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Making a stand

It has been long debated in the pop circles whether or not musicians and other not so important people should take part in politics. Apart from being a complete nonsense question, for politics concern everyone and therefore everybody has to have an interest in it (the definition of politics in the Devil’s Dictionary is, after all, The conduct of public affairs for private advantage), it has proven time and time again that good musicians do not necessarily a great orator make.

But now I have come across a new extreme. In an interview in The Fly magazine, Electric Six actually go to great lengths to make sure they are completely apolitical. But ’Gay Bar’ is an older song that was written a couple of years before George W Bush took the oath of office, so it can’t be said that we were trying to make a relevant commentary on what is going on now in Iraq. Rarely do musicians bother to deny so vehemently that they might be doing something relevant.

What’s hot #2

Book: Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich. The inspiration for Polly Toynbee’s Hard Work, Nickel and Dimed documents the life of the poorly paid in the US. Better written, more humorous and generally a lighter read than Toynbee’s diatribe, this one’s recommended for everyone.

CD: It’s Great When You’re Straight… Yeah, by Black Grape. The drunken genius of British pop that is Shaun Ryder made one helluva comeback with this record in 1995. Full of great groove, lyrical gems (my favourite being probably ”Jesus was a black man / Jesus was Batman / No no no wait / That was Bruce Wayne”) and out-of-tune singing, which is very hard to master. You can probably pick this up for pennies at your local used CD store, so go check it out now.

DVD: The Family Guy, season two R2 DVD. Still happy for finding this at £12 at Kelly’s Records. Actually I haven’t even had a chance to take a look at the episodes, but I just know they’re gonna be great. That and the fact that I’ve seen some of them on the telly. Ahem. So.

Coming home

I just realized I probably hadn’t mentioned this here: We’re going to be in Finland on May 29th. We’ll be touching ground at 23.30 at Tampere airport.

Dissing readers

British journalism has features I’m not quite comfortable with. Take, for example, the tendency to diss competing news sources. Now that is nothing we all hadn’t seen before. Many columnists spend their lives bitching about how stupid other people and therefore also other journalists are. It is at times irritating and at times entertaining. All in all, good clean wholesome fun.

But what is this thing with putting down people who read other papers? Exhibit A: Spouting off enough cynical leftisms to give the average Daily Mail reader an aneurysm, writes Niall Doherty in The Fly, a free pop magazine. This sort of stereotyping is quite common. ”People who read tabloids are scum” vs. ”only upper-class gits bother with the broadsheets”. Somehow it still doesn’t feel very insulting, possibly because I’m prone to doing the same thing myself, especially with ”women’s magazines”.

Exhibit B: I wonder how many Guardian readers are aware of where their icon stood on this matter, writes Andrew Sullivan in the Sunday Times. This commentary, in turn, left me baffled. If, as is often touted, UK is one of the few countries where there’s actual day-to-day competition between newspapers (see for example an article in the last issue of the Independent on Sunday), why does a writer go to such lengths to make sure no Guardian reader will want to switch papers? Why doesn’t he target the editors or the published, but the reader? Looks like bad thinking to me.

And why is it that that one sentence felt so insulting to me. Aha, says the clever reader, it is obviously because you think of yourself as a Guardian reader who idolizes Hillary Clinton! Well, might be. Another matter altogether is that Mr. Sullivan actually makes a classic mistake in his argument, the so-called ”all animals are dogs” fallacy. People who read the Guardian very likely include some who do indeed idolize Ms. C. and did not know what she was up to. That doesn’t mean, however, that every reader thought the same.

Language slips

I know I’m nitpicking again, but tell me this: how can someone write an opening sentence like Like many people, this column is tiring? Just wondering.

Raining

It started to rain. First quiet, then just a few drops, then a short torrent and now it’s dying down again. I love the sound of nocturnal rain. It’s not unlike the sound wind makes in the trees; a comforting white noise.

Sunday broadsheets

Three Sunday broadsheets: The Observer (ie. The Guardian), The Independent on Sunday (ie. The Independent) and The Sunday Times (ie. The… oh you got the idea already?). The price: £3.90. The processed pulp: 306 broadsheet-sized pages in 16 (!) sections, 136 tabloid-sized pages in five sections and 424 magazine-sized pages.

In approximate broadsheet terms that sums up to 374 pages, over 100 pages more than in the three Saturday papers. The combined total of these six titles bought over just two days is over 650 broadsheet pages, or three weeks worth of regional Finnish weekday newspapers. So if you wondered why I’m writing this so late, there’s your explanation.

Also, my back hurts.

Word 53: Insouciance

For one, Webster doesn’t seem to rile easily, hence his insouciance over Ryanair’s provocation.

insouciance (n) : the cheerful feeling you have when nothing is troubling you [syn: carefreeness, lightheartedness, lightsomeness] – source: The Sunday Times 11.5.2003, p. 3–7

£2.95

That’s the combined price of the three Saturday broadsheets I bought today, The Guardian, The Independent and The Times. For that price, you get 182 broadsheet pages in over half a dozen sections, 196 pages in tabloid pull-outs and 396 pages in the weekend magazines. Oh, and a promotional DVD. Assuming a broadsheet page is twice the size of a tabloid one and that a magazine page is approximately 2/3 of a tabloid page, the grand total is nearly 300 broadsheet pages. That’s about ten times the amount of a Finnish weekday broadsheet.

So logically I would need to spend a week and a half reading these. But unfortunately that isn’t possible, because the Sunday papers are even bigger. How big? Find out tomorrow.

Misc stuff

One of our neighbours has a posted a note on his/her window saying ”Box found”. I’m intrigued by this person’s choice of words. Was there anything in the box? Is it a valuable thing in itself? If not, why is s/he assuming someone would want their box back?

Seen on the telly, more specifically on Have I Got News For You? Prince Philips chat-up line is allegedly Hi, I’m a future king. Want a pull? Naughty royals are such a fine thing for a nation to have.