Força FAF!
Next Saturday sees Andorra play England in a world cup qualifier. Rather than support friend-of-Franco, Capello's pathetic squad, I thought we'd be better off backing Andorra's meatheads. See you at the game?
Let's Fighting Love
As it's my birthday, I thought I'd post something funny today. I couldn't think of anything to write, so I'll steal something from South Park instead.
What I'm planning to watch at Summercase
I had to contact the festival organisers to get a copy of the set times in plain text (essential for producing your own Excel festival guides... at least I haven't laminated it). Their web designers/webmasters obviously know little about accessibility.
Here's my planned viewing (highlighted in pink).
Public Enemy en el Primavera Sound 2008
This photo was taken by one of my colleagues. Public Enemy were astoundingly good and easily my favourite concert of the festival. I'll write more about the festival this week.
Public Enemy en el Primavera Sound 2008
Originally uploaded by alterna2
Album review: Neil Hamburger Sings Country Winners

I'm a big fan of country music. Not the real, commercial 1990s shit, but the fake and made-up 60s and 70s country produced by Gram Parsons and the Rolling Stones. So I wasn't disappointed to see that Neil Hamburger's new album, Neil Hamburger Sings Country Winners (SCW from now on) is just what the title suggests: a collection of country songs, sung by one of America's greatest comedians.
The songs range from The Recycle Bin, an expletive-ridden piece about recycling and failure (more on this later), to a new interpretation of Hamburger's popular classic, Zipper Lips. But pervading the entire album is a sense of sadness, depression and bizarrely, jubilation.
Naturally, the lyrics are very funny. In Please Ask That Clown To Stop Crying, Hamburger recounts an episode where he witnessed a children's party in a local park, ruined by a clown who, instead of entertaining the kids, slumps at the table with 'a cigarette and a shot of gin' and cries. The clown, of course, is Neil Hamburger. Meanwhile, in Jug Town, we hear of the solace a man can find in 'a jug of wine' down in Jug Town. At Least I Was Paid is a tribute to Hamburger himself, who has chosen to work as a hugely unpopular comedian sometimes paid in casino chips - but at least that's payment.
For me. the big hit on the album is Recylce Bin, a song that combines a forceful rebuke to those who put unrecyclable items in recycling bins ('You pricks, you fucking pricks') with a heartbreaking ode to the things that just can't be recylced ('Not everything goes into a recycle in: a shattered dream, a divorce? Those are just waste').
Neil Hamburger Sings Country Winners probably started its life as a joke. But the final product will immediately be rated as some of Neil Hamburder's best work. I'm obviously a fan and I think it's fair to say that his material will mainly appeal to drink-soaked, single, depressed, male fans of sick humour (which obviously excludes me: I'm married). That said, I really believe that with a bit of effort, anyone who enjoys really good comedy could learn to love Neil Hamburger. The 'Great Moments At Di Presa's Pizza House' as well as the numerous 'live' albums, along with the original 'Great Phone Calls' are all indicative of a great talent which will probably only spoil if it gets too much recognition.
Neil Hamburger Sings Country Winners - 1/1
Out now on Drag City Inc.
And here's a video of Jug Town:
MLK, 40 years ago
Continuing the protest theme, Mick at Organised Rage has a thought-provoking post about Martin Luther King, assassinated 40 years and two days ago.
Happy Easter!
With thanks to Lenin's Tomb, who posted it first...

By the way, check out his post about how it's us who'll pay for the economic disaster, not the wealthy.
We spent the weekend in Port del Comte, again... skiing, again (now before this sounds like archetypal cava socialist stuff, let me note that we have friends who own an apartment there and there's no hob-nobbing with wealthy industrialists whatsoever). The snow was fantastic and the only problem we had was that today, the winds were so high that we couldn't ski at all.
Anthony Minghella 1954-2008

Sadly, another obituary. The filmmaker Anthony Minghella, who directed The Talented Mr. Ripley and The English Patient, among many other films, has died suddenly aged 54. See Peter Bradshaw's obituary here.
French bank used as excuse for everything
After the news emerged that Société Général (SocGen) had been defrauded to the tune of €5bn, gasps rang out across the financial world. Well, gasps and relieved sighs. Because it turns out that the entire financial crisis we're heading into now ('the worst in living memory') isn't caused by systematic problems with the capitalist financial system. Oh no. It's all SocGen's fault.
Stop the presses: former 'extremely rich' man now just 'very rich'
A desperately sad story in today's Pravda Guardian. Apparently, one of the victims hardest hit by the economic instability is one of those 'camera shy yet flamboyant' property tycoons who goes by the name of Robert Tchenguiz. The poor chap has lost £560m in recent months as a result of investing his money in property and pubs, neither of which have been hot bets of late. Yes, pity the Tchenguiz brothers. And although I was THRILLED to learn that his yacht is 'safe', I must say I worry whether he'll be able to 'date' the likes of Caprice Bourret (28) again.
When you hear about the sort of problems a man like this can suffer, it really puts your own silly mortgage repayments in perspective.
Confirmed: Labor win in Australia
OK, so Labor aren't perfect but they're a hell of a lot better than the Liberal-National coalition.
Better still: John Howard seems to have lost his own seat!



