Milo Yiannopoulos

Don’t fly too close to the sun.

Milo Yiannopoulos was playing the fame game. And in that world, what you say is unimportant as long as they spell your name right. And to the media’s credit they did. He’s now famous, and toast.

This is what happens when your desire to be known exceeds the strength of your content. This is what has been happening in music for over a decade. You can make it at home, put it on streaming services tomorrow and then spam everybody and ask for attention.

But attention is our most precious commodity. We guard it and give it up sparingly. And if you demand our time we’re critical. Milo thought we were in on the joke, but we’re not.

This is not about free speech, this is not about campus protests. This is someone playing by the new rules who believes the old don’t apply. Rise instantly and people are gonna be gunning for you. Especially the old straight media, which doesn’t like its anointed path to progress messed with.

Then again, it was Milo who blew himself up. With his comments about thirteen year olds and sex. He wasn’t ready for prime time. You can have a slew of Twitter followers, be the king or queen of social media, but when you try to cross over to the real world, beware.

Kind of like PewDiePie, who turned out to be featuring anti-Semitic content in his videos. Google and Disney ran from him immediately, because no one likes controversy. Look at Travis Kalanick… Having played his cards wrong with Trump, he jumped on the sexism at Uber controversy right away, said there would be investigation, appointed a “special prosecutor.” Because in the big bad world of reality there are rules.

Taylor Swift got caught in this net. She self-promoted, hiring a photographer to shoot her July 4th party so she could look cool to fans and then Kim and Kanye took a swing at her, as did her old boyfriend Calvin Harris, and since then it’s been radio silence. You see, Taylor Swift lives in a bubble, just like Milo and PewDiePie. They think their fans are with them, not knowing the rest of us abhor them and are aiming for them, waiting for that inevitable faux pas committed by someone who thinks their doody doesn’t stink.

So let this be a lesson for you, be famous for your work, not the penumbra. For the essence, not the marketing. Because people hate ads, and they hate ads for yourself even more. The look at me culture has limits, get big enough and there will be a backlash.

But the problem with most famous people today is there’s no there there. Milo Yiannopolous was not famous for his work, but outrageous comments made to get attention.

Will this same correction factor apply to President Trump, who believes if it comes out of his mouth it must be true?

But now that Trump is under the microscope it appears he watches cable news and tweets and talks with no further investigation, like a teenager, and those in the know keep crying foul.

You see it’s hard to play out of your league. Because it’s so hard to get to the top of anything and when you do arrive you don’t like upstarts crashing the party.

So, what we’re learning in the teens is society is not flat. Social mobility is just like economic mobility in these United States, i.e. not very fluid. Just because you’ve got a phone and some social media accounts that does not mean you deserve and can maintain fame. Better to dig down deep and do something worthy.

But that’s so much harder to do.

Last Night In Sweden

“‘Last Night in Sweden’? Trump’s Remark Baffles a Nation”

What else are we being told that is wrong? Especially that which is less important than national security.

Kinda like Facebook reporting false numbers re advertising. I know you hate ads, and so do I, but Madison Avenue is up in arms. Because if you can’t trust Facebook…

You certainly cannot trust the “Wall Street Journal.”

In case you haven’t been paying attention, and who could, with so many stories flying around, the WSJ reporters pushed back against the editor, saying he was going soft on Trump. The editor blew back, but when reporting upon the shenanigans in Sweden, of which there were none, the WSJ did not make the link to the also Murdoch controlled Fox News, which other outlets did. You see Tucker Carlson interviewed a filmmaker who spread the Swedish falsehood, which is probably where Trump got it, which is scary on two levels, that the WSJ is self-editing and Trump believes everything he sees and reads, when they tell you in second grade not to.

But then we’ve got the Grammys. Am I the only one who was flummoxed by Beyonce’s performance? I’m reading everywhere how stellar it was and how the Grammy organization is racist but is the truth no one in the media was willing to say it was self-indulgent and incomprehensible and having her introduced by her mother was a bridge too far? Never mind reading her thank yous off a gold card as if there was any doubt she’d win.

Not that the Grammy organization is not racist, I believe it is. It’s too many old white men voting, but the truth is I don’t care who wins a Grammy and you shouldn’t either, the awards have been out of touch since their inception, but Neil Portnow denied there was a problem and that was it. Huh? How about an excavation of the voter rolls. But that can’t happen, because the media is short-handed, what entertainment reporters who are left can only print press releases.

And then there’s the strange case of Katy Perry’s Grammy performance.

Compare the original with the auto-tuned version now sitting on the Grammy site:

Katy Perry’s Grammys Performance Of ‘Chained To The Rhythm’ Turned Surprisingly Political

Katy Perry performs “Chained To The Rhythm”

Used to be you had to know how to sing, or suffer the consequences. But now no-talents who can’t hold a tune are paraded as worthy superstars and you wonder why the older generation is flummoxed and kids today believe in themselves as opposed to the fakes.

It’s our whole society that’s fake.

It’s just that the mainstream has gone show biz. And now everyone can see the duplicity.

And the truth is everyone’s just getting the news they want and it doesn’t matter if it’s right somewhere else. The ring wing has denigrated the “New York Times” to the point of irrelevancy. It’s been a thirty year plan.

Akin to the multi-year plans employed in the music industry.

You know why your indie band can’t win, can’t get heard over the pop noise? Because the usual suspect companies control the media and are force-feeding this crap to the public. Radio stations are beholden to major labels and there’s no independence, no chances are taken.

So, if this weren’t an issue of national security, no media outlet of significance would be questioning Trump’s falsehoods. So think of what else you’re exposed to that is also false.

When you read how big an act is, what the grosses are, should you believe them?

In many cases, no.

Belfast Child

Belfast Child  – Spotify

I know they’re Scottish, but the song that kept playing in my head in Ireland was Simple Minds’ “Belfast Child.”

There’s this place in the city called the Oh Yeah Music Centre. Kinda like that song by Roxy Music? I don’t think so, but you should check that one out, it’s the best song on 1980’s “Flesh And Blood,” after the band decided to reunite, if you were never infected by Bryan Ferry’s voice, you’ll get it after listening to this.

How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
There’s a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars

That’s what it used to be like, sitting, parked, you and your honey, listening to the radio, revealing your truth as a prelude to physical interaction.

And, be sure to listen to the end, for Phil Manzanera’s subtle guitar solo. “Oh Yeah” is understated, yet majestic, from back when music was supposed to touch your soul as opposed to assault you.

Anyway, the Oh Yeah in Belfast was started by a bunch of locals, including Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol, at the end of the last decade, as a place for acts to get started, and there’s rehearsal space and offices and a mastering studio and a club and in the antechamber, painted on the walls, is a timeline of all the Belfast hits, some known and some unknown, at least to me, but if there was a denizen of Belfast involved the track is up there.

And I’d forgotten that Henry McCullough was from Belfast, but what stunned me was the endless number of hits by native son Gary Moore.

Most Americans know him from his work in Thin Lizzy.

And “Still Got The Blues” from his 1990 Virgin album of the same name. Do you know it? Phil Quartararo made it a hit when he took over the newly resuscitated Charisma in the U.S. Amazing what one person on a mission can do.

And then Mr. Moore was promptly forgotten over here, but when he succumbed to a heart attack induced by a night of drinking six years ago it was “Still Got The Blues” that played in my head, remember when guitarists were all infected by the Delta roots and returned there, back when guitars still mattered?

And U2 wasn’t from Belfast, and neither were the Simple Minds, but it was their songs that were playing in my brain so…

I pulled them up on Spotify.

And that’s when I found Simple Minds’ “Acoustic” album.

Actually, to be honest, which writers rarely are, because oftentimes the truth is messy and it doesn’t square with the story, I discovered the album a couple of months back but I did not give it as good a listen as I did last night in my hotel room in Belfast when it suddenly resonated, took me away, I couldn’t turn it off, I was afraid of breaking the mood.

And to tell you the truth, “Belfast Child” is not on it. The song I played first was “Sanctify Yourself.”

Is this the age of thunder and rage

MOST DEFINITELY! Even though the original was cut back in ’86, but like it says you’ve got to open your eyes (and your ears!) and if I didn’t tell you this was an acoustic recording you wouldn’t know, it’s nearly electrified, and it’s not slowed-down and sotto voce searching for meaning, it’s got just about the same energy as the original.

And I knew it way back then, but I got hooked when Virgin put out a double CD package “The Best of Simple Minds,” in 2001, I played it again and again for days, one of the cuts that resonated so much was “Sanctify Yourself.”

And “Waterfront.” Which is on “Acoustic” too. But it starts out more mellow, although it does build, but the original incarnation is a TEAR! It starts out with a bass bleating which sounds more like a Kraftwerk record than something organic but then the whole thing explodes, like fireworks at Disneyland, or an SSRI in your brain not long after you’ve taken it, and that bass continues to beat and Jim Kerr rides the track like a jockey, imploring the band to victory, it sounds nothing quite like anything else, it enraptures you, COME IN, COME OUT OF THE RAIN!!

Something they had to do yesterday in Southern California.

But my favorite track from that two CD compilation is “Let There Be Love.”

I missed it the first time around, even though I bought “New Gold Dream” back in ’82, on gold vinyl no less, I didn’t buy another LP thereafter, this was back when I was paying for music, before I started getting it for free, but someone sent me this Iva Davies CD and his cover of “Let There Be Love” resonates and it’s not on Spotify and you can hear it on YouTube here:

Iva Davies & Icehouse – Let there be love – Youtube

and I love it, but as magnificent as it is, it’s still shy of the original. Which is not quite as good as the less in-your-face positively stellar extended mix where you can luxuriate in the sound, bask in the orchestral greatness filling up not only your head but the entire damn space.

Now where was I?

No, that’s a joke, I know exactly where I am, making a parallel to Gary Moore, you see Simple Minds keep making music but without a champion in the States no one’s aware of it. It’s like “Acoustic” never came out, and if you’re a fan you want to hear it, I found “Glittering Prize” fascinating, the same song yet different from the original.

And at this point Jim Kerr is famous for marrying Chrissie Hynde and recording “Don’t You Forget About Me,” the hit from the “Breakfast Club” which made the band a household name, however briefly, and pissed Jim and the rest off, that’s right, let’s not forget Charlie Burchill, who architected the sound, funny how these guys spearhead one band and never cross-pollinate, you’d think so many people would want to work with him and get some of that magic and…

I became a dyed-in-the-wool Simple Minds addict with 1995’s “Good News From The Next World,” an aural assault from back in ’95 it was the last release in America for so long, the last one to make a dent, but it starts off on a tear and stays there, but the track you’ve positively got to hear, that encapsulates the genius of this LP, has all the magic, is “7 Deadly Sins,” not that I expect you to check it out, either you’re young and listening to hip-hop or old and need no more new music, but back then, when music was still scarce, we’d go to somebody’s house and they’d play a track for us that we couldn’t get out of our head and then we’d have to end up owning it ourselves. “7 Deadly Sins” jerks you by the wrist and pulls you away, it squeezes out everyday life and when you crank it up you think music is the greatest thing in the world and with it riding shotgun you can win, even if the game is rigged, because you know it’s simply about how you feel and listening to it you feel GREAT!

But this all started with “Belfast Child.”

It went to number one in the U.K. back in ’89, it’s meaningless over here, but one listen will tell you otherwise.

It’s based upon the old Irish folk song “She Moved Through The Fair,” but it’s got Kerr’s lyrics and that Simple Minds melding of majesty and melody, this is music that’s subtle yet can change the world, “Oh Yeah” is intimate, playing to you and me, “Belfast Child” is playing to everybody!

And the song starts off a cappella, all quiet. And then the strings add support and gravitas but the sound that grabs you is the penny whistle, like on a Paul Brady record.

And if you think this is a wimpy number that belongs to the sands of time just wait until the drum starts to pound and the guitar starts to wail and the song starts to march through the streets and you cannot help but fall in behind.

Come back Billy, won’t you come on home
Come back Mary, you’ve been away so long

There was a brain drain, the Troubles sent the youth away, there was no opportunity, but with the ceasefire the emigrant sons and daughters began to return.

The streets are no longer empty, and life goes on.

And I won’t say that you can attribute this to music, but we all need strength to put one foot in front of another, get up every day and keep on keepin’ on, and there’s no fuel like music.

One day we’ll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again

He’s singing, I heard him, I can’t wait to return.

Belfast

All anybody wants to talk about is Trump.

I was out with a group of concert promoters and they’d all seen the buffoon on TV last night and were laughing and scared at the very same time. They knew all the players, the cabinet members, even Elizabeth Warren, and I know almost nothing about their country. Other than the IRA and war.

Turns out the north is associated with the UK and the south is independent and it all got divided in 1922 and the Catholics and the Protestants have been fighting about it ever since. Everyone refers to the “Troubles.” When rocks were thrown and bombs were planted and innocent civilians died and they credit Bill Clinton with bringing them together, along with Bono, I kid you not. Bill came and united them for peace and so did Bono. So there’s your power of rock and roll right there. There was a referendum, to end the war, and a concert was held just before and Bono held up the arms of the enemies and they all asked for peace…AND IT CAME!

Well, not completely. There was more violence. And…you drive around and there are walls separating the Catholics from the Protestants. They don’t mix. Intermarriage is rare, you can be excommunicated from your community, and when I saw the gate that closes off the two groups every night I was flummoxed, we think of these troubles happening in the Middle East, but they’re here too. And on one hand you pooh-pooh them, to quote Rodney King, can’t we all just get along? But the Catholics got the short end of the stick and Bobby Sands went on a hunger strike and died in prison and I know all this, it’s deep in the memory banks, but when you come here you’re confronted with murals, it’s palpable. And they know everything about us and we know almost about them.

Like the Titanic being built here. I went to the museum. I could live in a museum, I love to soak up the information. And to be honest, I don’t care that much about the Titanic and the exhibits about it washed over me to a degree, but the museum starts by setting the scene, when Belfast was Linenopolis.

You see linen comes from flax. And it was spun at home. And then came mechanization and factories. Study history and you find out what you think is new is not.

People railed against the change. And then women and children went to work in the mills. Where pay was low, health conditions bad, and hours long, six days a week, literally half the day. Which is how we ended up with unions. But somehow “union” is now a bad word. But I’m wondering about the future. Will everybody lose their job to technology or will they find places in the new economy and will they be better off or worse? I don’t know. And I’m not sure anybody else does either.

And they had whiskey and tobacco and then shipbuilding. And when you look out and see the slip where they built the Titanic right next to the Olympic, you tingle. It happened, RIGHT THERE! But they don’t build ships anymore. But Bombardier does build airplane wings. And they shoot “Game of Thrones.” So, it’s not only runaway production to North Carolina, Florida and Louisiana, the whole world is giving incentives, it all comes down to money.

And this morning I got a “Black Cab Tour” to Shankill Road, where the Troubles occurred. My driver, Norman, knew all the passersby, and also admitted he threw rocks, everybody did, his father was shot twice the night he was born, it’s just the way it was.

And then there’s the wall… Made even higher with barbed wired and fencing so no one can climb over and the stones don’t cross. And a gate that closes every night, even at this late date. You know how you know where the Catholics live? There’s a wall around their community!

Yes, they’re outnumbered by the Protestants.

And then we went to the BBC for an interview/show/program with Wendy Austin. She’s got an MBE, “Member of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire,” because she was the voice on the radio when all the bad crap went down. And I used that c-word, instead of the s-word, and I had to rerecord what I said just in case the boss got upset. I thought the BBC was like HBO, and you could swear, but that’s not so.

But all the equipment was modern and there were two engineers and in the U.S. the famous radio station you listen to is a hovel staffed by the voice you hear and one minimum wage engineer in support. The free market economy doesn’t always work. Then again, someone told me 70% of the workers in Belfast were employed by the government, that can’t be true, can it? But government is not a dirty word here like it is in the U.S.

And government is what we talked about at lunch. Why is it everybody but the Americans is so well-informed? We’re dumb and vote for Trump yet they have dumb people who voted for Brexit and they’re completely unsure what’s gonna happen next. The whole world is in turmoil. And what struck me is we talked some music, who can sell tickets, but the hot topic was politics, we’re all citizens of the world, and the destiny of the planet is in our hands, a heavy responsibility which we must shoulder.

And then Stuart took me on a tour of Van Morrison sites.

You’ve got to understand, Ireland is warm and green but it rains all the time. You could get mightily depressed, no wonder so many leave, yet so many come back, like Van himself, who supposedly lives eight miles away on the water.

But he grew up on the other side of the river and we parked as it sprinkled and went down into this little park with a stream… It was the HOLLOW!

Hey where did we go
Days when the rain came
Down in the hollow

Yup, it happened right here, this was the inspiration for “Brown Eyed Girl”!

And coursing through the park, which was anything but upscale, just a hole between two rows of houses, were the electrical lines, held up by the pylons!

We call them towers in the U.S., but these pylons are featured in “You Know What They’re Writing About” from 1979’s “Into The Music,” where Van implores his baby to:

Meet me down by the water, Meet me down by the pylons.

And then we went by his house, where there’s a plaque, and you’re thinking HOW DID HE MAKE IT OUT OF HERE? Some are destined to stay where they are, others get out. And music is still a great way to rise above.

And then down the street where he washed windows, yes, that song was not fantasy.

And then up to Cyprus Avenue, which inspired that track on “Astral Weeks.”

We think these artists live in a fantasyland far above us where they make all this stuff up, but the truth is we all have influences, they’re the foundation of our creations, Van led a real life and sang about it, he still sings about it.

And then off to the Ulster Museum to learn more about the Troubles, where there was a whole section on Bloody Sunday and I couldn’t help but sing the U2 song in my head.

And everybody tells me Ireland was backward. There were still outdoor toilets during the Troubles. There were no jobs. But there were people, thinking, experiencing, not looking to get ahead like Americans so much as living.

So, there are no high rises, no one would invest with all the unrest.

And downtown there are buildings that are fortresses, to protect against being blown up by bombs.

But the people, they’re knowledgeable and friendly. They want to talk, wrestle with the issues, and I’d say we’re all in it together, but…

They’re still working on that in Belfast.