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Really, I think that is fantastic to be talking a lot about the new reissues. We can talk about the dancer in "it's a dirty world" who, danced...among other specialties; it's a dirty, nasty and unsafe thing what some people put themselves up to in the name of a party/ show. Perhaps the influx of AIDS hhas not affected you at all. We all have a proverbial ancestor who danced for the Russian Czar; but ther'e is no joy when the risks run high. I can handle a sprained ankle, a twisted back, for a day, but it would be bad judgement to do pliettes for all the jerks at the clubs backwards and upside down. Now that my dear reader would be suicide. Speaking in kind about a passionate performance and relying on innuendo a la Francais is just fun. What I am referring to, for anyone who hasn't gotten over the Brit-French rivalry is that I think that one ought to praise the solo artist as well. There is a difference. If one cannot simply understand the American "civilians" proverbial "cross to bear" than, I find no one is paying well enough attention and Mr Cocker, Yes the one the crowd gasped at his mastery behind avoiding running over a dog turd on his bicycle years ago, has since matured into a [Can I hear it from you all now(?)] A SOLO ARTIST...Well, yes musical snobbery is a running thread among some, but whenever the opportunity comes; why not take on a new heart attack and broaden. I figure that many aren't blessed with the notion/gift of eloquence. So people say "Eh!" As if that could mean anything to the evolved mind. To come on and say something unsolicited, on a website, we all cross our fingers and hope that someone doesn't attempt to thwart an inspired comment for the sake of musical chickanery. The situation for me goes; Pulp was great, right? Their earliest stuff has the horrific morbidity that no other band can do in quite the same way. I love it! I gain a sense of certainty from the heavy and freakish stuff. Supposing you have your impressions about what a specific pop star is like, you then realize there is the great energy of a solo artist who is becoming something else, something more and, also different. The Seattle show in which I have reffered to was going to stay as my little gem, though I felt the need to go tell it on the mountain, but is anyone concerned? I would think somebody would have the nerve to step out from behind those computer friend confinements and notice the same changes. Essentially PULP is voyeurism at it's finest, though I gather that Jarvis Cocker is using his sense of the dynamics of evil to preach to us a little, reinforce what we knew or attempt to make you think; which is mostly what he did through pulp, anyway...The finest, (benevolent) voyeur yet, to be heard. On another reasonable observation and since music critique is not new to me; I don't sit on my bum to kiss someone else's, only this time Mr. Cocker threw his self at the mercy of the extroverted audience; people there who could really get with what he says(in this solo album). We live on the Pacific Rim and are bombarded with the challenge of outsourcing and corporate cooperative tax exemptions(look it up). The U.S. is a huge country, but no one, not The Economist, not BBC, and especially not our own media , which as a fourth branch of gov't by default has brought up what anyone can see. It's just important that we had Mr. Cocker here to give us one of those finest hours. Well the clips on some sites will not completely show. We all knew him ,as a master showman, but there were elements that were above our wildest dreams. He performed with a degree of pain wrenching, empathetic grandeur, anda natural sex appeal. With some fancy footwork, too. Thanks miss high kick!. He brings empathy to a country that has created a helluva lot of unmanageable consequenses. I love when the best come to see us. We are missing that and truly, creative music is thwarted at conception for us here. It's no joke. Extraordinary music is evaporating in the U.S. realm. I can only express some gratitude. Last time I was in London I noticed the leeching feeling running through my veins. Perhaps if I had stayed for years, I could take some, leave some. I just have to say that as far as most goes London can be happilly branded as a perv center...okay to a degree. I think that int'l trade is doing London no favors, and worse off the other city centers and the countryside. Oh well. It's easier to mend a place that's about the size of Arizona, but ya'll are sitting pretty. The readily available textile goods and consumer products are akin to a can of refried beans to a can of tuna in oil. Gross domestic product-nil-fine- just don't tell me I can't have my Louboutins! What I find London good for at all anymore is a fine couture rubber garment, yet I don't live the London scene. People just try and contemplate how rough it is. We've got some hardcore veterans from Iraq with fetishes, for sure, asking me if I want th be wrapped in cellophane. Well that was funky in the 90's but after Abu Grahib, I set it to it's place. You couldn't take it. I pity the man or lady who lose the ability to do basic things... It's a degradation. Go, take a rest and rent 'Breaking the Waves' again. It's no story and you know it. I'm happy just to be alive. Get it right and remember "Get up a Git, Git, a Git Down...911's a joke in yo town." Bye Bye and may sweet tarts forever remain your role models. Love, from under the grey....we're getting further and further away. It's not my fault, and that you all should know. Avarice rules the reaches these days.
Critique if you may, I can hold my own anyway.
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If people cannot change gears, or if there is no real realization of the woes than what purpose does artistry serve? Cocker has a foothold. Grapple his notions with hoops of steel. You all seem to have time to post and therefore care for whatever selfish, or unselfish reasons you may, but it's not for simpletons, and his recent solo work reveals a heartbeat that no miscreant could appreciate.

Is that good or no? Honest to say, that no offense was intended. Ciao!

Just figure it's(I'm) a bit James Joyce for a moment. Think upon James Joyce and pick up Finnegan's Wake. There you can see, maybe again, that paragraphs are not the be all to end all. Stream of consciousness is not against the restrictions of proper grammar. P.S. I'm also speaking in defense of anybody who gets stoned.

Different colloquialisms has nothing to do w/ "muddy writing" Why do you need to spend so much time verbally abusing people on a miniscule level as a part of a collective that tells me nothing at all about what matters to you, the world or even your obsessions. You go around kicking people off the "blog" defacto, because the rest of you know that you have nothing helpful or important to say. So, there you are huddled about your Idolitrial obsessions, acting as if any last one of you even gives... You people can't deal with anything true or proper. You are absolute, total "poseurs".Thanks for letting me know early on, how shallow and self centered you are. You do realize that you are not Pulp, itself, because this nonsensical "trolling" coming from shallow, insecue, conceited, small minded, obsessives like you. It blatantly clears this blog away from my precious life and ideals. Besides, I am too busy for nonsense like this. Posers! It's true Joyce wouldn't waste a bleeding instant on this ridiculousness. Why do you feel the need to attack people who are so frank? Your insecurity and jealousy is ridiculous. It's a lucky thing that you aren't living in the real world; outside of computer obsessed land because there are more vicious and angry people than you out there. You would be unwise to speak that way towards people in public and in this country people are tired now of the likes of you. Your entire game is TIRED. Your purile minds couldn't last. That is why you obsess on the small, minute, less significant details and waste all our time by taking a cowardly approach towards the things that might be said with a strong mind behind it. It's so stupid that you won't even write decent critique in response to sincere, intelligent and thoughtful words. Joke goes; "College Grad Never to Pick up Book Again". Insults are easy...you're responses have been mysogynistic and faceless. What do you- with your silly insults and computer world obsessions, have to offer the world. You don't know me; yet if you did you would be ashamed because you couldn't dream of being as courageous. Oh, if you only knew how ridiculous you all look... Well you may feel this pride filled outrage, but just realize that what you see as coming at you is truly coming from within you. I need not have shame in regards to the likes of you. Your pettiness is all you stand for in my mind's eye. Again I thank you, not, because I'm kicking myself off. Supposed like minded individuals who have no respectable thought in their head. That is how you introduce yourselves? HA! There is no recourse among this type of computer nonsense. Nothing is to be gained and I sign off in hopes that the real world will blunt you and stop you in your priviledged little lives and show you how serious people communicate. Don't try to bear a cross for Joyce. I was only offering a quaint metaphor, but apparently such soft and gentle communication like that is too intimidating for you. The end. What a purile waste of time!

has the solo album and the harry potter songs opened the door to a, um, new type of fan or something?  i feel like there's a wave of unhappy teenager / edgar allen poe-type people visiting this board recently...