A Secret

a secret is something you tell one other person so i'm telling you, child...

I guess Interpol are about to reveal some secret in a next few weeks or months. New picture and no further info at all. Just a sign that says: INTERPOL 2010.

In a new film called 'Killing Bono' they say they'll reveal one of the first U2 songs ever. They say they even didn't call themselves U2 but The Hype back then. They say it has never been released. They say it's called Secret Mission (not Street Mission). They say, they say, they say....

Kele is going to premiere his first single Tenderoni from the solo album on Zane Lowe's show BBC radio 1 tonight.

StreetART / Hyuro

More Hyuro stuff here.

Three White Wolves

Autobiography - Patti Smith

great human wild animal
amoral
an outlaw
keep watch over her

I was born in Illinois...mainline of America...
beat to shit...Chicago tenement
big red eyd rats in the night...dead rats to tease at night
Morning...I waired for the organ grinder
with my nickle for the monkeys tin cup
gingerbread man,,,cotton candy man
bad girl setting fire to the oil cans
run like hell escape on the icemans truck
I was a lisping ugly duck
but I had good luck

Mama filled me with fantasy...my bears danced at midnight
even my toybox had a soul
Mama called me her goat girl...little black sheep
I loved my brother and sister: Todd and Linda
we drank each others blood...were double blood brothers
we rolled in fields...three white wolves...we practiced telepathy
no one could seperate us...our minds were one
One, little one eye...I had an eyepatch...I walked like a duck
In the yards the nursery children cried Quack Quack
I didn't care and I didn't fight back.
I floated off...fantasy gave me fire...I was made of water
the moon caused tidal waves and I'd cry like a coyote.

I learned to drift...magik...taroc pack
I paraded in thirty disguises
and when people laughed at my carnival family
We didn't care...We had amour:
Daddy was a tap dancer...acrobat...wild horse
tracing pornography through the bible.
Mama was the dream of every sailor...bootlegged whiskey
called spirits from the evenings half moon...dream weaver
We braved hurricanes...a new baby came...I named her Kim
the neighbors were suspicious...they called us witches
we didn't care...we were laughing and dancing and damned
and there was always music
Hank Williams crying off the lonesomes
funny valentine...Patty Waters
beat of the drum...bartok
song of the swamp rat
rock and roll music
rock and roll music

Rythum
On my own...my own rythums:
rythum of the railroad
steamheat of the factory
Alabama blues on a migrant bus
but as a blueberry picker I failed...I dreamed too much
the berry crop died...my mother smiled.
I ran off...I traveled...I broke down
kept running...TB trapped in the lung...spitting on the railroad track
I shook...I drank...rythum of one too many rhums
Drunk and broke down I slinked home...grabbed my sisters hand
and away we run...we took a frighter to Iceland
railway to Paris...Pigalle and wine in a black dress
I joined the fire eaters and sang in the streets...using all I learned
from Lotte Lenya...Bob Dylan...and motorcycle rock n'roll
We lived near a wishing well...milked goats...capyured snails
and crawled back to New York.
New York my greatest love:
Rise of the building
flash of 42nd street...the pool halls...the hustlers
the trucks along tenth avenue
the helicopter yards
ghost of Jackson Pollock
human shit and dead dog floating on the Hudson River
moving...I kept moving
dreaming:
Panama...heart of adventure
the hot life of Mexico
the drunkard...the dock worker
Rythum...flash of white hair...winter
the Jesters...the Paragons
rise of the blue heron
breathe through the great rythum
scream through the Shepard
sing through that rock n'roll music
rock n'roll music
rock n'roll music
rock n'roll

Published in The Patti Smith Fan Club, Journal, #6,

July of 1978 and luckily seen the light of a day again

just recently thanks to Don from Eternal Cafe.

b o a r d : Heaven

This is how it looks like in heaven.

Les 2 Alpes

This Is My Band

This is my band and tonight I discovered this:

Meanwhile I've been listening to:

Foals - Total Life Forever

Caribou - Swim
Caribou - Andorra
Caribou - The Milk of Human Kindness
Bonobo - Days To Come
Massive Attack - Collected
Four Tet - Remixes
Four Tet - Rounds
Radiohead - Amnesiac
Radiohead - Ok Computer
Damon Albarn & Michael Nyman - Ravenous soundtrack
Damon Albarn - Democrazy
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Murder Ballads
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Let Love In
Joy Division - Uknown Pleasures
Joy Division - Closer
Joy Division - Substance

...last 24 hours

New Foals album is promising. Caribou's Swim is pretty good too.

Pixels

PIXELS by Patrick Jean from ONE MORE PRODUCTION on Vimeo.

Iceland is Punk

Iceland is taking the piss out of the western society. The last real punk
around. So enjoy the look on the sky, Europe. For some time it might
be quite quiet up there. And crystal clear. When no planes go.

These Boots Are Made For Walking

Not a Converse fan, not a shoe (but a Schoo!) fan, not a "let's make money
on some dead but great band" fan... but these boots are made for walking!

Brussels 1979

Brussels, Belgium
October 18, 1979
Photo by Philippe Carly

More rare treasure-like photos from the great times here: new wave photos

Norwich 1981

Norwich, England
October 01, 1981
Photo by Trevor Benbrook

Head Into Tomorrow