fragility of the music. Sometimes it's  only in retrospect when it occurs to you how beautiful it really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;While The La's re-recorded and re-recorded their album The Stone Roses  appeared on the scene completely usurping them and changing the face of  British music for a generation. I always found that a little bit hard to  swallow and when The La's record was finally released it felt  antiquated in comparison. Even though I lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ved The Stone Roses dearly I  always felt slightly that they were taken away from me and were only "my  band" for a week or so. I've never read such across the board praise  for an album in the music pres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;s  before or since that album was released. My loss has to do with seeing  them play on the verge of becoming huge but it also with the hoards  of fashion kids who adored them. Wearing exactly the clothes as your  favourite band always seems like a completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;futile gesture to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I  can't count how many bands I saw, most notably The Stone Throwers,  wearing flares, floral hoodies and covering their  instruments in paint splatters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lLIjuQbI/AAAAAAAAANI/ja0TMi2aMRw/s1600/Made%2Bof%2BStone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lLIjuQbI/AAAAAAAAANI/ja0TMi2aMRw/s320/Made%2Bof%2BStone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612971523555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I  have to admit that I was initially attracted to the pictures of the  band that I’d seen in Sounds and the NME. They were of the few ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;nds to  successfully combine musical and visual imagery since The Who. A  generation of kids really did learn about Jackson Pollock through The  Stone Roses. John Squire’s paintings, often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; attempts to visualise the  sound of The Jesus and Mary Chain’s feedback, became iconic and much  copied. Vandalising their record companies office with tins of paint, as  a substitute for baseball bats, is probably one of the best pop art  statements of the decade. Also, they were just so bizarre looking and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;d  one of the most charismatic front men for years. Ian Brown was an  angelic looking boy but there was also something Neanderthal about him. I  guess I was kind of fascinated by that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What  strikes me about this al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bum is that every single track is fantastic and  it's still one of the most complete records I’ve ever heard. It’s indescribably  right for it’s time and place with one foot in the past and an eye on  the future. You can quite easily draw a line from The Smiths, Primal  Scream and the Postcard Records bands to The Stone Roses but this is  really the sound of mopsters letting their hair down. The roots just as  firmly planted in Chicago as much as they are in northern Britain and  influenced as much by 'Voodoo Ray' as they were by the psychedelic bands  of the Sixties. Along with De La Soul’s 'Three Feet High and Rising' it  should be held up as one of the defining records of the post cold-war  era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lDAQpoiI/AAAAAAAAANA/r1lDzHzbYH0/s1600/Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lDAQpoiI/AAAAAAAAANA/r1lDzHzbYH0/s320/Roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612831857123874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The  album has more in common with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; the euphoria of acid house than it does  psychedelia or indie rock. The sense of space in the music is key to its  place and time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I  never took ecstasy at the time but perhaps I should have. God knows how  many countryside raves I was dragged along to as a teenager sitting in the corner listening to  crappy house music surrounded by people getting wasted and foaming at  the mouth. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hat and peer pressure were definitely what put me off taking  it. I generally have never listened to music as a means of escapism,  rather as a way of turning myself on to the world around me and this  album is definitely a major turn on! Having said that the opening chords  of 'Waterfall' are as close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  an aural orgasm (ahem) as I’ve experienced. Despite the obvious  euphoria of the record there's a melancholy and eeriness to the music  rem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;insicent of Love's best work 'Forever Changes'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There  are so many elements that make this record astonishing. I hate the word  “chemistry” when applied to bands but The Stone Roses really did have a  perfect mix. Everything is built around the brilliance of the bass and  drums, probably best highlighted on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhNS6MsCEpc" target="_blank"&gt;'Waterfall'&lt;/a&gt;, which is about as loose  as any British rhythm section ever got. Their philosophy was to separate the kick, snare drum and hi-hat for the belly, head and shoulders respectively. Without question they brought  about a new awareness of rhythm, not just in Britain but across the  Atlantic too where they ended up being sampled by Run DMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7k3QgDq-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ydObu3eYPvA/s1600/Other%2BSide%2Bof%2BMidnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7k3QgDq-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ydObu3eYPvA/s320/Other%2BSide%2Bof%2BMidnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534612630058281954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The  cinematic opening sprawl of 'I Wanna Be Adored' is the sound of Joy  Division’s 'Shadowplay' on temazepam. Check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;it out at 45rpm! But,  there’s so much joy in this record and that I think is what brings  people back to it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ian  Brown is criminally underrated as a lyricist too. 'Bye Bye Badman' is a  song inspired by the Situationists and the Paris riots of 1968. The lemons on the album  cover in homage to the lemons sucked on by rioters to dispel the effects of tear gas.  'Elizabeth My Dear' is a cheeky medieval sounding anti-monarchy lament to  the tune of 'Scarborough Fair'. 'Standing Here' is one of the great  modern love songs with the lines “I could park a juggernaut in your  mouth. I can feel a hurricane when you shout. I should be safe forever  in your arms.” in the beautiful second half of the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reni’s harmonies really cannot be understated when you  listen to 'The Stone  Roses' and are a perfect counterpoint to Ian  Brown's lead vocals.  Hearing the demos for the first time here makes  you appreciate just how hard  John Leckie must have worked to get Ian  Brown to sing in tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There's  something pretty esoteric about Ian Brown which can probably be best  heard on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IFeR7tQNdo&amp;amp;ob=av2e" target="_blank"&gt;'Fools Gold'&lt;/a&gt;, a criptic denouncement of capitalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately  The Stone Roses legacy is that they were a pre-cursor to Britpop and  the nihilistic male posturing that came with it. That totally annoys me  and misses the point. Having complete belief in what you do  without seeming arrogant being the main difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seem to be alone amongst most of my friends in my devotion to The Stone Roses so it's really something to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;be  able to share these songs with Frances. I have beautiful memories of  listening to a cassette copy of the album on our way to the North  Carolina coast at night time. As a parallel it seems  that The Stone Roses album was just as forming and important for her  as it was for me and that is testament to the power and grace of this music. Even twenty years on these are still songs to live  your life by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7552669585967140519?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7552669585967140519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-of-stone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7552669585967140519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7552669585967140519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/10/made-of-stone.html' title='Made of Stone'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TM7lUFWi7tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/h2zP-E0HTu8/s72-c/The%2BStone%2BRoses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4757470693006006221</id><published>2010-08-13T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:07:59.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Badge Maker!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TH_JSx1SoYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jrZr2VA8CrA/s1600/Badges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TH_JSx1SoYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jrZr2VA8CrA/s320/Badges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512345793376461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you need any badges made then get in touch. The size is 1-inch and I can make large or small runs of badges. Just send me your image and make sure it fits nicely within a circle. Message me at: kristiangoddard(at)hotmail(dot)com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4757470693006006221?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4757470693006006221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-badge-maker.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4757470693006006221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4757470693006006221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-badge-maker.html' title='I Have A Badge Maker!!!'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TH_JSx1SoYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jrZr2VA8CrA/s72-c/Badges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-2607441799136232081</id><published>2010-08-09T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:23:36.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Jam Econo (The Book)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TFWcPl4pmLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_qMIpBFsd3U/s1600/We+Jam+Econo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TFWcPl4pmLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_qMIpBFsd3U/s320/We+Jam+Econo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500474311584618674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After four years of delays I'm excited to announce that the book version of &lt;a href="http://www.theminutemen.com/" target="_blank"&gt;We Jam Econo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Story of the Minutemen&lt;/i&gt; will be published in 2011 by &lt;a href="http://www.akashicbooks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Akashic Books&lt;/a&gt;, NY. You can pre-order the book through Amazon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/We-Jam-Econo-Story-Minutemen/dp/1936070995/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1290865367&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project has been a labour of love for me working as the sole editor and designer. It offers all the interviews conducted for the documentary including those that didn't make it into the final cut. The contributors include Thurston Moore, Henry Rollins, Ian MacKaye, Richard Hell, Lee Ranaldo, Flea and Mike Mills amongst others. It's been a long process designing the whole book but through it all I've been inspired by the music of the Minutemen as well as &lt;a href="http://www.mikewatt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mike Watt&lt;/a&gt;'s words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book will contain 170 illustrated pages. The Minutemen lyrics are also presented for the first time in print! You can see some sample spreads  from the book &lt;a href="http://kristiangoddard.net/editorial.htm" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-2607441799136232081?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/2607441799136232081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-jam-econo-book.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2607441799136232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/2607441799136232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-jam-econo-book.html' title='We Jam Econo (The Book)'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TFWcPl4pmLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_qMIpBFsd3U/s72-c/We+Jam+Econo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8211703492003237631</id><published>2010-08-06T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:50:03.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGF1NKJhM3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LSJWBy_EsNE/s1600/Nina+Hagen+Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGF1NKJhM3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LSJWBy_EsNE/s320/Nina+Hagen+Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503809088546485106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sleeveface.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://ifun.ru/view/89049" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8211703492003237631?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8211703492003237631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8211703492003237631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8211703492003237631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-fun.html' title='Always Fun'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGF1NKJhM3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LSJWBy_EsNE/s72-c/Nina+Hagen+Band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8799221849805156240</id><published>2010-08-04T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:26:51.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimal Wave Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGHTUe4VNNI/AAAAAAAAALI/CqetuMAbniE/s1600/Volume+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGHTUe4VNNI/AAAAAAAAALI/CqetuMAbniE/s320/Volume+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503912568463635666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday and I'll make a mix if I want to!!! You can download it from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/minimalwave1.zip" target=""&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklisting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;01.Absolute Body Control: Figures&lt;br /&gt;02.Stereo: Somewhere In The Night&lt;br /&gt;03.Bal Paré: Palais d'Amour&lt;br /&gt;04.Peppermint Lounge: Perfect High&lt;br /&gt;05.Eleven Pond: Watching Trees&lt;br /&gt;06.Chris &amp;amp; Cosey: Heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;07.Nine Circles: Twinkling Stars&lt;br /&gt;08.Neon Eyes: Communication Without Sound&lt;br /&gt;09.Black Fantasy: Evil Places&lt;br /&gt;10.Victrola: Maritime Tatami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-8799221849805156240?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/8799221849805156240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/minimal-wave-vol-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8799221849805156240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/8799221849805156240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/minimal-wave-vol-1.html' title='Minimal Wave Vol. 1'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGHTUe4VNNI/AAAAAAAAALI/CqetuMAbniE/s72-c/Volume+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4343681013463421570</id><published>2010-08-01T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:44:54.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Something Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtw9dta7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bqhJrW2lzn4/s1600/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtw9dta7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bqhJrW2lzn4/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503871276267957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://atesomethingbad.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ate Something Bad&lt;/a&gt; is the work of my friend Adam Hell. One drawing per day for a year, I believe. I know how difficult it is to do something like that, so I really appreciate this blog. Hilarious and heart breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4343681013463421570?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4343681013463421570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/01/ate-something-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4343681013463421570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4343681013463421570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/01/ate-something-bad.html' title='Ate Something Bad'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtw9dta7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bqhJrW2lzn4/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-1567230674623731669</id><published>2010-07-31T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:56:22.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Powers of Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A beautiful 1968 film by Charles and Ray Eames depicting the relative scale of the universe in scales of ten. Life affirming and awe-inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRFScPVVOkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRFScPVVOkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-1567230674623731669?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/1567230674623731669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/07/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1567230674623731669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/1567230674623731669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/07/how.html' title='The Powers of Ten'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7314458063754265311</id><published>2010-07-01T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:19:31.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Is More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtYmx9lvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aivh2R42ljI/s1600/DR_DM_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtYmx9lvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aivh2R42ljI/s320/DR_DM_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503870857862026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When times get bad I usually find myself turning to minimalist design in order to stay focused on the good things in life. The work of Dieter Rams has always brought me comfort since I discovered his work in the college library on my lunch break. Yeah, I was in the library at dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, this &lt;a href="http://www.bibliothequedesign.com/projects/exhibition-and-environment/design-museum-dieter-rams/" target="_blank"&gt;Design Museum retrospective&lt;/a&gt; is really worth checking out. Rams is without question one of the 20th century's most influential  and pioneering designers. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7314458063754265311?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7314458063754265311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/less-is-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7314458063754265311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7314458063754265311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/08/less-is-more.html' title='Less Is More'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGGtYmx9lvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aivh2R42ljI/s72-c/DR_DM_1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7769767238508889637</id><published>2010-06-07T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:59:05.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneva Jacuzzi Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S_sGLZACuiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VTS8ptDnBpA/s1600/Jacuzzi+Splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S_sGLZACuiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VTS8ptDnBpA/s320/Jacuzzi+Splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474976564758362658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The site I've been making for &lt;a href="http://www.genevajacuzzi.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Geneva Jacuzzi&lt;/a&gt; is now online! &lt;a href="http://www.vinylinternational.com/lamaze.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vinyl International&lt;/a&gt; release her album "Lamaze" on vinyl this week and the new video for Gray Wave City is also exclusively available on the site. Please go there and check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7769767238508889637?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7769767238508889637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/05/geneva-jacuzzi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7769767238508889637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7769767238508889637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/05/geneva-jacuzzi.html' title='Geneva Jacuzzi Site'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S_sGLZACuiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VTS8ptDnBpA/s72-c/Jacuzzi+Splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-4061710203813494682</id><published>2010-04-18T17:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:59:16.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S8t4Ibxk-KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e30ZDHZSH1A/s1600/Joy+Division.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S8t4Ibxk-KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e30ZDHZSH1A/s320/Joy+Division.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461591059406846114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Act Acting Admire Afraid Again Ago An And Angels Angry All Always Another Anymore Apart Around As Assassins At Attracted Are Away Back Barely Bed Been Behind Beside Beware Blue Bodies Body Blame Blood Bloodsport Bodies Brought Building’s But By Cage Campaigned Can Can’t Car Care Cars Case Centre Chance Chair Change Childhood Children Christ City Closed Cold Colours Come Connect Confusion Close Clue Collect Control Corner Corrupted Could Clinging Cracks Crashing Creeping Cried Cross Crowds Dancing Damn Dark Darker Day Death Deep Demanded Depths Descend Despair Destroyed Did Didn’t Die Died Different Directionless Disbelief Distance Distorted Disturbed Do Don’t Door Down Dreams Drink Dust Each Edge Edged Else End Ends Enormous Errors Escape Everything Eyes Expressed Faces Fall Far Faster Fatal Fear Feel Feeling Felt Fence Filled Find Fine Fingers Fire For Flashing Floor For Force Forced Forget Forgotten Found Four Free Frequent Friend Friends From Full Gaps Gave Get Getting Give Gives Glory Glow Go Goaded God’s Going Good Got Group Grouped Guess Guide Gun Habits Had Hand Hard Have Heat Hear Heard Heart Her Here Herself Hey His Hold Hopes Hoping Hour Houses How I’ll I’m In Inserted Interest Is It It’s I’ve Judges Just Keep Kicking Knew Knife Know Knowing Knowledge Land Last Laughed Lay Leads Left Let Lights Like Limits Lines Living Loaded Long Longer Looked Looking Lose Lost Low Made Make Making Man Man’s Many Marked Martyrs Me Means Meet Memory Mess Metallic Mine Mistakes Moment Motion More Move Moves Moving Much My Nail Nature Nearest Neon Never New Nights No Noise Not Normal Nothing Now Obtained Occupied Ocean Odour Of Oh On One One-Sided Only Our Out Outside Over Own Pain Passer-By Pass Past People Phone Pity Place Plain Played Please Pleasure Pleasures Portrait Power Pressure Prisons Proof Prophet Pulled Reaction Red Reflects Regrets Remember Right Rise Road Roads Room Round Row Rules Run Rust Sadness Said Saints Same Sank Saw Say Screamed Screeched Secrets Scene Searching Second Same See Seem Seen Seized Sensation Sensations Sense Senses Set Shades Shadowplay Share She She’s Sheets Shined Shock Show Showed Shown Side Silence Sin Since Skins Slowly Slumps So Some Somehow Someone Something Sons Soon Sound Special Speed Spirit Stairs Stare Start Stay Steel Step Stomach Stop Strain Strangers Streets Style Sure Surrendered Take Takes Talked Taste Tears Tell Ten Tenth Territories That That’s The Their Them Then There There’s These They Thin Think This Those Though Thought Through Time Times To Too Took Told Torn Toys Trail Train Trapped Travelled Treat Trials Tried Truth Trying Turned Twelve Understand Unknown Until Up Upheaval Upon Use Values Violent View Voice Waiting Want Wanted Wall Walked Warmer Waste Wasted Watch Watching Water Way Ways We We’ll Well Weak Were We’ve What When Where Who Why Wide Window Windows Will Wire With Withdrawal Within Without Won’t World Worked Wrong Yeah You Young Your Youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-4061710203813494682?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/4061710203813494682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/04/permanence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4061710203813494682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/4061710203813494682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/04/permanence.html' title='Permanence'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S8t4Ibxk-KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e30ZDHZSH1A/s72-c/Joy+Division.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6328450036428037343</id><published>2010-04-09T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:20:59.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ecstasy And Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S79JKg6NamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GAhJReaPpms/s1600/Ecstasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S79JKg6NamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GAhJReaPpms/s320/Ecstasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458161718377933410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put together a mix for my friend Adam Hell which you can download from my website &lt;a href="http://www.kristiangoddard.net/Ecstasy&amp;amp;Madness.zip" _blank=""&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracklisting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Philip Glass: Metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;02.Body Of John The Baptist: If You Ever Go Away&lt;br /&gt;03.Scott Walker: Boy Child&lt;br /&gt;04.Andrew Hill: Wailing Wall&lt;br /&gt;05.John Foxx: He's A Liquid&lt;br /&gt;06.Kraftwerk: Kometenmelodie&lt;br /&gt;07.Joy Division: N4 Europop  (Martin Hannett Mix)&lt;br /&gt;08.Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark: Navigation&lt;br /&gt;09.Spacemen 3: Feel So Sad&lt;br /&gt;10.Alexander Spence: All Come To Meet Her&lt;br /&gt;11.Shirley Collins: When A Man's In Love&lt;br /&gt;12.Kristian Goddard: Distance&lt;br /&gt;13.The Walker Brothers: Nite Flights&lt;br /&gt;14.David Bowie: Sense Of Doubt&lt;br /&gt;15.New Order: Procession&lt;br /&gt;16.Aphex Twin: Avril 14th&lt;br /&gt;17.Ultravox: My Sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6328450036428037343?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6328450036428037343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecstasy-and-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6328450036428037343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6328450036428037343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecstasy-and-madness.html' title='The Ecstasy And Madness'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S79JKg6NamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GAhJReaPpms/s72-c/Ecstasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-8600109878854567555</id><published>2010-04-01T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:20:49.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloane Magazine Illustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-7500554959702260537</id><published>2010-03-30T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:48:14.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining Ms Sloane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7KIAswf44I/AAAAAAAAAHo/f3vsz31Aevc/s1600/Sloane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454571644295046018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7KIAswf44I/AAAAAAAAAHo/f3vsz31Aevc/s320/Sloane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first issue of &lt;a href="http://www.sloanemag.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sloane Magazine&lt;/a&gt; is published on April 15th. Named after Sloane Peterson, the magazine is aimed at women in their 30s with an emphasis on fashion, beauty, travel, art and design for those who have difficulty identifying with mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by &lt;a href="http://danacordovadesign.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dana Córdova&lt;/a&gt;, the eZine will be released on three platforms: web, as an ebook file for iPad (!) and as a smartphone app. All versions will be interactive with embedded hyperlinks that will trackback to information of interest, products for sale, insider tips, contributors blogs and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be involved with the magazine and have contributed illustrations for this flagship issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-7500554959702260537?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/7500554959702260537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/03/entertaining-ms-sloane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7500554959702260537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/7500554959702260537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/03/entertaining-ms-sloane.html' title='Entertaining Ms Sloane'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7KIAswf44I/AAAAAAAAAHo/f3vsz31Aevc/s72-c/Sloane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-6544331254380095364</id><published>2010-03-29T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:59:47.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Substance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7NqbiR-cRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iHgeFt_vdQ8/s1600/3643003361_d2705b11dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7NqbiR-cRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iHgeFt_vdQ8/s320/3643003361_d2705b11dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454820594967015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://neworder-recycle.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Recycle&lt;/a&gt; is a ridiculously good blog dedicated to Joy Division and New Order. The artwork and audio have been beautifully restored and it really is heartwarming to discover such a labour of love by people obsessed with this music. It really sets the standard for all music blogs to aspire to!!! Life affirming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-6544331254380095364?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/6544331254380095364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/03/substance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6544331254380095364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/6544331254380095364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/03/substance.html' title='Substance'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S7NqbiR-cRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iHgeFt_vdQ8/s72-c/3643003361_d2705b11dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-3333836561421213697</id><published>2010-02-07T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:17:29.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Ono Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S0Yxl3HG6wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qWMejfaRmzM/s1600-h/Plastic+Ono+Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S0Yxl3HG6wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qWMejfaRmzM/s320/Plastic+Ono+Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424077327733025538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the last few years I’ve found myself constantly returning to the John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band record. More and more I think of it as some sort of musical utopia or an ideal of what art and music should and can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first solo album was recorded in October 1970 just a few months after undergoing Primal therapy with Arthur Janov in Los Angeles. The effects of the therapy are easy to hear on the album. The repressed pain and trauma of John’s childhood are spelled out clearly in “Mother”. Never has pain been so clearly expressed on a rock ‘n’ roll album. The beauty of Lennon’s work is the simplicity and directness of language, which is matched here for the first time by simplistic arrangements. Long gone is the studio “trickery” which Lennon had accused George Martin of. The stripped-down nature of the album is even more remarkable when you consider that the psychedelic tour-de-force  “Strawberry Fields Forever” was recorded only three years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a challenging album to listen to for the layman because there is little harmony or musical sophistication to be heard. Here the primary colours of rock at their most vivid. The sound of a man using his art to confront and rid himself of his own demons. Why this album doesn’t top every list of all time greatest albums is beyond me. But, we seem to live in a world obsessed with the surface of things rather than what is actually being expressed, where decisions about music can be made in a matter of seconds based purely on sound. There is no way that the masses would revere an album that is sometimes downright painful to listen to and something that hardly classes as entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Starkey’s drumming is perfectly understated as ever. He really is the perfect accompanist in many ways, I mean who has ever noticed that there are drums on Norwegian Wood? Never are there more than three instruments heard on any track and those elements are wonderfully stripped back to the bare minimum. There is an economy about this music almost as if no notes or beats are allowed to be wasted. The blank canvas of the Beatles’ White Album would have a perfectly appropriate cover in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John had almost completely ostracised himself from the general public by 1970. His relationship with Yoko Ono, drug conviction and mis-quoted statements about Jesus Christ had made the public distrustful of his motives and without the shroud of The Beatles John was really out on his own. The album is almost a denouncement of absolutely everything other than love. Despite this he is still keen to play the everyman, in the Lennon tradition, with a song like “Working Class Hero”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Ono Band has none of the avant-garde leanings of Two Virgins or Life With The Lions. This is strictly art as opposed to entertainment and is the antithesis of intellectualism which John rebelled against so much at the beginning of the 70s. The &lt;a href="http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-lennon-rolling-stone-interview.html" target="_blank"&gt;Rolling Stone Interview&lt;/a&gt; which was published at the same time as the album’s release is almost as notorious as the album itself in which John renounces his work with The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really was nowhere left for John run after this album. His soul is laid bare for all to see and it's hardly surprise that he went into an early retirement only five years later. It's a creative peak and one seldom matched in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848281224863171488-3333836561421213697?l=kristiangoddard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/feeds/3333836561421213697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/02/plastic-ono-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3333836561421213697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848281224863171488/posts/default/3333836561421213697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiangoddard.blogspot.com/2010/02/plastic-ono-blog.html' title='Plastic Ono Blog'/><author><name>Kristian Goddard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11287153901367683460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/TGSHRFoOixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kRMMWecCqV4/S220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vp74AYthz0M/S0Yxl3HG6wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qWMejfaRmzM/s72-c/Plastic+Ono+Band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848281224863171488.post-5967973957100072664</id><published>2010-01-07T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:16:10.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Lennon Rolling Stone Interview 1970</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcpmlfU-2JU/Twhu_1oPDLI/AAAAAAAAAno/EZiKqz4XDCs/s1600/Lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcpmlfU-2JU/Twhu_1oPDLI/AAAAAAAAAno/EZiKqz4XDCs/s320/Lennon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694923771816643762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been fascinated by this interview for a long time and thought I would re-post it here for prosperity. It took place in New York City on December 8th 1970, shortly after John and Yoko finished their first solo albums in England. They were in New York to attend to the details of the release of the albums, to make some films, and for a private visit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of your album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it's the best thing I've ever done. I think it's realistic and it's true to the me that has been developing over the years from my life. "I'm a Loser," "Help," "Strawberry Fields," they are all personal records. I always wrote about me when I could. I didn't really enjoy writing third person songs about people who lived in concrete flats and things like that. I like first person music. But because of my hang-ups and many other things; I would only now and then specifically write about me. Now I wrote all about me and that's why I like it. It's me! And nobody else. That's why I like it. It's real, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know about anything else, really, and the few true songs I ever wrote were like "Help" and "Strawberry Fields." I can't think of them all offhand. They were the ones I always considered my best songs. They were the ones I really wrote from experience and not projecting myself into a situation and writing a nice story about it. I always found that phony, but I'd find occasion to do it because I'd be so hung up, I couldn't even think about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this album, there is practically no imagery at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because there was none in my head. There were no hallucinations in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are no "newspaper taxis." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, that's Paul's line. I was consciously writing poetry, and that's self-conscious poetry. But the poetry on this album is superior to anything I've done because it's not self-conscious, in that way. I had the least trouble writing the songs of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: There's no bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: There's no bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The arrangements are also simple and very sparse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I've always liked simple rock. There's a great one in England now, "I Hear You Knocking." I liked the "Spirit in the Sky" a few months back. I always liked simple rock and nothing else. I was influenced by acid and got psychedelic, like the whole generation, but really, I like rock and roll and I express myself best in rock. I had a few ideas to do this with "Mother" and that with "Mother" but when you just hear, the piano does it all for you, your mind can do the rest. I think the backings on mine are as complicated as the backings on any record you've ever heard, if you've got an ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anybody knows that. Any musician will tell you, just play a note on a piano, it's got harmonics in it. It got to that. What the hell, I didn't need anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you put together that litany in "God"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's "litany?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't believe in magic," that series of statements. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, like a lot of the words, it just came out of me mouth. "God" was put together from three songs almost. I had the idea that "God is the concept by which we measure pain," so that when you have a word like that, you just sit down and sing the first tune that comes into your head and the tune is simple, because I like that kind of music and then I just rolled into it. It was just going on in my head and I got by the first three or four, the rest just came out. Whatever came out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you know that you were going to be working towards "I don't believe in Beatles"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know when I realized that I was putting down all these things I didn't believe in. So I could have gone on, it was like a Christmas card list: where do I end? Churchill? Hoover? I thought I had to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: He was going to have a do it yourself type of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Yes, I was going to leave a gap, and just fill in your own words: whoever you don't believe in. It had just got out of hand, and Beatles was the final thing because I no longer believe in myth, and Beatles is another myth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't believe in it. The dream is over. I'm not just talking about the Beatles, I'm talking about the generation thing. It's over, and we gotta -- I have to personally -- get down to so-called reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you become aware that that song would be the one that is played the most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't know that. I don't know. I'll be able to tell in a week or so what's going on, because they [the radio] started off playing "Look At Me" because it was easy, and they probably thought it was the Beatles or something. So I don't know if that is the one. Well, that's the one; "God" and "Working Class Hero" probably are the best whatevers -- sort of ideas or feelings -- on the record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you choose or refer to Zimmerman, not Dylan? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because Dylan is bullshit. Zimmerman is his name. You see, I don't believe in Dylan and I don't believe in Tom Jones, either in that way. Zimmerman is his name. My name isn't John Beatle. It's John Lennon. Just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you tag that cut at the end with "Mummy's Dead"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because that's what's happened. All these songs just came out of me. I didn't sit down to think, "I'm going to write about Mother" or I didn't sit down to think "I'm going to write about this, that or the other." They all came out, like all the best work that anybody ever does. Whether it is an article or what, it's just the best ones that come out, and all these came out, because I had time. If you are on holiday or in therapy, wherever you are, if you do spend time... like in India I wrote the last batch of best songs, like "I'm So Tired" and "Yer Blues." They're pretty realistic, they were about me. They always struck me as -- what is the word? Funny? Ironic? -- that I was writing them supposedly in the presence of guru and meditating so many hours a day, writing "I'm So Tired" and songs of such pain as "Yer Blues" which I meant. I was right in the Maharishi's camp writing "I wanna die..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yer Blues," was that also deliberately meant to be a parody of the English blues scene? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, a bit. I'm a bit self-conscious -- we all were a bit self-conscious and the Beatles were super self-conscious people about parody of Americans which we do and have done. I know we developed our own style but we still in a way parodied American music ... this is interesting: in the early days in England, all the groups were like Elvis and a backing group, and the Beatles deliberately didn't move like Elvis. That was our policy because we found it stupid and bullshit. Then Mick Jagger came out and resurrected "bullshit movement," wiggling your arse. So then people began to say the Beatles were passé because they don't move. But we did it as a conscious move. When we were younger, we used to move, we used to jump around and do all the things they're doing now, like going on stage with toilet seats and shitting and pissing. That's what we were doing in Hamburg and smashing things up. It wasn't a thing that Pete Townshend worked out, it is something that you do when you play six or seven hours. There is nothing else to do: you smash the place up, and you insult everybody. But we were groomed and we dropped all of that and whatever it was that we started off talking about, which was what singing ... what was it? What was the beginning of that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was "Yer Blues" deliberate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, there was a self-consciousness about singing blues. We were all listening to Sleepy John Estes and all that in art school, like everybody else. But to sing it was something else. I'm self conscious about doing it. I think Dylan does it well, you know. In case he's not sure of himself, he makes it double entendre. So therefore he is secure in his Hipness. Paul was saying, "Don't call it 'Yer Blues,' just say it straight." But I was self-conscious and I went for "Yer Blues." I think all that has passed now, because all the musicians... we've all gotten over it. That's self-consciousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: You know, I think John, being John, is a bit unfair to his music in a way. I would like to just add a few things... like he can go on for an hour or something. One thing about Dr. Janov, say if John fell in love, you know he is always falling in love with all sorts of things, from the Marharashi to all what not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[John and Yoko went through four months of intensive therapy with Dr. Arthur Janov, author of 'The Primal Scream' (Putnam's), in Los Angeles, June through September of this year. In October they returned to England, where they made their new albums. "Having a primal," or "primaling," is an extremely intense type of re-living/acting-out experience, around which many of Janov's theories are based.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody knows there is a point on the first song on Yoko's track where the guitar comes in and even Yoko thought it was her voice, because we did all Yoko's in one night, the whole session. Except for the track with Ornette Coleman from the past that we put on to show people that she wasn't discovered by the Beatles and that she's been around a few years. We got stuff of her with Cage, Ornette Coleman... we are going to put out "Oldies But Goldies" next for Yoko. I'll play it again and talk about it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: There is this thing that he just goes on falling in love with all sorts of things. But it is like he fell in love with some girl or something and he wrote this song. Who he fell in love with is not very important, the outcome of the song itself is important. That is very important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For instance, you have to say that a song like "Well, Well, Well" is connected with Primal therapy or the theory of Primal Therapy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The screaming. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, no. Listen to "Cold Turkey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: He's screaming there already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Listen to "Twist and Shout." I couldn't sing the damn thing I was just screaming. Listen to it. Wop-Bop-a-loo-bop-a-Wop-bam-boom. Don't get the therapy confused with the music. Yoko's whole thing was that scream. "Don't Worry, Kyoko" was one of the fuckin' best rock and roll records ever made. Listen to it, and play "Tutti Fruitti." Listen to "Don't Worry, Kyoko" on the other side of "Cold Turkey." I'm digressing from mine, but if somebody with a rock-oriented mind could possibly hear her stuff, you'll see what she's doing. It's fantastic, you know. It's as important as anything we ever did, and it is as important as anything the Stones or Townshend ever did. Listen to it, and you'll hear what she is putting down. On "Cold Turkey" I'm getting towards it. I'm influenced by her music 1000 percent more than I ever was by anybody or anything. She makes music like you've never heard on earth. And when the musicians play with her, they're inspired out of their skulls. I don't know how much they played her record later. We've got a cut of her from the Lyceum in London, 15 or 20 musicians playing with her, from Bonnie and Delaney and the fucking lot. We played the tracks of it the other night. It's the most fantastic music I've ever heard. They've probably gone away and forgotten all about it. It's fantastic. It's like 20 years ahead of its time. Anyway, back to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You once said about "Cold Turkey": "That's not a song, that's a diary." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So is this, you know. I announced "Cold Turkey" at the Lyceum saying, "I'm going to sing a song about pain." So pain and screaming was before Janov. I mean Janov showed me more of my own pain. I went through therapy with him like I told you and I'm probably looser all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you less paranoid now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. Janov showed me how to feel my own fear and pain, therefore I can handle it better than I could before, that's all. I'm the same, only there's a channel. It doesn't just remain in me, it goes round and out. I can move a little easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your experience with heroin? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It just was not too much fun. I never injected it or anything. We sniffed a little when we were in real pain. We got such a hard time from everyone, and I've had so much thrown at me, and at Yoko, especially at Yoko. Like Peter Brown in our office -- and you can put this in -- after we come in after six months he comes down and shakes my hand and doesn't even say hello to her. That's going on all the time. And we get into so much pain that we have to do something about it. And that's what happened to us. We took "H" because of what the Beatles and others were doing to us. But we got out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: You know he really produced his own stuff. Phil is, as you know, well known about as a very skillful sort of technician with electronics and engineering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: But let's not take away from what he did do, which expended a lot of energy and taught me a lot, and I would use him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I learned a lot on this album, technically. I didn't have to learn so much before. Usually Paul and I would be listening to it and we wouldn't have to listen to each individual sound. So there are a few things I learned this time, about bass, one track or another, where you can get more in and where I lost something on a track and some technical things that irritated me finally. But as a concept and as a whole thing, I'm pleased, yes. That's about it, really. If I get down to the nitty gritty, it would drive me mad, but I do like it really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you record, do you go for feeling or perfection of the sound? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like both. I go for feeling. Most takes are right off and most times I sang it and played it at the same time. I can't stand putting the backing on first, then the singing, which is what we used to do in the old days, but those days are dead, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It starts off with bells: why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I was watching TV as usual, in California, and there was this old horror movie on, and the bells sounded like that to me. It was probably different, because those were actually bells slowed down that they used on the album. They just sounded like that and I thought oh, that's how to start "Mother." I knew "Mother" was going to be the first track so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said that you wrote most of the songs in California? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, actually some of it. Actually I wrote "Mother" in England, "Isolation" in England and a few more. I finished them off in California. You will have to push me if you want more detail. "Look At Me" was written around the Beatles' double album time, you know, I just never got it going, there are a few like that lying around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said that this would be the first "Primal Album." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When did I say that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In California. Have you gone off it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't gone off it, it is just that "Primal" is like another mirror, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: He is sort of like any artist, because he really wants to be honest to himself and to the album, I suppose. What he does is just patching up something that is sort of interesting -- so-so, or something. He really puts himself in it, his life in it, you know, and so, like when he went to India, he was influenced by the Maharishi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: It's really like, you know, writers take themselves to Singapore to get the atmosphere. So wherever I am. In that way it is sort of a "Primal" album. It's like George's is the first "Gita" album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: It's that relevant. The Primal Scream is a mirror and he was looking at the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you came out to San Francisco, you wanted to take an advertisement to say, "This Is It!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that is something people will go through at the beginning of that therapy, because you are so astounded with what you find out about yourself. You think, well, surely this is something, because it happens to you, and this must be the first time that it happened. And, it was that we wanted to come. I need a reason for going somewhere -- otherwise I'm too nervous, so I calm myself. So that was a good way of coming to San Francisco to see you. Then I have an objective: "I'm going to do an act and this is what we are coming to do." And we settle down and we just talk. I still think that Janov's therapy is great, you know, but I don't want to make it into a big Maharishi thing. You were right to tell me to forget the advert, and that is why I don't even want to talk about it too much, if people know what I've been through there, and if they want to find out, they can find out, otherwise it turns into that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't want people to think that this is the single thing to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think anything else would work on me. But then of course, I'm not through with it; it's a process that is going on. We primal almost daily. You see, I don't really want to get this big Primal thing going because it is so embarrassing. The thing in a nutshell: primal therapy allowed us to feel feelings continually, and those feelings usually make you cry. That's all. Because before, I wasn't feeling things, that's all. I was blocking the feelings, and when the feelings come through, you cry. It's as simple as that, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think the experience of therapy helped you become a better singer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think your singing is better on this album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's probably better because I have the whole time to myself, you know. I mean I'm pretty good at home with the tapes. This time it was my album and it used to get a bit embarrassing in front of George and Paul, because we know each other so well. We used to be a bit supercritical of each other, so we inhibited each other a lot. And now I have Yoko there, and Phil there, alternatively and together, who sort of love me so that I can perform better, and I relaxed. I've got a whole studio at home now, and I think it will be better next time, because that is even less inhibiting than going to E.M.I. It's like that, but the looseness of the singing was developing on "Cold Turkey" from the experience of Yoko's singing. You see, she does not inhibit her throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It says on the album that Yoko does wind? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. Well, she plays wind, she played atmosphere. She has a musical ear, and she can produce rock and roll. She can produce me, which she did for some of the tracks. I'm not going to start saying that she did this and he did that. But when Phil couldn't come at first... you don't have to be born and bred in rock, she knows when a bass sound is right, and when a guy is playing out of rhythm and when the engineer -- she had a bit of trouble -- the engineer thinks well, who the hell is this? What does she know about it? So, she did that for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Working Class Hero" sounds like an early Dylan song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anybody that sings with a guitar and sings about something heavy would tend to sound like this. I'm bound to be influenced by those, because that is the only kind of real folk music I really listen to. I never liked the fruity Judy Collins and Baez and all of that stuff. So the only folk music I know is about miners up in Newcastle, or Dylan. In that way I would be influenced, but it doesn't sound like Dylan to me. Does it sound like Dylan to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in the instrumentation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's the only way to play. I never listen that hard to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you put in "fucking" deliberately on "Working Class Hero?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. I put it in because it fit. I didn't even realize that there were two in the song until somebody pointed it out. When I actually sang it, I missed a verse which I had to add in later. You do say "fucking crazy"; that is how I speak. I was very near to it many times in the past, but, I would deliberately not put it in, which is the real hypocrisy, the real stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is November 5th? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In England it's the day they blew up the Houses of Parliament so we celebrate by having bonfires every November 5th, Guy Fawkes Day. It just was an ad lib: it was about the third take, and I got to remembering, and it begins to sound like Frankie Laine, you know, when you sing, (sings) "Remember the Fifth of November." I just broke up, and it went on for about another seven or eight minutes. We started ad libbing and goofing about, but then I cut it there and just exploded, it was a good joke. Haven't you ever heard of Guy Fawkes? I thought it was just poignant that we should blow up the Houses of Parliament. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get embarrassed sometimes when you hear the album, when you think about how personal it is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I get embarrassed. You see, sometimes I can hear it and be embarrassed just by the performance of either the music or the statements, and sometimes I don't. I change daily, you know. Like just before it's coming out, I can't bear to hear it in the house or play it anywhere, but a few months before that, I can play it all the time. It just changes all the time. Sometimes I used to listen to something, Buddy Holly or something, and one day the record will sound twice as fast as the next day. Did you ever experience that on a single? I used to have that: one day "Hound Dog" would sound very slow and one day it would sound very fast. It was just my feeling towards it. The way I heard it. It can do that. That's where you have to make your artistic judgment to say well, this is the take and this isn't. That's the way you have to make the decision: when it sounds reasonable. "Isolation" and "Hold On John" are rough remixes. I just mixed them on 7 1/2 [ips, a conventional home tape recorder speed] to take home to play and see what else I was going to do with them. Then I didn't even put them onto 15 [ips -- the speed at which professional taping is done], so the quality is a bit off on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your concept of pain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what you mean, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the song "God" you start by saying: "God is a concept by which we measure our pain..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, pain is the pain we go through all the time. You're born in pain. Pain is what we are in most of the time, and I think that the bigger the pain, the more God you look for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a tremendous body of philosophical literature about God as a measure of pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I never heard of it. You see, it was my own revelation. I don't know who wrote about it, or what anybody else said, I just know that's what I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: He just felt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Yes, I just felt it. It was like I was crucified, when I felt it. So I know what they're talking about now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the difference between George Martin and Phil Spector? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;George Martin... I don't know. You see, for quite a few of our albums, like the Beatles' double album, George Martin didn't really produce it. In the early days, I can remember what George Martin did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did he do in the early days? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He would translate... If Paul wanted to use violins he would translate it for him. Like "In My Life" there is an Elizabethan Piano solo in it, so he would do things like that. We would say "play like Bach" or something, so he would put 12 bars in there. He helped us develop a language, to talk to musicians. I was very, very shy, and there are many reasons why I didn't like very much go for musicians. I didn't like to have to see 20 guys sitting there and try to tell them what to do. Because they're all so lousy anyway. So, apart from the early days -- when I didn't have much to do with it -- I did it myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you use Phil now instead of George Martin? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it's not instead of George Martin. That's nothing personal against George Martin. He's more Paul's style of music than mine. But I don't know, really... it's a drag to do both. To go in the recording studio and then you run back and say did you get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Phil make any special contribution? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, Yes. Phil, I believe, is a great artist and like all great artists he's very neurotic. But we've done quite a few tracks together, Yoko and I, and she'd be encouraging me in the other room and all that, and -- at one point in the middle we were just lagging -- Phil moved in and brought in a new life. We were getting heavy because we had done a few things and the thrill of recording had worn off a little. So you can hear Spector here and there. There is no specifics, you can just hear him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read a little interview with you done when you went to the Rock and Roll Revival over a year ago in Toronto. You said you were throwing up before you went on stage. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. I just threw up for hours until I went on. I even threw up... I read a review in Stone, the one about the film [Toronto Pop, by D.A. Pennebaker] I haven't seen yet, and they were saying I was this and that. I was throwing up nearly in the number, I could hardly sing any of them, I was full of shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you still be that nervous if you appeared in public? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Always that nervous, but what with one thing and another, it just had to come out some way. I don't think I'll do much appearing, it's not worth the strain, I don't want to perform too much for people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of George's album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know... I think it's all right, you know. Personally, at home, I wouldn't play that kind of music, I don't want to hurt George's feelings, I don't know what to say about it. I think it's better than Paul's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of Paul's? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought Paul's was rubbish. I think he'll make a better one, when he's frightened into it. But I thought that first one was just a lot of... Remember what I told you when it came out? "Light and easy," You know that crack. But then I listen to the radio and I hear George's stuff coming over, well then it's pretty bloody good. My personal tastes are very strange, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your personal tastes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sounds like "Wop Bop a Loo Bop." I like rock &amp;amp; roll, man, I don't like much else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why rock &amp;amp; roll? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's the music that inspired me to play music. There is nothing conceptually better than rock and roll. No group, be it Beatles, Dylan or Stones have ever improved on "Whole Lot of Shaking" for my money. Or maybe I'm like our parents: that's my period and I dig it and I'll never leave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of the rock and roll scene today? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what it is. You would have to name it. I don't think there's... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get any pleasure out of the Top Ten? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I never listen. Only when I'm recording or about to bring something out will I listen. Just before I record, I go buy a few albums to see what people are doing. Whether they have improved any, or whether anything happened. And nothing's really happened. There's a lot of great guitarists and musicians around, but nothing's happening, you know. I don't like the Blood, Sweat and Tears shit. I think all that is bullshit. Rock and roll is going like jazz, as far as I can see, and the bullshitters are going off into that excellentness which I never believed in and others going off... I consider myself in the avant garde of rock and roll. Because I'm with Yoko and she taught me a lot and I taught her a lot, and I think on her album you can hear it, if I can get away from her album for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of Dylan's album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought it wasn't much. Because I expect more -- maybe I expect too much from people -- but I expect more. I haven't been a Dylan follower since he stopped rocking. I liked "Rolling Stone" and a few things he did then; I like a few things he did in the early days. The rest of it is just like Lennon-McCartney or something. It's no different, its a myth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't think then it's a legitimate "New Morning"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, It might be a new morning for him because he stopped singing on the top of his voice. It's all right, but it's not him, it doesn't mean a fucking thing. I'd sooner have "I Hear You Knocking" by Dave Edmonds, it's the top of England now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's strange that George comes out with his "Hare Krishna" and you come out with the opposite, especially after that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't imagine what George thinks. Well, I suppose he thinks I've lost the way or something like that. But to me, I'm like home. I'll never change much from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's re-approach that: always the Beatles were talked about -- and the Beatles talked about themselves -- as being four parts of the same person. What's happened to those four parts? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They remembered that they were four individuals. You see, we believed the Beatles myth, too. I don't know whether the others still believe it. We were four guys... I met Paul, and said, "You want to join me band?" Then George joined and then Ringo joined. We were just a band that made it very, very, big that's all. Our best work was never recorded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because we were performers -- in spite of what Mick says about us -- in Liverpool, Hamburg and other dance halls. What we generated was fantastic, when we played straight rock, and there was nobody to touch us in Britain. As soon as we made it, we made it, but the edges were knocked off. You know Brian put us in suits and all that, and we made it very, very big. But we sold out, you know. The music was dead before we even went on the theater tour of Britain. We were feeling shit already, because we had to reduce an hour or two hours' playing, which we were glad about in one way, to 20 minutes, and we would go on and repeat the same 20 minutes every night. The Beatles music died then, as musicians. That's why we never improved as musicians; we killed ourselves then to make it. And that was the end of it. George and I are more inclined to say that; we always missed the club dates because that's when we were playing music, and then later on we became technically, efficient recording artists -- which was another thing -- because we were competent people and whatever media you put us in we can produce something worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you choose the musicians you use on this record? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a very nervous person, really, I'm not as big-headed as this tape sounds, this is me projecting through the fear, so I choose people that I know, rather than strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you get along with Ringo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because in spite of all the things, the Beatles could really play music together when they weren't uptight, and if I get a thing going, Ringo knows where to go, just like that, and he does well. We've played together so long, that it fits. That's the only thing I sometimes miss is just being able to sort of blink or make a certain noise and I know they'll all know where we are going on an ad lib thing. But I don't miss it that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you rate yourself as a guitarist? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it depends on what kind of guitarist. I'm OK, I'm not technically good, but I can make it fucking howl and move. I was rhythm guitarist. It's an important job. I can make a band drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you rate George? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's pretty good. (Laughter) I prefer myself. I have to be honest, you know. I'm really very embarrassed about my guitar playing, in one way, because it's very poor, I can never move, but I can make a guitar speak. I think there's a guy called Richie Valens, no, Richie Havens, does he play very strange guitar? He's a black guy that was on a concert and sang "Strawberry Fields" or something. He plays like one chord all the time. He plays a pretty funky guitar. But he doesn't seem to be able to play in the real terms at all. I'm like that. Yoko has made me feel cocky about my guitar. You see, one part of me says yes, of course I can play because I can make a rock move, you know. But the other part of me says well, I wish I could just do like B.B. King. If you would put me with B.B. King, I would feel real silly. I'm an artist, and if you give me a tuba, I'll bring you something out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you can make the guitar speak; what songs have you done that on? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Listen to "Why" on Yoko's album "I Found Out." I think it's nice. It drives along. Ask Eric Clapton, he thinks I can play, ask him. You see, a lot of you people want technical things; it's like wanting technical films. Most critics of rock and roll, and guitarists, are in the stage of the Fifties when they wanted a technically perfect film, finished for them, and then they would feel happy. I'm a cinema verite guitarist, I'm a musician and you have to break down your barriers to hear what I'm playing. There's a nice little bit I played, they had it on the back of "Abbey Road." Paul gave us each a piece, there is a little break where Paul plays, George plays and I played. And there is one bit, one of those where it stops, one of those "carry that weights" where it suddenly goes boom, boom, on the drums and then we all take it in turns to play. I'm the third one on it. I have a definite style of playing. I've always had. But I was over-shadowed. They call George the invisible singer. I'm the invisible guitarist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said you played slide guitar on "Get Back." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I played the solo on that. When Paul was feeling kindly, he would give me a solo! Maybe if he was feeling guilty that he had most of the "A" side or something, he would give me a solo. And I played the solo on that. I think George produced some beautiful guitar playing. But I think he's too hung up to really let go, but so is Eric, really. Maybe he's changed. They're all so hung up. We all are, that's the problem. I really like B.B. King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Ringo's record, his country one? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it's a good record. I wouldn't buy any of it, you know. I think it's a good record, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear "Beaucoups of Blues," that song you know. I thought, good. I was glad, and I didn't feel as embarrassed as I did about his first record. It's hard when you ask me, it's like asking me what do I think of... ask me about other people, because it looks so awful when I say I don't like this and I don't like that. It's just that I don't like many of the Beatles records either. My own taste is different from that which I've played sometimes, which is called "cop out" to make money or whatever. Or because I didn't know any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to ask a question about Paul and go through that. When we went and saw "Let It Be" in San Francisco, what was your feeling? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt sad, you know. Also I felt... that film was set-up by Paul for Paul. That is one of the main reasons the Beatles ended. I can't speak for George, but I pretty damn well know we got fed up of being side-men for Paul. After Brian died, that's what happened, that's what began to happen to us. The camera work was set-up to show Paul and not anybody else. And that's how I felt about it. On top of that, the people that cut it, did it as if Paul is God and we are just lyin' around there. And that's what I felt. And I knew there were some shots of Yoko and me that had been just chopped out of the film for no other reason than the people were oriented for Englebert Humperdinck. I felt sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you trace the break-up of the Beatles? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Brian died, we collapsed. Paul took over and supposedly led us. But what is leading us, when we went round in circles? We broke up then. That was the disintegration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you first feel that the Beatles had broken up? When did that idea first hit you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't remember, you know. I was in my own pain. I wasn't noticing, really. I just did it like a job. The Beatles broke up after Brian died; we made the double album, the set. It's like if you took each track off it and made it all mine and all George's. It's like I told you many times, it was just me and a backing group, Paul and a backing group, and I enjoyed it. We broke up then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you when Brian died? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were in Wales with the Maharishi. We had just gone down after seeing his lecture first night. We heard it then, and then we went right off into the Maharishi thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were just outside a lecture hall with Maharishi and I don't know... I can't remember, it just sort of came over. Somebody came up to us... the press were there, because we had gone down with this strange Indian, and they said "Brian's dead" and I was stunned, we went in to him. "What, he's dead," and all were, I suppose, and the Marharishi, we went in to him. "What, he's dead," and all that, and he was sort of saying oh, forget it, be happy, fucking idiot, like parents, smile, that's what the Maharishi said. And we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your feeling when Brian died? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The feeling that anybody has when somebody close to them dies. There is a sort of little hysterical, sort of hee, hee, I'm glad it's not me or something in it, the funny feeling when somebody close to you dies. I don't know whether you've had it, but I've had a lot of people die around me and the other feeling is, "What the fuck? What can I do?" I knew that we were in trouble then. I didn't really have any misconceptions about our ability to do anything other than play music and I was scared. I thought, "We've fuckin' had it now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were the events that sort of immediately happened after Brian died? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we went with Maharishi... I remember being in Wales and then, I can't remember though. I will probably have to have a bloody primal to remember this. I don't remember. It just all happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did Paul react? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know how the others took it, it's no good asking me... it's like asking me how you took it. I don't know. I'm in me own head, I can't be in anybody else's. I don't know really what George, Paul or Ringo think anymore. I know them pretty well, but I don't know anybody that well. Yoko, I know about the best. I don't know how they felt. It was my own thing. We were all just dazed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Brian died and then you said what happened was that Paul started to take over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's right. I don't know how much of this I want to put out. Paul had an impression, he has it now like a parent, that we should be thankful for what he did for keeping the Beatles going. But when you look back upon it objectively, he kept it going for his own sake. Was it for my sake Paul struggled? Paul made an attempt to carry on as if Brian hadn't died by saying, "Now, now, boys, we're going to make a record." Being the kind of person I am, I thought well, we're going to make a record all right, so I'll go along, so we went and made a record. And that's when we made "Magical Mystery Tour." That was the real... Paul had a tendency to come along and say well he's written these ten songs, let's record now. And I said, "well, give us a few days, and I'll knock a few off," or something like that. "Magical Mystery Tour" was something he had worked out with Mal and he showed me what his idea was and this is how it went, it went around like this, the story and how he had it all... the production and everything. Paul said, "Well, here's the segment, you write a little piece for that," and I thought bloody hell, so I ran off and I wrote the dream sequence for the fat woman and all the thing with the spaghetti. Then George and I were sort of grumbling about the fuckin' movie and we thought we better do it and we had the feeling that we owed it to the public to do these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did your songwriting partnership with Paul end? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That ended... I don't know, around 1962, or something, I don't know. If you give me the albums I can tell you exactly who wrote what, and which line. We sometimes wrote together. All our best work -- apart from the early days, like "I Want to Hold Your Hand" we wrote together and things like that -- we wrote apart always. The "One After 909," on the "Let It Be" LP, I wrote when I was 17 or 18. We always wrote separately, but we wrote together because we enjoyed it a lot sometimes, and also because they would say well, you're going to make an album get together and knock off a few songs, just like a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose idea was it to go to India? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know... I don't know, probably George's, I have no idea. Yoko and I met around then. I lost me nerve because I was going to take me ex-wife and Yoko, but I don't know how to work it. So I didn't quite do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sexy Sadie" you wrote about the Maharishi? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's about the Maharishi, yes. I copped out and I wouldn't write "Maharishi what have you done, you made a fool of everyone." But, now it can be told, Fab Listeners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you realize he was making a fool of you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know, I just sort of saw him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While in India or when you got back? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, there was a big hullaballo about him trying to rape Mia Farrow or somebody and trying to get off with a few other women and things like that. We went to see him, after we stayed up all night discussing was it true or not true. When George started thinking it might be true, I thought well, it must be true; because if George started thinking it might be true, there must be something in it. So we went to see Maharishi, the whole gang of us, the next day, charged down to his hut, his bungalow, his very rich-looking bungalow in the mountains, and as usual, when the dirty work came, I was the spokesman -- whenever the dirty work came, I actually had to be leader, wherever the scene was, when it came to the nitty gritty, I had to do the speaking -- and I said "We're leaving." "Why?" he asked, and all that shit and I said, "Well, if you're so cosmic, you'll know why." He was always intimating, and there were all these right-hand men always intimating, that he did miracles. And I said, "You know why," and he said, "I don't know why, you must tell me," and I just kept saying "You ought to know" and he gave me a look like, "I'll kill you, you bastard," and he gave me such a look. I knew then. I had called his bluff and I was a bit rough to him. I always expect too much. I was always expecting my mother and never got her. That's what it is, you know, or some parent, I know that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came to New York and had that press conference. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Apple thing. That was to announce Apple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But at the same time you disassociated yourselves from the Maharishi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't remember that. You know, we all say a lot of things when we don't know what we're talking about. I'm probably doing it now, I don't know what I say. You see, everybody takes you up on the words you said, and I'm just a guy that people ask all about things, and I blab off and some of it makes sense and some of it is bullshit and some of it's lies and some of it is -- God knows what I'm saying. I don't know what I said about Maharishi, all I know is what we said about Apple, which was worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you talk about Apple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did that start? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clive Epstein, or some other such business freak, came up to us and said you've got to spend so much money, or the tax will take you. We were thinking of opening a chain of retail clothes shops or some balmy thing like that... and we were all thinking that if we are going to have to open a shop, let's open something we're interested in, and we went through all these different ideas about this, that and the other. Paul had a nice idea about opening up white houses, where we would sell white china, and things like that, everything white, because you can never get anything white, you know, which was pretty groovy, and it didn't end up with that, it ended up with Apple and all this junk and The Fool and all those stupid clothes and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened to Magic Alex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know, he's still in London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you all really think he had those inventions? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think some of his stuff actually has come true, but they just haven't been manufactured -- maybe one of them is a salable object. He was just another guy who comes and goes around people like us. He's all, right, but he's cracked, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you decide to close that down? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know. I was controlling the scene at the time, I mean, I was the one going in the office and shouting about. Paul had done it for six months, and then I walked in and changed everything. There were all the Peter Browns reporting behind my back to Paul, saying, "You know, John's doing this and John's doing that, that John, he's crazy," I was always the one that must be crazy, because I wouldn't let them have status quo. Well, Yoko and I together, we came up with the idea to give it all away, and stop fuckin' about with a psychedelic clothes shop, so we gave it all away. It was a good happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you at the big giveaway? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, we read it in the papers. That was when we started events. I learned events from Yoko. We made everything into events from then on and got rid of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gave away your M.B.E.? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd been planning on it for over a year and a bit. I was waiting for a time to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said then that you were waiting to tag it to some event, then you realized that it was the event. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You also said then that you had another thing you were going to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you remember? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I do. Well, we always had... we always kept them on their toes, during our events period. I don't know, but we said we had some other surprise for them later. I can't remember what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: Probably War Is Over, the poster event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To go back to Apple and the breakup of the Beatles, Brian died, and one thing and another... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't really want to talk about all this... go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you mind? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we're halfway through it now, so let's do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said you quit the Beatles first. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said to Paul "I'm leaving." I knew on the flight over to Toronto or before we went to Toronto: I told Allen I was leaving, I told Eric Clapton and Klaus that I was leaving then, but that I would probably like to use them as a group. I hadn't decided how to do it -- to have a permanent new group or what -- then later on, I thought fuck, I'm not going to get stuck with another set of people, whoever they are. I announced it to myself and the people around me on the way to Toronto a few days before. And on the plane -- Klein came with me -- I told Allen, "It's over." When I got back, there were a few meetings, and Allen said well, cool it, cool it, there was a lot to do, businesswise you know, and it would not have been suitable at the time. Then we were discussing something in the office with Paul, and Paul said something or other about the Beatles doing something, and I kept saying "No, no, no" to everything he said. So it came to a point where I had to say something, of course, and Paul said, "What do you mean?" I said, "I mean the group is over, I'm leaving." Allen was there, and he will remember exactly and Yoko will, but this is exactly how I see it. Allen was saying don't tell. He didn't want me to tell Paul even. So I said, "It's out," I couldn't stop it, it came out. Paul and Allen both said that they were glad that I wasn't going to announce it, that I wasn't going to make an event out of it. I don't know whether Paul said "Don't tell anybody," but he was darned pleased that I wasn't going to. He said, "Oh, that means nothing really happened if you're not going to say anything." So that's what happened. So, like anybody when you say divorce, their face goes all sorts of colors. It's like he knew really that this was the final thing; and six months later he comes out with whatever. I was a fool not to do it, not to do what Paul did, which was use it to sell a record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were really angry with Paul? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I wasn't angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, when he came out with this "I'm leaving." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I wasn't angry -- shit, he's a good P.R. man, that's all. He's about the best in the world, probably. He really does a job. I wasn't angry. We were all hurt that he didn't tell us that was what he was going to do. I think he claims that he didn't mean that to happen but that's bullshit. He called me in the afternoon of that day and said, "I'm doing what you and Yoko were doing last year." I said good, you know, because that time last year they were all looking at Yoko and me as if we were strange trying to make our life together instead of being fab, fat myths. So he rang me up that day and said I'm doing what you and Yoko are doing, I'm putting out an album, and I'm leaving the group too, he said. I said good. I was feeling a little strange, because he was saying it this time, although it was a year later, and I said "good," because he was the one that wanted the Beatles most, and then the midnight papers came out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you feel then? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was cursing, because I hadn't done it. I wanted to do it, I should have done it. Ah, damn, shit, what a fool I was. But there were many pressures at that time with the Northern Songs fight going on; it would have upset the whole thing, if I would have said that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you feel when you found out that Dick James had sold his shares in your own company, Northern Songs? Did you feel betrayed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sure I did. He's another one of those people, who think they made us. They didn't. I'd like to hear Dick James' music and I'd like to hear George Martin's music, please, just play me some. Dick James actually has said that he made us. People are under a delusion that they made us, when in fact we made them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did Dick James tell you that? "Well, I'm..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He didn't tell us he did it. It was just a fait accompli. He went and sold his thing to Lew Grade. That's all we knew. We read it in the paper, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it like? All those meetings and conferences? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, it was fantastic. It was like this room full of old men smoking and fighting. It's great. People seem to think that businessmen like Allen, or Grade, or any of them, are a race apart. They play the game the way we play music, and it's something to see. They play a game, first they have a ritual, then they create. Allen, he's a very creative guy, you know, he creates situations which create positions for them to move in, they all do it, you know, and it's a sight to see. We played our part, we both did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the bankers and things like that? I think Allen could tell you better because I don't know. Everything seems as though it's going to be trouble, like you can't say anything about anybody, because you're going to get sued, or something like that. Allen will tell you what we did. I did a job on this banker that we were using, and on a few other people, and on the Beatles. That's what leaders do, and I sit and make situations which will be of benefit to me with other people, it's as simple as that. I had to do a job to get Allen in Apple. I did a job, so did Yoko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: You do it with instinct, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Oh. God, Yoko, don't say that. Maneuvering is what it is, let's not be coy about it. It is a deliberate and thought-out maneuver of how to get a situation the way we want it. That's how life's about, isn't it, is it not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: Well, you're pretty instinctive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: That's not the thing, the point I'm talking about is creating a situation around Apple and the Beatles in which Allen could come in, that is what I'm talking about, and he wouldn't have gotten in unless I'd done it, and he wouldn't have gotten in unless you'd done it, you made the decision, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you get Allen in? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The same as I get anything I want. The same as you get what you want. I'm not telling you; just work at it, get on the phone, a little word here, and a little word there and do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was Paul's reaction? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, a lot of people, like the Dick James, Derek Taylors, and Peter Browns, all of them, they think they're the Beatles, and Neil and all of them. Well, I say fuck 'em, you know, and after working with genius for ten, 15 years they begin to think they're it. They're not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you're a genius? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, if there is such a thing as one, I am one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you first realize that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was about 12. I used to think I must be a genius, but nobody's noticed. I used to wonder whether I'm a genius or I'm not, which is it? I used to think, well, I can't be mad, because nobody's put me away, therefore, I'm a genius. A genius is a form of madness, and we're all that way, you know, and I used to be a bit coy about it, like my guitar playing. If there is such a thing as genius -- which is what... what the fuck is it? -- I am one, and if there isn't, I don't care. I used to think it when I was a kid, writing me poetry and doing me paintings. I didn't become something when the Beatles made it, or when you heard about me, I've been like this all me life. Genius is pain too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel towards the Beatle people? All of them who used to -- some still do -- work at Apple, who've been around during those years. Neil Aspinal, Mal Evans... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't mention Mal. I said Neil, Peter Brown and Derek. They live in a dream of Beatle past, and everything they do is oriented to that. They also have a warped view of what was happening. I suppose we all do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They must feel now that their lives are inextricably bound up in yours. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, they have to grow up then. They've only had half their life, and they've got another whole half to go; and they can't go on pretending to be Beatles. That's where it's at, I mean when they read this, they'll think it's "cracked John," if it's in the article, but that's where it's at, they live in the past. You see, I presumed that I would just be able to carry on, and bring Yoko into our life, but it seemed that I had to either be married to them or Yoko, and I chose Yoko, and I was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were their reactions when you first brought Yoko by? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They despised her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the very beginning? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, they insulted her and they still do. They don't even know I can see it, and even when it's written down, it will look like I'm just paranoiac or she's paranoiac. I know, just by the way the publicity on us was handled in Apple, all of the two years we were together, and the attitude of people to us and the bits we hear from office girls. We know, so they can go stuff themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: In the beginning, we were too much in love to notice anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: We were in our own dream, but they're the kind of idiots that really think that Yoko split the Beatles, or Allen. It's the same joke, really, they are that insane about Allen, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say that the dream is over. Part of the dream was that the Beatles were God or that the Beatles were the messengers of God, and of course yourself as God... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah. Well, if there is a God, we're all it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you first start getting the reactions from people who listened to the records, sort of the spiritual reaction? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a guy in England, William Mann, who was the first intellectual who reviewed the Beatles in the Times and got people talking about us in that intellectual way. He wrote about Aeolian Cadences and all sorts of musical terms, and he is a bullshitter. But he made us credible with intellectuals. He wrote about Paul's last album as if it were written by Beethoven or something. He's still writing the same shit. But it did us a lot of good in that way, because people in all the middle classes and intellectuals were all going "Oooh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you characterize George's, Paul's and Ringo's reaction to Yoko? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the same. You can quote Paul, it's probably in the papers, he said it many times at first he hated Yoko and then he got to like her. But, it's too late for me. I'm for Yoko. Why should she take that kind of shit from those people? They were writing about her looking miserable in the "Let It Be" film, but you sit through 60 sessions with the most bigheaded, up-tight people on earth and see what its fuckin' like and be insulted -- just because you love someone -- and George, shit, insulted her right to her face in the Apple office at the beginning, just being 'straight-forward,' you know that game of 'I'm going to be up front,' because this is what we've heard and Dylan and a few people said she'd got a lousy name in New York, and you give off bad vibes. That's what George said to her! And we both sat through it. I didn't hit him, I don't know why. I was always hoping that they would come around. I couldn't believe it, and they all sat there with their wives, like a fucking jury and judged us and the only thing I did was write that piece (Rolling Stone, April 16th, 1970) about "some of our beast friends" in my usual way -- because I was never honest enough, I always had to write in that gobbly-gook -- and that's what they did to us. Ringo was all right, so was Maureen, but the other two really gave it to us. I'll never forgive them, I don't care what fuckin' shit about Hare Krishna and God and Paul with his "Well, I've changed me mind." I can't forgive 'em for that, really. Although I can't help still loving them either. Yoko played me tapes I understood. I know it was very strange, and avant garde music is a very tough thing to assimilate and all that, but I've heard the Beatles play avant garde music -- when nobody was looking -- for years. But the Beatles were artists, and all artists have fucking' big egos, whether they like to admit it or not, and when a new artist came into the group, they were never allowed. Sometimes George and I would have liked to have brought somebody in like Billy Preston, that was exceptional, we might have had him in the group. We were fed up with the same old shit, but it wasn't wanted. I would have expanded the Beatles and broken them and gotten their pants off and stopped them from being God, but it didn't work, and Yoko was naive, she came in and she would expect to perform with them, with any group, like you would with any group, she was jamming, but there would be a sort of coldness about it. That's when I decided: I could no longer artistically get anything out of the Beatles and here was someone that could turn me on to a million things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did somebody first come up to you about this thing about John Lennon as God? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About what to do and all of that? Like "you tell us Guru"? Probably after acid. Maybe after "Rubber Soul." I can't remember it exactly happening. We just took that position. I mean, we started putting out messages. Like "The Word Is Love" and things like that. I write messages, you know. See, when you start putting out messages, people start asking you "what's the message?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you first get involved in LSD? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A dentist in London laid it on George, me and wives, without telling us, at a dinner party at his house. He was a friend of George's and our dentist at the time, and he just put it in our coffee or something. He didn't know what it was; it's all the same thing with that sort of middle class London swinger, or whatever. They had all heard about it, and they didn't know it was different from pot or pills and they gave us it. He said "I advise you not to leave," and we all thought he was trying to keep us for an orgy in his house, and we didn't want to know, and we went to the Ad Lib and these discotheques and there were these incredible things going on. It was insane going around London. When we went to the club we thought it was on fire and then we thought it was a premiere, and it was just an ordinary light outside. We thought, "Shit, what's going on here?" We were cackling in the streets, and people were shouting "Let's break a window," you know, it was just insane. We were just out of our heads. When we finally got on the lift [an elevator in England] we all thought there was a fire, but there was just a little red light. We were all screaming like that, and we were all hot and hysterical, and when we all arrived on the floor, because this was a discotheque that was up a building, the lift stopped and the door opened and we were all [John demonstrates by screaming]. I had read somebody describing the effects of opium in the old days and I thought "Fuck! It's happening," and then we went to the Ad Lib and all of that, and then some singer came up to me and said, "Can I sit next to you?" And I said, "Only if you don't talk," because I just couldn't think. This seemed to go on all night. I can't remember the details. George somehow or another managed to drive us home in his mini. We were going about ten miles an hour, but it seemed like a thousand and Patty was saying let's jump out and play football. I was getting all these sort of hysterical jokes coming out like speed, because I was always on that, too. God, it was just terrifying, but it was fantastic. I did some drawings at the time, I've got them somewhere, of four faces saying "We all agree with you!" I gave them to Ringo, the originals. I did a lot of drawing that night. And then George's house seemed to be just like a big submarine, I was driving it, they all went to bed, I was carrying on in it, it seemed to float above his wall which was 18 foot and I was driving it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you came down what did you think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was pretty stoned for a month or two. The second time we had it was in L.A. We were on tour in one of those houses, Doris Day's house or wherever it was we used to stay, and the three of us took it, Ringo, George and I. Maybe Neil and a couple of the Byrds -- what's his name, the one in the Stills and Nash thing, Crosby and the other guy, who used to do the lead. McGuinn. I think they came, I'm not sure, on a few trips. But there was a reporter, Don Short. We were in the garden, it was only our second one and we still didn't know anything about doing it in a nice place and cool it. Then they saw the reporter and thought "How do we act?" We were terrified waiting for him to go, and he wondered why we couldn't come over. Neil, who never had acid either, had taken it and he would have to play road manager, and we said go get rid of Don Short, and he didn't know what to do. Peter Fonda came, and that was another thing. He kept saying [in a whisper] "I know what it's like to be dead," and we said "What?" and he kept saying it. We were saying "For Christ's sake, shut up, we don't care, we don't want to know," and he kept going on about it. That's how I wrote "She Said, She Said" -- "I know what's it's like to be dead." It was a sad song, an acidy song I suppose. "When I was a little boy"... you see, a lot of early childhood was coming out, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So LSD started for you in 1964: how long did it go on? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It went on for years, I must of had a thousand trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literally a thousand, or a couple of hundred? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A thousand. I used to just eat it all the time. I never took it in the studio. Once I thought I was taking some uppers and I was not in the state of handling it, I can't remember what album it was, but I took it and I just noticed... I suddenly got so scared on the mike. I thought I felt ill, and I thought I was going to crack. I said I must get some air. They all took me upstairs on the roof and George Martin was looking at me funny, and then it dawned on me I must have taken acid. I said, "Well I can't go on, you'll have to do it and I'll just stay and watch." You know I got very nervous just watching them all. I was saying, "Is it all right?" And they were saying, "Yeah." They had all been very kind and they carriedon making the record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other Beatles didn't get into LSD as much as you did? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;George did. In L.A. the second time we took it, Paul felt very out of it, because we are all a bit slightly cruel, sort of "we're taking it, and you're not." But we kept seeing him, you know. We couldn't eat our food, I just couldn't manage it, just picking it up with our hands. There were all these people serving us in the house and we were knocking food on the floor and all of that. It was a long time before Paul took it. Then there was the big announcement. So, I think George was pretty heavy on it; we are probably the most cracked. Paul is a bit more stable than George and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And straight? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know about straight. Stable. I think LSD profoundly shocked him, and Ringo. I think maybe they regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you have many bad trips?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had many. Jesus Christ, I stopped taking it because of that. I just couldn't stand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got too afraid to take it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It got like that, but then I stopped it for I don't know how long, and then I started taking it again just before I met Yoko. Derek came over and... you see, I got the message that I should destroy my ego and I did, you know. I was reading that stupid book of Leary's; we were going through a whole game that everybody went through, and I destroyed myself. I was slowly putting myself together round about Maharishi time. Bit by bit over a two-year period, I had destroyed me ego. I didn't believe I could do anything and let people make me, and let them all just do what they wanted. I just was nothing. I was shit. Then Derek tripped me out at his house after he got back from L.A. He sort of said "You're all right," and pointed out which songs I had written. "You wrote this," and "You said this" and "You are intelligent, don't be frightened." The next week I went to Derek's with Yoko and we tripped again, and she filled me completely to realize that I was me and that's it's all right. That was it; I started fighting again, being a loudmouth again and saying, "I can do this, "fuck it, this is what I want, you know, I want it and don't put me down." I did this, so that's where I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At some point, right between "Help" and "Hard Day's Night," you got into drugs and got into doing drug songs? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A "Hard Day's Night," I was on pills, that's drugs, that's bigger drugs than pot. Started on pills when I was 15, no, since I was 17, since I became a musician. The only way to survive in Hamburg, to play eight hours a night, was to take pills. The waiters gave you them -- the pills and drink. I was a fucking dropped-down drunk in art school. "Help" was where we turned on to pot and we dropped drink, simple as that. I've always needed a drug to survive. The others, too, but I always had more, more pills, more of everything because I'm more crazy probably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a lot of obvious LSD things you did in the music. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think that affected your conception of the music? In general. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was only another mirror. It wasn't a miracle. It was more of a visual thing and a therapy, looking at yourself a bit. It did all that. You know, I don't quite remember. But it didn't write the music, neither did Janov or Maharishi in the same terms. I write the music in the circumstances in which I'm in, whether its on acid or in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of "Hard Day's Night,"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story wasn't bad but it could have been better. Another illusion was that we were just puppets and that these great people, like Brian Epstein and Dick Lester, created the situation and made this whole fuckin' thing, and precisely because we were what we were, realistic. We didn't want to make a fuckin' shitty pop movie, we didn't want to make a movie that was going to be bad, and we insisted on having a real writer to write it. Brian came up with Allan Owen, from Liverpool, who had written a play for TV called "No Trams to Lime St." Lime Street is a famous street in Liverpool where the whores used to be in the old days, and Owen was famous for writing Liverpool dialogue. We auditioned people to write for us and they came up with this guy. He was a bit phony, like a professional Liverpool man -- you know like a professional American. He stayed with us two days, and wrote the whole thing based on our characters then: me, witty; Ringo, dumb and cute; George this; and Paul that. We were a bit infuriated by the glibness and shiftiness of the dialogue and we were always trying to get it more realistic, but they wouldn't have it. It ended up O.K., but the next one was just bullshit, because it really had nothing to do with the Beatles. They just put us here and there. Dick Lester was good, he had ideas ahead of the times, like using Batman comic strip lettering and balloons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My impression of the movie was that it was you and it wasn't anyone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a good projection of one facade of us, which was on tour, once in London and once in Dublin. It was of us in that situation together, in a hotel, having to perform before people. We were like that. The writer saw the press conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rubber Soul" was... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you tell me whether that white album with the drawing by Voorman on it, was that before "Rubber Soul" or after? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After. You really don't remember which? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. Maybe the others do, I don't remember those kind of things, because it doesn't mean anything, it's all gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rubber Soul" was the first attempt to do a serious, sophisticated complete work, in a certain sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were just getting better, technically and musically, that's all. Finally we took over the studio. In the early days, we had to take what we were given, we didn't know how you can get more bass. We were learning the technique on "Rubber Soul." We were more precise about making the album, that's all, and we took over the cover and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Rubber Soul" that was just a simple play on... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was Paul's title, it was like "Yer Blues," I suppose, meaning English Soul, I suppose, just a pun. There is no great mysterious meaning behind all of this, it was just four boys working out what to call a new album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hunter Davies book, the "authorized biography," says... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was written in [London] Sunday Times sort of fab form. And no home truths was written. My auntie knocked out all the truth bits from my childhood and my mother and I allowed it, which was my cop-out, etcetera. There was nothing about orgies and the shit that happened on tour. I wanted a real book to come out, but we all had wives and didn't want to hurt their feelings. End of that one. Because they still have wives. The Beatles tours were like the Fellini film "Satyricon." We had that image. Man, our tours were like something else, if you could get on our tours, you were in. They were "Satyricon," all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you go to a town... a hotel... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wherever we went, there was always a whole scene going, we had our four separate bedrooms. We tried to keep them out of our room. Derek's and Neil's rooms were always full of junk and whores and who-the-fuck-knows-what, and policemen with it. "Satyricon!" We had to do something. What do you do when the pill doesn't wear off and it's time to go? I used to be up all night with Derek, whether there was anybody there or not, I could never sleep, such a heavy scene it was. They didn't call them groupies then, they called it something else and if we couldn't get groupies, we would have whores and everything, whatever was going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would arrange all that stuff? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Derek and Neil, that was their job, and Mal, but I'm not going into all that. When we hit town, we hit it. There was no pissing about. There's photographs of me crawling about in Amsterdam on my knees coming out of whore houses and things like that. The police escorted me to the places, because they never wanted a big scandal, you see. I don't really want to talk about it, because it will hurt Yoko. And it's not fair. Suffice to say, that they were "Satyricon" on tour and that's it, because I don't want to hurt their feelings, or the other people's girls either. It's just not fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: I was surprised, I really didn't know things like that. I thought well, John is an artist, and probably he had two or three affairs before getting married. That is the concept you have in the old school. New York artists group, you know, that kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me ask you about something else that was in the Hunter Davies book. At one point it said you and Brian Epstein went off to Spain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes. We didn't have an affair though. Fuck knows what was said. I was pretty close to Brian. If somebody is going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. He told me he was a fag. I hate the way Allen is attacked and Brian is made out to be an angel just because he's dead. He wasn't, you know, he was just a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else was left out of the Hunter Davies book? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That I don't know, because I can't remember it. There is a better book on the Beatles by Michael Brown, "Love Me Do." That was a true book. He wrote how we were, which was bastards. You can't be anything else in such a pressurized situation and we took it out on people like Neil, Derek and Mal. That's why underneath their facade, they resent us, but they can never show it, and they won't believe it when they read it. They took a lot of shit from us, because we were in such a shitty position. It was hard work, and somebody had to take it. Those things are left out by Davies, about what bastards we were. Fuckin' big bastards, that's what the Beatles were. You have to be a bastard to make it, that's a fact, and the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: How did you manage to keep that clean image? It's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Everybody wants the image to carry on. You want to carry on. The press around too, because they want the free drinks and the free whores and the fun; everybody wants to keep on the bandwagon. We were the Caesars; who was going to knock us, when there were a million pounds to be made? All the handouts, the bribery, the police, all the fucking hype. Everybody wanted in, that's why some of them are still trying to cling on to this: Don't take Rome from us, not a portable Rome where we can all have our houses and our cars and our lovers and our wives and office girls and parties and drink and drugs, don't take it from us, otherwise you're mad, John, you're crazy, silly John wants to take this all away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it like in the early days in London? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we came down, we were treated like real provincials by the Londoners. We were in fact, provincials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it like, say, running around London, in the discotheques, with the Stones, and everything? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was a great period. We were like kings of the jungle then, and we were very close to the Stones. I don't know how close the others were but I spent a lot of time with Brian and Mick. I admire them, you know. I dug them the first time I saw them in whatever that place is they came from, Richmond. I spent a lot of time with them, and it was great. We all used to just go around London in cars and meet each other and talk about music with the Animals and Eric and all that. It was really a good time, that was the best period, fame-wise. We didn't get mobbed so much. It was like a men's smoking club, just a very good scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was Brian Jones like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, he was different over the years as he disintegrated. He ended up the kind of guy that you dread when he would come on the phone, because you knew it was trouble. He was really in a lot of pain. In the early days, he was all right, because he was young and confident. He was one of them guys that disintegrated in front of you. He wasn't sort of brilliant or anything, he was just a nice guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he died? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By then I didn't feel anything. I just thought another victim of the drug scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of the Stones today? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it's a lot of hype. I like "Honky Tonk Woman" but I think Mick's a joke, with all that fag dancing, I always did. I enjoy it, I'll probably go and see his films and all, like everybody else, but really, I think it's a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see him much now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I never do see him. We saw a bit of each other around when Allen was first coming in -- I think Mick got jealous. I was always very respectful about Mick and the Stones, but he said a lot of sort of tarty things about the Beatles, which I am hurt by, because you know, I can knock the Beatles, but don't let Mick Jagger knock them. I would like to just list what we did and what the Stones did two months after on every fuckin' album. Every fuckin' thing we did, Mick does exactly the same -- he imitates us. And I would like one of you fuckin' underground people to point it out, you know "Satanic Majesties" is Pepper, "We Love You," it's the most fuckin' bullshit, that's "All You Need Is Love." I resent the implication that the Stones are like revolutionaries and that the Beatles weren't. If the Stones were or are, the Beatles really were too. But they are not in the same class, music-wise or power-wise, never were. I never said anything, I always admired them, because I like their funky music and I like their style. I like rock and roll and the direction they took after they got over trying to imitate us, you know, but he's even going to do Apple now. He's going to do the same thing. He's obviously so upset by how big the Beatles are compared with him; he never got over it. Now he's in his old age, and he is beginning to knock us, you know, and he keeps knocking. I resent it, because even his second fuckin' record we wrote it for him. Mick said "Peace made money." We didn't make any money from Peace. You know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: We lost money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When "Sgt. Pepper" came out, did you know that you had put together a great album? Did you feel that while you were making it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, yeah and "Rubber Soul," too, and Revolver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of that review in the New York Times of "Sgt. Pepper"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't remember it. Did it pan it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't remember. In those days reviews weren't very important, because we had it made whatever happened. Nowadays, I'm as sensitive as shit. But those days, we were too big to touch. I don't remember the reviews at all, I never read them. We were so blas?©, we never even read the news clippings. It was a bore to read about us. I don't even remember ever hearing about that review. They've been trying to knock us down since we began, specially the British press, always saying, "What are you going to do when the bubble bursts?" That was the in-crowd joke with us. We'd go when we decided, not when some fickle public decided, because we were not a manufactured group. We knew what we were doing. Of course, we've made many mistakes, but we knew instinctively that it would end when we decided, and not when NBC or ATV decides to take off our series, or anything like that. There were very few things that happened to the Beatles that weren't really well-thought out by us -- whether to do it or not, and what the reaction would be and would it last forever. We had an instinct for something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you got busted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, but there are two ways of thinking: they are out to get us or it just happened that way. After I started Two Virgins and doing those kind of things, it seemed like I was fair game for the police. There was some myth about us being protected because we had an MBE. I don't think that it was true, it was just that we never did anything. The way Paul said the acid thing... I never got attacked for it, I don't know whether that was protection, because it was openly admitting that we had drugs. I just think nobody really bothered about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't you be alone without Yoko? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can be, but I don't wish to be. There is no reason on earth why I should be without her. There is nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. We dig being together all the time, and both of us could survive apart, but what for? I'm not going to sacrifice love, real love, for any fuckin' whore, or any friend, or any business, because in the end, you're alone at night. Neither of us want to be, and you can't fill the bed with groupies. I don't want to be a swinger. Like I said in the song, I've been through it all, and nothing works better than to have somebody you love hold you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said at one point, you have to write songs that can justify your existence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said a lot of things. I write songs because that's the thing I chose to do. And I can't help writing them, that's a fact. Sometimes I felt as though you worked to justify your existence, but you don't; you work to exist, and vice versa, and that's it, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you write songs because you can't help it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, creating is a result of pain, too. I have to put it somewhere, and I write songs. But when I was hiding in Weybridge (1968) I used to think I wasn't working there. I made 20 or 30 movies, just 8mm stuff but still movies, and many, many hours of tape of different sounds, just not rocking. I suppose you would call them avant-grade. That's how Yoko met me. There were very few people I could play those tapes to, and I played them to her, and then we made Two Virgins a few hours later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you going to keep from going overboard on things again? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I'll be able to control meself. "Control" is the wrong word. I just won't get involved in too many things, that's all. I'll just do whatever happens. It's silly to feel guilty that I'm not working, that I'm not doing this or that, it's just stupid. I'm just going to do what I want for meself and for both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say on your record that "The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone, so don't give me that brother, brother." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I'm sick of all these aggressive hippies or whatever they are, the "Now Generation," being very up-tight with me. Either on the street or anywhere, or on the phone, demanding my attention, as if I owed them something. I'm not their fucking parents, that's what it is. They come to the door with a fucking peace symbol and expect to just sort of march around the house or something, like an old Beatle fan. They're under a delusion of awareness by having long hair, and that's what I'm sick of. They frighten me, a lot of uptight maniacs going around, wearing fuckin' peace symbols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of Manson and that thing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what I thought when it happened. A lot of the things he says are true: he is a child of the state, made by us, and he took their children it when nobody else would. Of course, he's cracked all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about "Piggies" and "Helter Skelter"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's balmy, like any other Beatle-kind of fan who reads mysticism into it. We used to have a laugh about this, that or the other, in a light-hearted way, and some intellectual would read us, some symbolic youth generation wants to see something in it. We also took seriously some parts of the role, but I don't know what "Helter Skelter" has to do with knifing somebody. I've never listened to the words, properly, it was just a noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody spoke about the backwards thing on "Abbey Road." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's bullshit. I just read that one about Dylan, too. That's bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rumor about Paul being dead? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know where that started, that's barmy. You know as much about it as me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were any of those things really on the album that were said to be there? The clues? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. That was bullshit, the whole thing was made up. We wouldn't do anything like that. We did put in like "tit, tit, tit" in "Girl," and many things I don't remember, like a beat missing or something like that could be interpreted like that. Some people have got nothing better to do than study Bibles and make myths about it and study rocks and make stories about how people used to live. It's just something for them to do. They live vicariously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a point at which you decided you and Yoko would give up your private life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. We decided that if we were going to do anything, like get married or like this film we are going to make now, that we would dedicate it to peace and the concept of peace. During that period, because we are what we are, it evolved that somehow we ended up being responsible to produce peace. Even in our own heads we would get that way. That's how it is. Peace is still important and my life is dedicated to living -- just surviving is what it's about -- really from day to day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think the effects were? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know. I can't measure it. Somebody else has to tell us what the reaction is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened in Denmark? During the Peace Festival scene? There was a doctor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hamrick was brought over by Tony, because he said this was a great doctor -- he hadn't mentioned the flying saucers until he was on his way -- and he was going to hypnotize us so we would stop smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: We felt it was very practical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: We thought "great." Tony said it really worked, because it worked on him and it was easy. So this big guy comes in who seemed to be primaling all the time -- he was always crying a lot, and talking -- and then he tried it and it didn't work. He talked like crackers and then he said he would put us back into our past life. We were game for anything then, it's like going to a fortune teller -- so we said all right, do it. He was mumbling, pretending to hypnotize us; we're lying there, and he's making up all of these Walt Disney stories about past lives, which we didn't believe. But he was such a nice guy in a way. I was more into it then than Yoko; she's not quite as silly as I am. But I was thinking, "You never know, do you" -- I had this thing: believe everything until it is disproved -- it came from giving up ciggies and he was going on about how he had been on a space ship, so I said, come on, tell us more, I was suspicious, but I wouldn't stop the stories coming out. But they were obviously all insane people, and then these other two came with him.... Actually, we went there to talk to Kyoko, and it was really a case of "brothers" and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think rock and roll will become? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever we make it. If we want to go bullshitting off into intellectualism with rock and roll then we are going to get bullshitting rock intellectualism. If we want real rock and roll, it's up to all of us to create it and stop being hyped by the revolutionary image and long hair. We've got to get over that bit. That's what cutting hair is about. Let's own up now and see who's who, who is doing something about what, and who is making music and who is laying down bullshit. Rock and roll will be whatever we make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you think it means so much to people? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because the best stuff is primitive enough and has no bullshit. It gets through to you, it's beat, go to the jungle and they have the rhythm. It goes throughout the world and it's as simple as that, you get the rhythm going because everybody goes into it. I read that Eldridge Cleaver said that Blacks gave the middle class whites back their bodies, and put their minds and bodies together. Something like that. It gets through; it got through to me, the only thing to get through to me of all the things that were happening when I was 15. Rock and roll then was real, everything else was unreal. The thing about rock and roll, good rock and roll -- whatever good means and all that shit -- is that it's real and realism gets through to you despite yourself. You recognize something in it which is true, like all true art. Whatever art is, readers. OK. If it's real, it's simple usually, and if it's simple, it's true. Something like that. Rock and roll finally got through to Yoko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: Classical music was basically 4-4 and then it went into 4, 3, 2, which is just a waltz rhythm and all of that, but it just went further and further away from the heartbeat. Heartbeat is 4-4. Rhythm became very decorative, like Schoenberg, Webern. It is highly complicated and interesting -- our minds are very much like that -- but they lost the heartbeat. I went to see the Beatles' session in the beginning, and I thought, Oh well. So I said to John, "Why do you always use that beat all the time? The same beat, why don't you do something a bit more complicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: If somebody starts playing that intellectual on me, I'm going to start thinking. I'm a very shy person; if somebody attacks, I shrink. Yoko is an intellectual, a supreme intellectual, so I really know what I'm talking about; they have to have sort of a math formula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You feel basically the same way about rock and roll at 30 as you did at 15. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it will never be as new and it will never again do what it did to me then, but like "Tutti Fruitti" or "Long Tall Sally" is pretty avant garde. A friend of Yoko's in the village was talking about Dylan and "the One Note" as though he just discovered it. That's about as far out as you can get. The Blues are beautiful because it's simpler and because it's real. It's not perverted or thought about: It's not a concept, it is a chair; not a design for a chair but the first chair. The chair is for sitting on, not for looking at or being appreciated. You sit on that music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe "Beatle music"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It means a lot of things. There is not one thing that's Beatle music. How can they talk about it like that? What is Beatle music? "Walrus" or "Penny Lane?" Which? It's too diverse: "I Want to Hold Your Hand" or "Revolution Number Nine?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it in your music that turned everyone on at first? Why was it so infectious? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We didn't sound like everybody else. We didn't sound like the black musicians because we weren't black and we were brought up on an entirely different type of music and atmosphere. So "Please, Please Me" and "From Me To You" and all of those were our version of the chair. We were building our own chairs, that's all, and they were sort of local chairs. The first gimmick was the harmonica. There had been "Hey, Baby" with a harmonica and there was a terrible thing called "I Remember You" in England. All of a sudden we started using it on "Love Me Do." The first set of tricks was double tracking on the second album. I would love to remix some of the early stuff, because it is better than it sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of those concerts like the Hollywood Bowl? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was awful, I hated it. Some of them were good, but I didn't like Hollywood Bowl. Some of those big gigs were good, but not many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In an interview with Jon Cott a year or so ago, you said something about your favorite song being "Ticket to Ride." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I liked it because it was a slightly new sound at the time. But it's not my favorite song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In what way was it new? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was pretty fuckin' heavy for then. It's a heavy record, that's why I like it. I used to like guitars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In "Glass Onion" you say, "The Walrus is Paul," yet in the new album you admit that you were the Walrus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I Am the Walrus" was originally the B side of "Hello Goodbye"! I was still in my love cloud with Yoko and I thought, well, I'll just say something nice to Paul: "It's all right, you did a good job over these few years, holding us together." He was trying to organize the group, and organize the music, and be an individual and all that, so I wanted to thank him. I said "the Walrus is Paul" for that reason. I felt, "Well, he can have it. I've got Yoko, and thank you, you can have the credit." But now I'm sick of reading things that say Paul is the musician and George is the philosopher. I wonder where I fit in, what was my contribution? I get hurt, you know, sick of it. I'd sooner be Zappa and say, "Listen, you fuckers, this is what I did, and I don't care whether you like my attitude saying it." That's what I am, you know, I'm a fucking artist, and I'm not a fucking P.R. Agent or the product of some other person's imagination. Whether you're the public or whatever, I'm standing by my work whereas before I would not stand by it. That's what I'm saying: I was the Walrus, whatever that means. We saw the movie "Alice in Wonderland" in L.A. and the Walrus is a big capitalist that ate all the fuckin' oysters. If you must know, that's what he was even though I didn't remember this when I wrote it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you think of "Abbey Road"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I liked the "A" side but I never liked that sort of pop opera on the other side. I think it's junk because it was just bits of songs thrown together. "Come Together" is all right, that's all I remember. That was my song. It was a competent album, like "Rubber Soul." It was together in that way, but "Abbey Road" had no life in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it like recording "Instant Karma" with Phil? It was the first thing you did together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was great. I wrote it in the morning on the piano. I went to the office and sang it many times. So I said "Hell, let's do it," and we booked the studio, and Phil came in, and said, "How do you want it?" I said, "1950's but now." He said, "right," and boom, I did it in about three goes or something like that. I went in and he played it back and there it was. The only argument was that I said a bit more bass, that's all; and off we went. You see Phil is great at that; he doesn't fuss about with fuckin' stereo or all the bullshit. Does it sound all right? Then let's have it, no matter whether something's prominent or not prominent. If it sounds good to you as a layman or a human, take it, don't bother whether this is like that or the quality of this, just take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of "Give Peace A Chance?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The record was beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever see Moratorium Day in Washington, D.C.? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is what it is for, you know. I remember hearing them all sing it -- I don't know whether it was on the radio or TV -- it was a very big moment for me. That's what the song was about. You see, I'm shy and aggressive so I have great hopes for what I do with my work and I also have great despair that it's all pointless and it's shit. You know, how can you beat Beethoven or Shakespeare or whatever? In me secret heart I wanted to write something that would take over "We Shall Overcome." I don't know why. The one they always sang, and I thought, "Why doesn't somebody write something for the people now, that's what my job and our job is." I have the same kind of hope for "Working Class Hero." It's a different concept, but I feel it's a revolutionary song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In what respect? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's really just revolutionary. I think its concept is revolutionary, and I hope it's for workers and not for tarts and fags. I hope it's what "Give Peace A Chance" was about, but I don't know. On the other hand, it might just be ignored. I think it's for the people like me who are working class -- whatever, upper or lower -- who are supposed to be processed into the middle classes, through the machinery, that's all. It's my experience, and I hope it's just a warning to people. I'm saying it's a revolutionary song; not the song itself but that it's a song for the revolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a feeling for a Number One record? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I keep thinking "Mother" is a commercial record, because all the time I was writing it, it was the one I was singing the most, it's the one that seemed to catch on in my head. I'm convinced that "Mother" is a commercial record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I agree. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You agree? Well, thank you, but you said "God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I didn't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They're all playing "God" or "Isolation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, you're right about "Mother" because it's the one I have in my head most of the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the politics in it, too. Politics will prepare the ground for my album, same as "My Sweet Lord" prepared the ground for George's. I'm not going to get hits just like that; people are not just going to buy my album just because Rolling Stone liked it, or because they're going to play it tonight, or because Pete's a good pusher. People have got to be hyped in a way, they've got to have it presented to them in all the best ways that are possible. Maybe "Love" is the best way. I like the song "Love"; I like the melody and the words and everything, I think its beautiful, but I'm more of a rocker. I originally conceived of "Mother" and "Love" as being a single, but now, I think that "Mother" is too heavy. Maybe Allen's right. "Love" will do me more good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think so. I think "trust your own instinct." The thing with "Mother" is that's what the album's about. What will stay in your head the longest? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm opening a door for John Lennon, not for music or for the Beatles or for anybody or anything. Capitol is now trying to say that this is John Lennon, one of the Beatles and therefore, it's a different deal. When they were on the McCartney bandwagon, which they were on, and they thought that I was just an idiot pissing about with a Japanese broad, they didn't want to put out the music we were making like "Toronto" because they didn't like the idea. They were content to let me be a "Plastic Ono Band" and give me a special release I have to get, because the Beatles are tied up as Beatles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the implications? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The implications are all money -- all of it is money, man. They've been hinting around, they've been saying "Well, now, this looks like a John Lennon album, not Plastic Ono," well, to me it's Plastic Ono or I wouldn't put it out like that. I'm going to think about "Love." The original feeling was that there weren't enough things on the album to put out a single, only ten songs, only nine if you don't count "Mummy" and that means there's nothing to buy then. To me, it sounds like there are 40 songs on there. There's that side of the market and I'm not going to disregard it. I mean to sell as many albums as I can, because I'm an artist who wants everybody to love me, and everybody to buy my stuff. I'll go for that. How quick do you get to Number One? The thing is "Love" would attract more people, because of the message, man! There are many, many people who would not like "Mother." It hurts them. The first thing that happens to you when you get the album is you can't take it. Everybody's reacted exactly the same. They think "fuck." That's how everybody is. The second time they start saying oh, there's a little... So if I laid "Mother" on them it confirms the suspicion that something nasty is going on with that John Lennon and his broad again. People aren't that hip; students aren't that aware; they're just like anybody else. "Oh, misery! Don't tell me that's what it's about, its really awful. Be a good boy, now, John, you had a hard time, but me, me and my mother..." So there's all that to go through. "Love" I wrote in a spirit of love for Yoko, and it has all that. It's a beautiful melody, and I'm not even known for writing melody. You've got to think of that. If it goes, it'll do me good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you write most of the stuff in this album on guitar or on piano? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ones on which I play guitar, I wrote on guitar; the ones on which I play piano, I wrote on piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the differences to you when you write them? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I can play the piano even worse than I play the guitar -- a limited palette, as they call it -- I surprise myself. I have to think in terms of going from "C" to "A", and I'm not quite sure where I am half the time. When I'm holding a chord on the guitar it's only a sixth or seventh or something like that; on the piano, I don't know what it is. It's got that kind of feel about it. I know such a lot about the guitar, that with it I can be buskin'; if I want to write just a rocker, I have to play guitar, because I can't play piano well enough to inspire me to rock. That's the difference, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think are your best songs that you have written? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever? The one best song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever thought of that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know. If somebody asked me what is my favorite song, is it "Stardust" or something, I can't answer. That kind of decision-making I can't do. I always liked "Walrus," "Strawberry Fields," "Help," "In My Life," those are some favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why "Help"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I meant it -- it's real. The lyric is as good now as it was then. It is no different, and it makes me feel secure to know that I was that aware of myself then. It was just me singing "Help" and I meant it. I don't like the recording that much; we did it too fast trying to be commercial. I like "I Want To Hold Your Hand." We wrote that together, it's a beautiful melody. I might do "I Want To Hold Your Hand" and "Help" again, because I like them and I can sing them. "Strawberry Fields" because it's real, real for then, and I think it's like talking, "You know, I sometimes think no..." It's like he talks to himself, sort of singing, which I thought was nice. I like "Across the Universe," too. It's one of the best lyrics I've written. In fact, it could be the best. It's good poetry, or whatever you call it, without chewin' it. See, the ones I like are the ones that stand as words, without melody. They don't have to have any melody, like a poem, you can read them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's your ultimate criterion? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, that's just the ones I happen to like. I like to read other people's lyrics too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what happened with "Let It Be"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was another one like "Magical Mystery Tour." In a nutshell, it was time for another Beatle movie or something; Paul wanted us to go on the road or do something. He sort of set it up, and there were discussions about where to go, and all of that. I had Yoko by them, and I would just tag along. I was stoned all the time and I just didn't give a shit. Nobody did. It was just like it was in the movie; when I got to do "Across the Universe" (which I wanted to rerecord because the original wasn't very good), Paul yawns and plays boogie. I merely say, "Anyone want to do a fast one?" That's how I am. Year after year, that begins to wear you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long did those sessions last? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, fuckin' God knows how long. Paul had this idea that he was going to rehearse us. He's looking for perfection all the time, and had these ideas that we would rehearse and then make the album. We, being lazy fuckers -- and we'd been playing for 20 years! We're grown men, for fuck's sake, and we're not going to sit around and rehearse, I'm not, anyway -- we couldn't get into it. We put down a few tracks, and nobody was in it at all. It just was a dreadful, dreadful feeling in Twickenham Studio, being filmed all the time, I just wanted them to go away. We'd be there at eight in the morning. You couldn't make music at eight in the morning in a strange place, with people filming you, and colored lights flashing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how did it end? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The tape ended up like the bootleg version. We didn't want to know about it anymore, so we just left it to Glyn Johns and said, "Here, mix it." That was the first time since the first album that we didn't want to have anything to do with it. None of us could be bothered going in. Nobody called anybody about it, and the tapes were left there. Glyn Johns did it. We got an acetate in the mail and we called each other and said, "What do you think?" We were going to let it out in really shitty condition. I didn't care. I thought it was good to let it out and show people what had happened to us, we can't get it together; we don't play together any more; you know, leave us alone. The bootleg version is what it was like, and everyone was probably thinking they're not going to fucking work on it. There were 29 hours of tape, so much that it was like a movie. Twenty takes of everything, because we were rehearsing and taking everything. Nobody could face looking at it. When Spector came around, we said, "Well, if you want to work with us, go and do your audition." He worked like a pig on it. He always wanted to work with the Beatles, and he was given the shittiest load of badly recorded shit, with a lousy feeling toward it, ever. And he made something out of it. He did a great job. When I heard it, I didn't puke; I was so relieved after six months of this black cloud hanging over me that this was going to go out. I had thought it would be good to let the shitty version out because it would break the Beatles, break the myth. It would be just us, with no trousers on and no glossy paint over the cover, and no hype: This is what we are like with our trousers off, would you please end the game now? But that didn't happen. We ended up doing "Abbey Road" quickly, and putting out something slick to preserve the myth. I am weak as well as strong, you know, and I wasn't going to fight for "Let It Be" because I really couldn't stand it. Finally, when "Let It Be" was going to be released, Paul wanted to bring out his album. There were so many clashes. It did come out at the same time or something, didn't it? I think he wanted to show he was the Beatles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you surprised when you heard it, at what he had done? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Very. I expected just a little more. If Paul and I are sort of disagreeing, and I feel weak, I think he must feel strong, you know, that's in an argument. Not that we've had much physical argument, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think Paul will think of your album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it'll probably scare him into doing something decent, and then he'll scare me into doing something decent, like that. I think he's capable of great work and I think he will do it. I wish he wouldn't, you know, I wish nobody would, Dylan or anybody. In me heart of hearts, I wish I was the only one in the world or whatever it is. But I can't see Paul doing it twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was it like to go on tour? You had cripples coming up to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was our version of what was happening. People were sort of touching us as we walked past, that kind of thing. Wherever we went we were supposed to be not like normal and we were supposed to put up with all sorts of shit from Lord Mayors and their wives, be touched and pawed like "Hard Day's Night," only a million more times, like at the American Embassy or the British Embassy in Washington here or wherever it was when some bloody animal cut Ringo's hair. I walked out of that, swearing at all of them. I'd forgotten but you tripped me off into that one. What was the question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cripples. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wherever we went on tour, in Britain and everywhere we went, there were always a few seats laid aside for cripples and people in wheelchairs. Because we were famous, we were supposed to have epileptics and whatever they are in our dressing room all the time. We were supposed to be sort of "good," and really you wanted to be alone. You don't know what to say, because they're usually saying "I've got your record" or they can't speak and just want to touch you. It's always the mother or the nurse pushing them on you, they themselves would just say hello and go away, but the mothers would push them at you like you were Christ or something, as if there were some aura about you which would rub off on them. It just got to be like that and we were very sort of callous about it. It was just dreadful: you would open up every night, and instead of seeing kids there, you would just see a row full of cripples along the front. It seemed that we were just surrounded by cripples and blind people all the time, and when we would go through corridors, they would be all touching us and things like that. It was horrifying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must have been still fairly young and naive at that point. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, well, as naive as "In His Own Write." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surely that must have made you think for a second. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I mean we knew what the game was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It didn't astound you at that point, that you were supposed to be able to make the lame walk and the blind see? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was the "in" joke that we were supposed to cure them; it was the kind of thing that we would say, because it was a cruel thing to say. We felt sorry for them, anybody would, but there is a kind of embarrassment when you're surrounded by blind, deaf and crippled people. There is only so much we could say, you know, with the pressure on us, to do and to perform. The bigger we got, the more unreality we had to face; the more we were expected to do until, when you didn't sort of shake hands with a Mayor's wife, she would start abusing you and screaming and saying "How dare they?" There is one of Derek's stories in which we were asleep after the show in the hotel somewhere in America, and the Mayor's wife comes and says, "Get them up, I want to meet them." Derek said, "I'm not going to wake them." She started to scream, "You get them up or I'll tell the press." There was always that -- they were always threatening that they would tell the press about us, if we didn't see their bloody daughter with her braces on her teeth. It was always the police chief's daughter or the Lord Mayor's daughter, all the most obnoxious kids -- because they had the most obnoxious parents -- that we were forced to see all the time. We had these people thrust on us. The most humiliating experiences were like sitting with the Mayor of the Bahamas, when we were making "Help" and being insulted by these fuckin' junked up middle-class bitches and bastards who would be commenting on our work and commenting on our manners. I was always drunk, insulting them. I couldn't take it. It would hurt me. I would go insane, swearing at them. I would do something. I couldn't take it. All that business was awful, it was a fuckin' humiliation. One has to completely humiliate oneself to be what the Beatles were, and that's what I resent. I didn't know, I didn't foresee. It happened bit by bit, gradually until this complete craziness is surrounding you, and you're doing exactly what you don't want to do with people you can't stand -- the people you hated when you were ten. And that's what I'm saying in this album -- I remember what it's all about now you fuckers -- fuck you! That's what I'm saying, you don't get me twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you take it all back? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a Beatle? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could be a fuckin' fisherman I would. If I had the capabilities of being something other than I am, I would. It's no fun being an artist. You know what it's like, writing, it's torture. I read about Van Gogh, Beethoven, any of the fuckers. If they had psychiatrists, we wouldn't have had Gauguin's great pictures. These bastards are just sucking us to death; that's about all that we can do, is do it like circus animals. I resent being an artist, in that respect, I resent performing for fucking idiots who don't know anything. They can't feel. I'm the one that's feeling, because I'm the one that is expressing. They live vicariously through me and other artists, and we are the ones... even with the boxers-- when Oscar comes in the ring, they're booing the shit out of him, he only hits Clay once and they're all cheering him. I'd sooner be in the audience, really, but I'm not capable of it. One of my big things is that I wish to be a fisherman. I know it sounds silly-- and I'd sooner be rich than poor, and all the rest of that shit-- but I wish the pain was ignorance or bliss or something. If you don't know, man, then there's no pain; that's how I express it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think the effect was of the Beatles on the history of Britain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know about the "history"; the people who are in control and in power, and the class system and the whole bullshit bourgeoisie is exactly the same, except there is a lot of fag middle class kids with long, long hair walking around London in trendy clothes, and Kenneth Tynan is making a fortune out of the word "fuck." Apart from that, nothing happened. We all dressed up, the same bastards are in control, the same people are runnin' everything. It is exactly the same. We've grown up a little, all of us, there has been a change and we're all a bit freer and all that, but it's the same game. Shit, they're doing exactly the same thing, selling arms to South Africa, killing blacks on the street, people are living in fucking poverty, with rats crawling over them. It just makes you puke, and I woke up to that too. The dream is over. It's just the same, only I'm thirty, and a lot of people have got long hair. That's what it is, man, nothing happened except that we grew up, we did our thing-- just like they were telling us. You kids-- most of the so called "now generation" are getting a job. We're a minority, you know, people like us always were, but maybe we are a slightly larger minority because of maybe something or other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you think the impact of the Beatles was so much bigger in America than it was in England? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The same reason that American stars are so much bigger in England: the grass is greener. We were really professional by the time we got to the States; we had learned the whole game. When we arrived here we knew how to handle the press; the British press were the toughest in the world and we could handle anything. We were all right. On the plane over, I was thinking "Oh, we won't make it," or I said it on a film or something, but that's that side of me. We knew we would wipe you out if we could just get a grip on you. We were new. And when we got here, you were all walking around in fuckin' bermuda shorts, with Boston crew cuts and stuff on your teeth. Now they're telling us, they're all saying, "Beatles are passe and this is like that, man." The chicks looked like fuckin' 1940 horses. There was no conception of dress or any of that jazz. We just thought "what an ugly race," it looked just disgusting. We thought how hip we were, but, of course, we weren't. It was just the five of us, us and the Stones were really the hip ones; the rest of England were just the same as they ever were. You tend to get nationalistic, and we would really laugh at America, except for its music. It was the black music we dug, and over here even the blacks were laughing at people like Chuck Berry and the blues singers; the blacks thought it wasn't sharp to dig the really funky music, and the whites only listened to Jan and Dean and all that. We felt that we had the message which was "listen to this music." It was the same in Liverpool, we felt very exclusive and underground in Liverpool, listening to Richie Barret and Barrett Strong, and all those old-time records. Nobody was listening to any of them except Eric Burdon in Newcastle and Mick Jagger in London. It was that lonely, it was fantastic. When we came over here and it was the same -- nobody was listening to rock and roll or to black music in America-- we felt as though we were coming to the land of its origin but nobody wanted to know about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What part did you ever play in the songs that are heavily identified with Paul, like "Yesterday"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yesterday," I had nothing to do with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eleanor Rigby"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Eleanor Rigby" I wrote a good half of the lyrics or more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did Paul show you "Yesterday"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't remember -- I really don't remember, it was a long time ago. I think he was... I really don't remember, it just sort of appeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you think has done the best versions of your stuff? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't think of anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you hear Ike and Tina Turner doing "Come Together"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I didn't think they did too much of a job on it, I think they could have done it better. They did a better "Honky Tonk Woman." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ray Charles doing "Yesterday"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That was quite nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you had Otis doing "Day Tripper," what did you think of that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think he did a very good job on "Day Tripper." I never went much for the covers. It doesn't interest me, really. I like people doing them -- I've heard some nice versions on "In My Life," I don't know who it was, though. [Judy Collins], Jose Feliciano did "Help" quite nice once. I like people doing it, I get a kick out of it. I thought it was interesting that Nina Simone did a sort of answer to "Revolution." That was very good-- it was sort of like "Revolution," but not quite. That I sort of enjoyed, somebody who reacted immediately to what I had said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wrote "Nowhere Man"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me, me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you write that about anybody in particular? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Probably about myself. I remember I was just going through this paranoia trying to write something and nothing would come out so I just lay down and tried to not write and then this came out, the whole thing came out in one gulp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What songs really stick in your mind as being Lennon-McCartney songs? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I Want to Hold Your Hand," "From Me To You," "She Loves You" -- I'd have to have the list, there's so many, trillions of 'em. Those are the ones. In a rock band you have to make singles, you have to keep writing them. Plenty more. We both had our fingers in each others pies. I remember that the simplicity on the new album was evident on the Beatles double album. It was evident in "She's So Heavy," in fact a reviewer wrote of "She's So Heavy": "He seems to have lost his talent for lyrics, it's so simple and boring." "She's So Heavy" was about Yoko. When it gets down to it, like she said, when you're drowning you don't say "I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me," you just scream. And in "She's So Heavy," I just sang "I want you, I want you so bad, she's so heavy, I want you," like that. I started simplifying my lyrics then, on the double album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song from the Help album, like "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away." How did you write that? What were the circumstances? Where were you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in Kenwood and I would just be songwriting. The period would be for songwriting and so every day I would attempt to write a song and it's one of those that you sort of sing a bit sadly to yourself, "Here I stand, head in hand..." I started thinking about my own emotions-- I don't know when exactly it started like "I'm a Loser" or "Hide Your Love Away" or those kind of things-- instead of projecting myself into a situation I would just try to express what I felt about myself which I'd done in me books. I think it was Dylan helped me realize that -- not by any discussion or anything but just by hearing his work-- I had a sort of professional songwriter's attitude to writing pop songs; he would turn out a certain style of song for a single and we would do a certain style of thing for this and the other thing. I was already a stylized songwriter on the first album. But to express myself I would write "Spaniard in the Works" or "In His Own Write," the personal stories which were expressive of my personal emotions. I'd have a separate songwriting John Lennon who wrote songs for the sort of meat market, and I didn't consider them-- the lyrics or anything-- to have any depth at all. They were just a joke. Then I started being me about the songs, not writing them objectively, but subjectively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about on "Rubber Soul," "Norwegian Wood"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was trying to write about an affair without letting me wife know I was writing about an affair, so it was very gobbledegook. I was sort of writing from my experiences, girls' flats, things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you write that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote it at Kenwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you decide to put a sitar on it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it was at the studio. George had just got the sitar and I said "Could you play this piece?" We went through many different sort of versions of the song, it was never right and I was getting very angry about it, it wasn't coming out like I said. They said, "Well just do it how you want to do it" and I said, "Well I just want to do it like this." They let me go and I did the guitar very loudly into the mike and sang it at the same time and then George had the sitar and I asked him could he play the piece that I'd written, you know, dee diddley dee diddley dee, that bit, and he was not sure whether he could play it yet because he hadn't done much on the sitar but he was willing to have a go, as is his wont, and he learned the bit and dubbed it on after. I think we did it in sections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You also have a song on that album "In My Life." When did you write that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote that in Kenwood. I used to write upstairs where I had about ten Brunell tape recorders all linked up, I still have them, I'd mastered them over the period of a year or two-- I could never make a rock and roll record but I could make some far out stuff on it. I wrote it upstairs, that was one where I wrote the lyrics first and then sang it. That was usually the case with things like "In My Life" and "Universe" and some of the ones that stand out a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you just record yourself and a guitar on a tape and then bring it in to the studio? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would do that just to get an impression of what it sounded like sung and to hear it back for judging it-- you never know 'til you hear the song yourself. I would double track the guitar or the voice or something on the tape. I think on "Norwegian Wood" and "In My Life" Paul helped with the middle eight, to give credit where it's due. From the same period, same time, I never liked "Run For Your Life," because it was a song I just knocked off. It was inspired from-- this is a very vague connection -- from "Baby Let's Play House." There was a line on it-- I used to like specific lines from songs-- "I'd rather see you dead, little girl, than to be with another man"-- so I wrote it around that but I didn't think it was that important. "Girl" I liked because I was, in a way, trying to say something or other about Christianity which I was opposed to at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Christianity in that song? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I was brought up in the church. One of the reviews of "In His Own Write" was that they tried to put me in this satire boom with Peter Cook and those people that came out of Cambridge, saying well he's just satirizing the normal things like the church and the state, which is what I did in "In His Own Write". Those are the things that you keep satirizing because they're the only things. I was pretty heavy on the church in both books, but it was never picked up although it was obviously there. I was just talking about Christianity in that -- a thing like you have to be tortured to attain heaven. I'm only saying that I was talking about "pain will lead to pleasure" in "Girl" and that was sort of the Catholic Christian concept-- be tortured and then it'll be alright, which seems to be a bit true but not in their concept of it. But I didn't believe in that, that you have to be tortured to attain anything, it just so happens that you were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me ask you about one on the double album, "Glass Onion." You set out to write a little message to the audience. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I was having a laugh because there'd been so much gobbledegook about Pepper, play it backwards and you stand on your head and all that. Even now, I just saw Mel Torme on TV the other day saying that "Lucy" was written to promote drugs and so was "A Little Help From My Friends" and none of them were at all -- "A Little Help From My Friends" only says get high in it, it's really about a little help from my friends, it's a sincere message. Paul had the line about "little help from my friends," I'm not sure, he had some kind of structure for it and-- we wrote it pretty well 50-50 but it was based on his original idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you make "Revolution"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's three of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting with the single. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When George and Paul and all of them were on holiday, I made "Revolution" which is on the LP and "Revolution #9." I wanted to put it out as a single, I had it all prepared, but they came by, and said it wasn't good enough. And we put out what? "Hello Goodbye" or some shit like that? No, we put out "Hey Jude," which was worth it-- I'm sorry-- but we could have had both. I wanted to put what I felt about revolution; I thought it was time we fuckin' spoke about it, the same as I thought it was about time we stopped not answering about the Vietnamese War when we were on tour with Brian Epstein and had to tell him, "We're going to talk about the war this time and we're not going to just waffle." I wanted to say what I thought about revolution. I had been thinking about it up in the hills in India. I still had this "God will save us" feeling about it, that it's going to be all right (even now I'm saying "Hold on, John, it's going to be all right," otherwise, I won't hold on) but that's why I did it, I wanted to talk, I wanted to say my piece about revolution. I wanted to tell you, or whoever listens, to communicate, to say "What do you say? This is what I say." On one version I said "Count me in" about violence, in or out, because I wasn't sure. But the version we put out said "Count me out," because I don't fancy a violent revolution happening all over. I don't want to die; but I begin to think what else can happen, you know, it seems inevitable. "Revolution #9" was an unconscious picture of what I actually think will happen when it happens; that was just like a drawing of revolution. All the thing was made with loops, I had about thirty loops going, fed them onto one basic track. I was getting classical tapes, going upstairs and chopping them up, making it backwards and things like that, to get the sound effects. One thing was an engineer's testing tape and it would come on with a voice saying "This is EMI Test Series #9." I just cut up whatever he said and I'd number nine it. Nine turned out to be my birthday and my lucky number and everything. I didn't realize it; it was just so funny the voice saying "Number nine"; it was like a joke, bringing number nine into it all the time, that's all it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: It also turns out to be the highest number you know, one, two, etc., up to nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: There are many symbolic things about it but it just happened you know, just an engineer's tape and I was just using all the bits to make a montage. I really wanted that released. So that's my feeling. The idea was don't aggravate the pig by waving the thing that aggravates-- by waving the Red flag in his face. You know, I really thought that love would save us all. But now I'm wearing a Chairman Mao badge. I'm just beginning to think he's doing a good job. I would never know until I went to China. I'm not going to be like that, I was just always interested enough to sing about him. I just wondered what the kids who were actually Maoists were doing. I wondered what their motive was and what was really going on. I thought if they wanted revolution, if they really want to be subtle, what's the point of saying "I'm a Maoist and why don't you shoot me down?" I thought that wasn't a very clever way of getting what they wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't really believe that we are headed for a violent revolution? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know; I've got no more conception than you. I can't see... eventually it'll happen, like it will happen-- it has to happen; what else can happen? It might happen now, or it might happen in a hundred years, but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a violent revolution now might just be the end of the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not necessarily. They say that every time, but I don't really believe it, you see. If it is, OK, I'm back to where I was when I was 17 and at 17 I used to wish a fuckin' earthquake or revolution would happen so that I could go out and steal and do what the blacks are doing now. If I was black, I'd be all for it; if I were 17 I'd be all for it, too. What have you got to lose? Now I've got something to lose. I don't want to die, and I don't want to be hurt physically, but if they blow the world up, fuck it, we're all out of our pain then, forget it, no more problems! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You sing, "Hold on world..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I sing "Hold on John," too, because I don't want to die. I don't want to be hurt, and "please don't hit me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think by holding on it will be all right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's only going to be all right-- it's now, this moment. That's all right this moment, and hold on now; we might have a cup of tea or we might get a moment's happiness any minute now, so that's what it's all about, just moment by moment; that's how we're living, cherishing each day and dreading it, too. It might be your last day-- you might get run over by a car-- and I'm really beginning to cherish it. I cherish life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happiness is a Warm Gun" is a nice song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, I like that one of my best, I had forgotten about that. Oh, I love it. I think it's a beautiful song. I like all the different things that are happening in it. Like "God," I had put together some three sections of different songs, it was meant to be-- it seemed to run through all the different kinds of rock music. It wasn't about "H" at all. "Lucy In The Sky" with diamonds which I swear to God, or swear to Mao, or to anybody you like, I had no idea spelled L.S.D.-- and "Happiness"-- George Martin had a book on guns which he had told me about-- I can't remember-- or I think he showed me a cover of a magazine that said "Happiness Is A Warm Gun." It was a gun magazine, that's it: I read it, thought it was a fantastic, insane thing to say. A warm gun means that you just shot something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you realize that those were the initials of "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds"? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only after I read it or somebody told me, like you coming up. I didn't even see it on the label. I didn't look at the initials. I don't look-- I mean I never play things backwards. I listened to it as I made it. It's like there will be things on this one, if you fiddle about with it. I don't know what they are. Every time after that though I would look at the titles to see what it said, and usually they never said anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said to me " 'Sgt. Pepper' is the one." That was the album? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it was a peak. Paul and I were definitely working together, especially on "A Day In The Life" that was a real... The way we wrote a lot of the time: you'd write the good bit, the part that was easy, like "I read the news today" or whatever it was, then when you got stuck or whenever it got hard, instead of carrying on, you just drop it; then we would meet each other, and I would sing half, and he would be inspired to write the next bit and vice versa. He was a bit shy about it because I think he thought it's already a good song. Sometimes we wouldn't let each other interfere with a song either, because you tend to be a bit lax with someone else's stuff, you experiment a bit. So we were doing it in his room with the piano. He said "Should we do this?" "Yeah, let's do that." I keep saying that I always preferred the double album, because my music is better on the double album; I don't care about the whole concept of Pepper, it might be better, but the music was better for me on the double album, because I'm being myself on it. I think it's as simple as the new album, like "I'm So Tired" is just the guitar. I felt more at ease with that than the production. I don't like production so much. But Pepper was a peak all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: People think that's the peak and I'm just so amazed... John's done all that Beatle stuff. But this new album of John's is a real peak, that's higher than any other thing he has done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Thank you, dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think it is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, sure. I think it's "Sergeant Lennon." I don't really know how it will sink in, where it will lie, in the spectrum of rock and roll and the generation and all the rest of it, but I know what it is. It's something else, it's another door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: That you don't even know yet or realize it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: I'm sneakingly aware of it, but not fully, until it is all over like anyone else. We didn't really know what Pepper was going to do or what anything was going to do. I had a feeling, but, I don't know whether it's going to settle down in a minority position. The new album could do that because, in one way it's terribly uncommercial, it's so miserable in a way and heavy, but it's reality, and I'm not going to veer away from it for anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: I was thinking that Tom Jones is like medium without message, but John's stuff is like the message is the medium; it's the message. He didn't need any decorative sound, or decorativeness about it. That is why in some songs it seems that the accompaniment is simple but it's like an urgent message, I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: Thank you and good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you get in touch with Allen Klein? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got various messages through various people that Allen Klein would like to talk to you. Really, it was Mick who got us together. I mean I knew who he was. I didn't want to talk. I had heard about him over the years; the first time I heard about him was that he said one day he would have the Beatles, and this was when Brian was with us. He had offered Brian this good deal, which in retrospect was something Brian should have done. This was years ago. I had heard about all these dreadful rumors about him but I could never coordinate it with the fact that the Stones seemed to be going on and on with him and nobody ever said a word. Mick's not the type to just clam up, so I started thinking he must be all right. But still, when I heard he wanted to see me, I got nervous, because "some business man wants to see me, it's going to be business and business makes me nervous." Finally I got a message from Mick-- Allen had really set up the whole deal you know, Mick and us nearly went into Apple together a few years back and we had big meetings and discussions about the studios and all of that, but it never happened-- and Allen would have come in that way. That was after Brian died, but it didn't happen. All these approaches were coming from all over the place, and then I met him at the "Rock and Roll Circus" [the TV film] which has never been seen, with John and Yoko performing together for the first time with a crazy violinist and Keith on bass and all that-- I always regret that-- and I met him there. I didn't know what to make of him; we just shook hands and then... Yoko, what happened next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ono: Then one day we finally decided to meet him, you remember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lennon: I don't know, we just decided to meet him. Did we call him or did we accept his call? He called me once, but I never accepted it; I never accepted the call at the house; I think in Kenwood once he called, and I didn't take it, I was too nervous. I don't like talking to strangers as it is, strangers want to talk about reality, or something else, so I didn't accept the call. Then finally did we accept the call or did I put a call through? He'll tell you. Do you know he knows the lyrics to every fuckin' song you could ever imagine from the Twenties on? I was with him last night eating, and I was just singing a few things-- Yoko thinks I know every song, I know millions of songs-- I'm like a juke box, thousands upon millions. G chords and so on-- but Allen not only knows it, but he knows every fuckin' word, even the chorus. He's got a memory like that, so ask him. But then we met and it was very traumatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In what way? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are both very nervous. He was nervous as shit, and I was nervous as shit, and Yoko was nervous. We met at the Dorchester, we went up to his room, and we just went in you know. He was sitting there all nervous. He was all alone, he didn't have any of his helpers around, because he didn't want to do anything like that. But he was very nervous, you could see it in his face. When I saw that I felt better. We talked to him a few hours, and we decided that night, he was it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made you decide that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He not only knew my work, and the lyrics that I had written but he also understood them, and from way back. That was it. If he knew what I was saying and followed my work, then that was pretty damn good, because it's hard to see me, John Lennon, amongst that. He talked sense about what had happened. He just said what was going on, and I just knew. He is a very intelligent guy; he told me what was happening with the Beatles, and my relationship with Paul and George and Ringo. He knew every damn thing about us, the same as he knows everything about the Stones. He's a fuckin' sharp man. There are things he doesn't know, but when it comes to that kind of business, he knows. And anybody that knew me that well-- without having met me-- had to be a guy I could let look after me. So I wrote to Sir Joe Lockwood that night. We were so pleased, I didn't care what the others might say. I told Allen, "You can handle me." Yoko had become my advisor so that I wouldn't go into Maharishi's anymore. It was Derek and Yoko and I interviewing people coming in to take over Apple when we were running it at Wigmore Street, and Yoko would sit behind me and I'd play me games and she would tell me what they were doing when I blinked, and how they were in her opinion, because she wasn't as stupid or emotional as me. And I've never had that except when the Beatles were against the world I did have the cooperation of a good mind like Paul's. It was us against them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you wrote Lockwood? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I wrote Lockwood saying: "Dear Sir Joe: From now on Allen Klein handles all my stuff," Allen has it framed somewhere. I posted it that night and Allen couldn't believe it. He was so excited-- "At last, at last!" He was trying not to push, and I was just saying "You can handle me, and I'll tell the others you seem all right and you can come and meet George and everything, and Paul and all of them." I had to present a case to them, and Allen had to talk to them himself. And of course, I promoted him in the fashion in which you will see me promoting or talking about something. I was enthusiastic about him and I was relieved because I had met a lot of people including Lord Beeching who was one of the top people in Britain and all that. Paul had told me, "Go and see Lord Beeching" so I went. I mean I'm a good boy, man, and I saw Lord Beeching and he was no help at all. I mean, he was all right. Paul was in America getting Eastman and I was interviewing all these so-called top people, and they were animals. Allen was a human being, the same as Brian was a human being. It was the same thing with Brian in the early days, it was an assessment; I make a lot of mistakes characterwise, but now and then I make a good one and Allen is one, Yoko is one and Brian was one. I am closer to him than to anybody else, outside of Yoko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did the rest of them react? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;
