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ROBERT SANDALL R.I.P.

I guess we knew it was coming, but the news that Robert Sandall has succumbed to his cancer is none the less heartbreaking for that. I knew him a little, but I knew him over many years and always liked him: found him funny, interested, shrewd, convivial, and of course very handsome. I even got a free lunch out of lunch when he was heading up press at Virgin. Saw him a couple of times in the last year: he looked ravaged but was as switched on about music as ever. Robert mixed it, in every sense of the term. It devastates me to think of his young daughter at his side when he died. We will do a tribute feature next week: in the meantime, please read his work on RBP.

CHRISTGAU’S CONSUMER GUIDE – THE END?

FROM POPMATTERS:

by Jason Gross

Like Roger Ebert, Christgau went beyond simple grades and gave you much more in his reviews, almost always rewarding your attention.

In the latest and probably last edition of Robert Christgau’s Consumer Guide (published yesterday), this is what the noted scribe had to say:

Barring miracles unlikely to ensue, this is the final edition of Christgau’s Consumer Guide, which MSN will no longer publish following this month’s edition. The CG has generally required a seven-days-a-week time commitment over the 41 years I’ve written it, and I’m grateful to MSN for paying me what the work was worth over the three-and-a-half years I published it here. But though I always enjoyed the work, work it was, and I’ve long been aware there were other things I could be doing with my ears. So while I have every intention of keeping up with popular music as it evolves, being less encyclopedic about it will come as a relief as well as a loss.

Mind you, this is only about 10 weeks after Jim DeRogatis left the Chicago Sun-Times as a columnist. Just as movie journalism had its breath taken away only four months ago when long-time movie critics Todd McCarthy was fired by Variety, it could be that music journalism might be having one of those moments now. In McCarthy’s case, writers were worriedly wondering, ‘if there’s no place for him in the media landscape, is any of us save either?’

After Christgau send out his announcement yesterday to dozens of writers and friends about his column, a number of tributes came back in, copied to the whole list, thanking him for his work and for no doubt inspiring many of those people, including yours truly.

It’s obvious that the format was difficult to maintain, for over four decades no less (most of which was at the Village Voice until he was unceremoniously fired from there in 2006). And he certainly made an art out of it- in a few sentences, he could communicate an enormous amount of ideas in a witty, smart way and cover many different genres in each column he did. Nowadays when many struggling print mags keep cutting back their word count to save space and money, he’s become a necessary model of how to keep your writing brief but still informative.

And then of course there was the grading system that he did in the Guide. On his site, he details in excruciating detail about how he does the letter grades and later he says that he came to regret ushering it in as a standard for other publications. Like At the Movies, with its thumb’s up or thumb’s down grading system, it was a simple easy way to convey approval or disapproval. Some serious chin-strokers objected to simplifying the process so much and making it into a strict system of evaluating. But like Roger Ebert, Christgau went beyond simple grades and gave you much more in his reviews, almost always rewarding your attention.

Now’s not the time to speak about him like he’s dead because, as he noted above, he’ll still be writing. He still does fascinating essays for the Barnes and Noble website and he’ll no doubt have plenty of other publications who’ll want to work with him, not to mention his NYU teaching gig and other opportunities that’ll come up (one of which is something that I’m working with him on).

Love ‘em or hate ‘em (as Lou Reed probably still does), his work has changed not just the face of music journalism but also how it’s perceived by fans. There’s no reason that even without the format of the Guide, he won’t continue to do so with his work.

ADDENDA: Just to be clear about who actually made the choice to end the Guide, Christgau told me “the decision was MSN’s.”

20 BEST LIVE ALBUMS EVER

For what it’s worth, which ain’t a lot… and assuming TIME FADES AWAY counts!

1 The Band – Rock of Ages
2 Van Morrison – It’s Too Late to Stop Now
3 James Brown Live at the Apollo Vol 1
4 Quicksilver Messenger Service – Happy Trails
5 Iggy & the Stooges – Metallic KO
6 The Who Live at Leeds
7 Bob Marley & Wailers: Live at Lyceum
8 Neil Young – Time Fades Away
9 Allmans live at Fillmore East
10 Aretha live at Fillmore West
11 Zeppelin – How the West Was Won
12 Sam Cooke – Live at Harlem Square Club
13 Laura Nyro – Spread Your Wings
14 MC5 – Kick Out the Jams
15 Randy Newman Live
16 Rickie Lee Jones – Girl at Her Volcano
17 Rolling Stones – Get Yer Ya Yas Out
18 Suicide – Half Alive
19 Ramones – It’s Alive!
20 White Stripes – Under Great White Northern Lights

STUCK INSIDE OF MY LIVING ROOM WITH THE WORLD CUP BLUES AGAIN

Have to agree with RBP contributor Richard Williams in The Guardian this morning: Fabio Capello is already making howlers. His tactics against the US were really no better than Erickson’s or McLaren’s would have been (and yes he shouldn’t have brought King and yes he shouldn’t have put the wildly overrated Milner on the left).

Watching Germany pound Australia last night, I tried in vain to work out why a team of men no more gifted than England’s could play with so much more precision and oomph. It has to be the weight of historical anxiety that prevents England players from performing to their ability, and now Capello’s natural ebullience and mental strength no longer feeds through to the men on the pitch.

Not for one minute – alright, maybe for the minute in which Gerrard scored his fine goal – did England have any kind of grip against the US; not for one minute could their fans relax and believe.

So why do we continue to believe at all? Why don’t we just shrug our shoulders and give it up as a lost cause? If I’m honest I barely CARE about being English – other than when the national football team plays! If anything I’m deeply ashamed of the jingoistic fervour that surrounds the nationalist abstraction of “Ingerlund” and the sinister crusader symbol that is the St. George Cross. Is it that I, like many of us, simply want to show the world that we are not after all a nation of pale ungainly carthorses, that we can play with grace and style and co-ordination? And yet I know that we utterly lack the technical abilities of Spain, Brazil, Argentina, Holland, Portugal, Italy, and, yes, even Germany.

Of course we will make it through to the 2nd round; we may even scrape past Ghana or Serbia to the quarter finals. And then, once more, we will go out to a better team on penalties. It’s written in the stars – or at least in our national DNA.

HAVE ONE ON JOANNA NEWSOM

LOVED this quote from California harpie Newsom in The Guardian on Monday: “The music press is so saturated with Twitters and blurbs and MySpace – there’s so much that is just noise. It’s overwhelming and also, I think, ineffective.” Hear hear.

Meanwhile, I’d like to suggest that “The Good Intentions Paving Co.”, on JN’s brilliant triple opus HAVE ONE ON ME, is the best track of the year so far.

Am I only the person, by the by, who hears the influence of Judee Sill’s posthumous DREAMS COME TRUE on H.O.O.M. – or at least Jim O’Rourke’s radically lo-fi mix of said album, which is obviously very different from Judee’s Asylum albums?

R.I.P. JIM MARSHALL: A VIDEO INTERVIEW

A legendary music photographer passes on… here’s a great recent video interview by Dusty Wright of Culture Catch: jim-marshall

CHELSEA 0 INTER 1: A Post Mortem

For what it’s worth, I thought Mourinho got it absolutely right over two legs. CFC never looked like winners in either game. Yes, English refs might have given penalties for some of the rugby tackling in the Inter box. But that doesn’t change the fact that Drogba et al were consistently outmuscled and outsmarted by that formidable back line of Maicon, Lucio, Samuel and Zanetti. And Anelka was invisible throughout.

Ancelotti must surely have been thinking, “This squad is on its last legs”. Compare Lampard as playmaker with Sneijder – no contest. And Ballack should hang up his boots at the end of this season, if not earlier: he just takes up space on the team sheet.

I couldn’t help feeling pleased for Jose. Ironically he beat his old team with a display that was far more vigorous and even sexy than the CFC he took to the top in the mid-Noughties.

Consolation prize? Barca tonight against Stuttgart. Anyone who caught Messi’s sublime hat-trick against Valencia on Saturday must feel the mouth watering…

GREIL MARCUS ON VAN MORRISON

Word up on WHEN THAT ROUGH GOD GOES RIDING: LISTENING TO VAN MORRISON, an imminent new book by Greil Marcus. (Faber are publishing in the UK this year.) While opaque in places, as with some of GM’s Dylan writings, it really engages with the mystery and menace of VM, taking the form of shortish pieces on everything from “Madame George” to THE HEALING GAME. If Lester Bangs’ classic ASTRAL WEEKS piece (orig. from the Marcus-edited STRANDED anthology) remains the greatest-ever piece of writing on Van, WTRGGR reminds one of how great and how different the Marcus of MYSTERY TRAIN was all those years ago.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF RUGBY UNION?

When I were a lad I was passionate about rugby union (American readers need read no further…) Those were the days of great Welsh players like Gareth Edwards, JPR Williams, Barry John, Mervyn Davies et al – and of the flying and dashing England centre David Duckham (whose autograph I once secured at the Middlesex Sevens). I stayed loyal to the game in the era of Serge Blanco and yes, even Will Carling. He won’t appreciate being outed in this connection, but my old friend Chris Bohn (aka Biba Kopf) was a fellow enthusiast. (We stuck out like sore thumbs on a number of occasions at Twickenham…)

One day I realised northern hemisphere rugby had become unbelievably tedious and attritional – a percentage game almost completely devoid of entertainment value. In the last decade, rugby has become a game about little other than power.

Every so often I make an effort to check in with the game – and invariably end up regretting it. Yesterday I sat or rather yawned through a stultifying Six Nations game between Scotland and England, most of which was devoted to reorganising collapsing scrums. I could not for the life of me understand why anybody had paid to attend this event.

I doubt I’ll bother to watch the next Rugby World Cup, though there are still players in the southern hemisphere (and in France) who see the game as at least potentially beautiful.

Stop the Internet – I Want to Get Off Pt. 2

From Jaron Lanier’s bracing, nay withering new YOU ARE NOT A GADGET: A MANIFESTO:

“Pop culture has entered into a nostalgic malaise. Online culture is dominated by trivial mashups of the culture that existed before the onset of mashups, and by fandom responding to the dwindling outposts of centralized mass media. It is a culture of reaction without action.”

Hear hear.

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