Rock's Backpages Writers' Blogs » Dan Gennoe Rock reviews, rock articles & rock interviews from the Ultimate Rock'n'Roll Library Mon, 20 May 2013 00:14:51 +0000 en-US hourly 1 ILoveParisInTheMorning Fri, 17 Jul 2009 07:11:32 +0000 Dan Gennoe Continue reading ]]> Film director Claude Lelouch’s legendary 1976 short film, C’etait un Rendez vous . Filmed in the early hours, in one take, it goes from the outskirts of Paris to  Sacré – Coeur in a little over 8 minutes. Without stopping. For anything . For anyone who knows Paris and knows it well, the bit where he exits Place de la Concorde, turning left on to Voie Georges Pompidou is particularly horrific. As is when he heads into the winding cobbled streets of Montmartre. It should be pointed out that the film is one continuous shot, filmed in real time – no special effects. What Lelouch did was crazy, reckless, and got him arrested when the film was first shown in public. Looks like fun though.

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AlwaysJudgeAMagazineByItsCoverPart2 Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:27:06 +0000 Dan Gennoe Continue reading ]]> How could you NOT want to read a film magazine with covers as cool as these? For more on Little White Lies and to see more covers: *note-to-self: see previous post’s note-to-self

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AlwaysJudgeAMagazineByItsCoverPart1 Sat, 06 Jun 2009 09:15:01 +0000 Dan Gennoe Continue reading ]]> Just recently discovered +1 Magazine . It’s one of a new breed of ultra cool free magazines available in clothes shops and bars in London. It’s a really nice mag, with really cool covers.

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MyLifeInMagazines Mon, 01 Jun 2009 15:01:03 +0000 Dan Gennoe Continue reading ]]> I love magazines.

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RECESSION ROCK: How the credit crunch will make Britannia cool again. Tue, 26 May 2009 15:35:36 +0000 Dan Gennoe Continue reading ]]>

Money. It’s not everything. It’s a lot. But not everything. In music, it’s actually more curse than blessing. Commerce is an essential element in any enterprise, but as the tills start ringing the temptation to chase sales rather than ideas can be hard to resist. The best way to have a hit record is, and always has been, to write an amazingly good song. Worrying about what sells is just an unhelpful distraction. Then again, when there’s a big fat pile of money on the table, it’s a dishonest record executive who says that his focus doesn’t turn to how to get his share of it.

Which is why recessions are good. Artistically speaking. It’s no exaggeration to say that when money’s taken out of the equation, everyone’s motivations, consumers and artists alike, get purer.

As life stops being about climbing the property ladder and the accumulation of wealth, with everything we thought we cared about – cars, brands, job titles – out of reach, we seek comfort in the simple pleasures; friends, family, sunshine, rain drops on roses, whiskers on kittens and pop culture.

In times of economic meltdown, films, books and music are precious. Small bursts of pleasure and indulgence in an otherwise miserable reality. With its instant thrill music becomes particularly prized and as recession bites we’re less inclined to make do with identikit dross we once sent to the top of the charts. We want music, but it had better bloody well be good.

Meanwhile, without the marketing spend needed to turn the average into a hit, talent, imagination and passion inevitably triumph over mediocrity. Audiences always gravitate towards quality, if given the chance, and with the economic playing field levelled, it’s the genuine stars of the future who benefit as the listening public seek to replace the satisfaction they once found in designer labels and tall skinny lattés.

As for the next big things themselves, most of them will only be making their pure, heartfelt, era defining anthems because they have bugger all else to do. It’s hard to turn down a nice job in middle management with paid holiday, private healthcare and a mid-range company car, for slogging round flee pits and dive bars, especially when all your mates already have an index linked mortgage and a better company car than you. But when no one’s got a job or any prospects, what could be more exciting than joining a rock’n’roll band? It’s all about circumstance and perspective. Would Oasis have given the world Cigarettes & Alcohol with it’s bitterly resentful, “Is it worth the aggravation to find yourself a job when there’s nothing worth working for?” had Noel Gallagher been on a management training scheme at Woolworths?

The point is, in artistic terms, economic downturns can be incredibly liberating. Booms never gave society anything other than an almighty hangover. Busts, they’re a different thing, especially in Britain. Every major period of fiscal gloom in the UK in the 20th century was followed by an explosion of creativity and cultural regeneration.

From the post-war austerity of the ‘50s – the decade which finally saw the end of rationing – came the swing of the ‘60s. The slump of the mid-‘70s gave rise to the riot of disaffected youth that was punk, while the recessions of the early ‘80s and early ‘90s respectively inspired the New Romantics and Brit-pop, movements which once again took British youth culture global.

Following that logic then, the next Great British artistic event is just around the corner. The credit crunch of today is freeing from the chains of gainful employment a generation of future icons, while filling them with just enough resentment to galvanise them into action. Right now imaginations and idle hands are dreaming up a better tomorrow. Big ideas are being, literally, born out of nothing. Money has been exposed as the empty and fleeting reward that it is, a realisation which will drive the next Beatles, Oasis, Blur and Spice Girls to seek to change the world and which will, in due course, make them filthy rich.

And the timing couldn’t be better. With Gordon Brown’s ‘prudent’ management of the economy having produced – or at the very least coincided with – one of the most artistically baron periods of our history, that the world has gone into meltdown now should ensure that the next Brit-pop movement, whatever it’s called – I’m going with ‘Olympian Rock’… maybe not – should arrive in about three years, just as the world’s focus turns to London for the 2012 Olympics.

So while the bands who will soundtrack this bright shiny future probably haven’t been signed yet, they probably haven’t been formed yet, there’s plenty to get excited about. Recessions are as much about opportunity, rejuvenation and establishing new world orders as they are about hardship. And as Gordon keeps telling us, the economic crisis is global. We are not alone. Everyone’s in the shit. No point fighting it. Might as well relax, roll with the punches and enjoy the freedom that this respite from all-consuming consumerism offers.

In fact, here’s an idea. Why not take that redundancy cheque and blow it on a guitar, an amp and some studio time and start changing the world. I mean, what else is there to do?

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