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Directed by Todd Lamb

Peacoat's Last Dance

Dear NY Cares,

Today I was riding the subway and saw an ad for your Annual Coat Drive which began 12/1. Then I got to thinking, last Wednesday was the 2nd, the day my Peacoat was lifted.

I know, it is a beautiful vintage coat, WWII issued. Handmade craftsmanship was evident from the gauge of wool down to the corduroy lined pockets. I had picked it up at an Army/Navy warehouse in Hartford CT in the early nineties.

Last winter I noticed it was suffering some wear and tear. I mean, I’d had the thing forever. So I mended it, by hand, giving it all the TLC I can muster. I was like a surgeon bringing a patient back from the brink. I told Peacoat, “Don’t go into the light!” I picked that up from the movie, Poltergeist.

I am aware you do the coat drive every year. And I know it helps the less fortunate who don’t have coats. This year, given the economic climate, I’m sure your quota is low. But that doesn’t give you the right to steal my coat. So could you, the kind people you bill yourselves as, please, please return Peacoat to me.

Or else I will file a police report.


Best,

It's just my luck, won't you believe it...

For those who witnessed, witness

Mogwai Live Film "Burning" Teaser from Nathanaël Le Scouarnec on Vimeo.

So many reason Brooklyn rules, here's another Talk Normal

Bleep Blop Bloop

Smoooooooth

October Skies

Um, can I have the next dance?

So we aren't turning into a monthly yet! But...

And it's getting blistering cold and soggy in NY these days. What better way to ring in the end? I mean the end of the year and you know, winter is the end until spring for the foliage, but of course, Nortt.

Who, what?

Well, go to iTunes. Search Nortt. Nead a Halloween costume, or maybe need to spice up the love life. Look no further!

Upload

Zooey

We Were Promised Jetpacks Bowery Ballroom

Twilight Sad Bowery Ballroom

Twilight Sad Bowery Ballroom

Rivington

Jack and Alison

OM

Dominie's Hoek LIC

Jack

The Building

Eagle Twin Brooklyn Masonic Temple

Cult Love Anniversary Tour 9/11 NYC

Weedeater Headlined secret Southern Lord show 9/10

Lapdog of Satan took us from Zeppelin into Halen harmonics and back to sludge in the last song.



Weedeaaaaater.



Weeeeeeedeater.

No, I was in the Stone Roses.

20 years ago today, Sgt. Pepper told the band to play

I dont have to sell my soul
Hes already in me
I dont need to sell my soul
Hes already in me

I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored

In support of S. Korea, and Italy.

This is the best place to get pizza in my hood. My latest hood. No, if I told you, I'd have to share a booth with you.



And Hite Beer. Is the summer's best brew. 4.5% and like they say "Clean, Crisp and Fresh!"

Usually you look through your burned up belongings, kind of like looking back at 1983. Ladies. Drinkees. Der Kommissar.

I wasn't around then to enjoy it. After the fire indeed.

Stop it already, Scotland.

First Mogwai. Then Twilight Sad. Now these guys. Amazing.

At the office yesterday, Danish liquorice pipes.

Jason Crombie, founder of Wooooo, schools cultural elite on independent publishing at ADC

Fender Master

POPE 2.0!

This just in from the Associated Press!

The Vatican is getting silly. A facebook page and iPhone apps!

What will it be, a game, like PaperBoy, where you steer the Popemobile through anti-christian groups. Hilarious.

Man I hope he knows not to enter his password into those phishing sites and get virused! Someone save him!

Speaker of the House

Run dreams

Boom

Like black coffee at midnight

We are fascinated...

Smells like...

Comedy that deserves its 200,000 hits

POW!

Mogwai - Mogwai Fear Satan from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

Snakesweat

Fleeing Brooklyn

Dear Complacency,

We’re moving to Queens, a hipper venue than where our offices have been for the past three years, Boerum Hill, Brooklyn.

We’ve been sandwiched between the old money in the Heights, the ultra-gentrification of Carroll Gardens and Smith Street, and that other slice of white bread, Park Slope, where speed limits are posted for parents pushing baby carts.

The Brooklyn we knew now feels like a gated community, a place you’d expect to see old people getting around in golf carts or tricycles.

LBF

Below is a picture taken in the area known as BoCoCaIghts (which includes Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens, and Brooklyn Heights). These are the types invading.

And the following image is a photorealistic dramatization of Park Slope in the next 2 years. Good luck.

Finally

Angelika Friday March 13-19
http://www.severedways.com/

Decent fare in BK

Todd Lamb Reclaims Fish Record

Hero

Know your history! Hendrix.

bast bend evor!

http://www.myspace.com/ungdomskulen

Beyond, beyond radical!

Massage your retinas.

100 Billion of Obama Stimulus Plan earmarked for shooting unrecyclable household items that can’t be thrown in the trash or recycled into space.

"Screw it, shooting it out into space is easier."

Your stashes of old batteries and cases of unused paint cannot be incinerated or buried since doing either ejects toxic plagues into the air and land. And those “green” CFL bulbs that contain mercury, can’t be easily dropped off at any old Home Depot thanks to Home "Foreclosure" Depot going out of business.

Oh, and the black obelisks, the ominous, omnipotent beings that rule our universe (last seen co-starring in “2001, A Space Odyssey”) are none too pleased about it. They are threatening to turn us back into apes.

NYC to lay off 7 million residents as finding comes in: "N.Y.C. so costly you need to earn six figures to make middle class."

image: Cheryl Dunn
Most middle-classers refused to take the news and had to be escorted to bridges and tunnels by NYPD and Bloomberg security. Some people attempted to garnish their wages in hopes to make upper-class, or wealthy.



New York City Mayor Abe Beame with famous Daily News front page from 1975 that summed up the city's desperate situation - and Washington's tough love response - back then.

BACK THEN??!!!!

We're moving to the land of chalk drawings:

The Appropriateness of Being Inappropriate

“I’m 23 years old and despite the successes I’ve had in the pool, I acted in a youthful and inappropriate way, not in a manner people have come to expect from me.”

Well, despite your success in a pool, you're young and the young have a responsibility to be inappropriate. There’s plenty of time to be old and faking it.

Road kill...

It's a shame to see such senseless killing on the sidewalks of our city. Watch out for shopping carts with that aimless stuck-in-headlights gaze. Many carts are feeling suicidal and may jump out in front of the unsuspecting consumer. Please be careful not to run them down. They are only living in your world. Please show some love. Stop saving. Start buying. End the senseless slaughter.

Photo taken at the corner of Atlantic Avenue and Bond Street. Victim: Target cart

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Keep smiling. Yes. Glad hands all around. It's hard to think we're all going to hell in a hand basket if we keep a positive outlook on things. Look to your local real estate agents for support.

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Stick Some Foam In Your Ear, Or Else

Come on, feel the noise

Going up to 11 has long been a badge of honour in rock music. But there's a price to pay for those decibels. Mike Barnes talks to musicians about the perils of playing loud

'I want to ask one fundamental question," said Hans Keller after Pink Floyd's performance on BBC2's The Look of the Week in 1967. "Why has it all got to be so terribly loud?" "I don't guess it has to be," Roger Waters replied. "But that's the way we like it. It doesn't sound terribly loud to us."

The Austrian-born musician and musicologist's attitude to the group - severe, like a schoolmaster telling off naughty boys - made him look like the quintessential square on the wrong side of the generation gap: he just couldn't get the high-volume psychedelic sounds that the kids were digging.

Wind forward 41 years to the Roundhouse, London, and My Bloody Valentine are about to play You Made Me Realise. Guitarist Kevin Shields gestures for his already fearsomely loud guitar to be turned up - into uncharted territory way beyond 11 - and midway through the song they launch into the 20 minute "Holocaust" section of guitar noise and trouser-rippling sub-bass. At this point, the plastic beer glass is buzzing in my hand and I am nervously recalling some of the known physical effects of sonic weaponry on the human body. I prod my earplugs in further and wondered what Keller might have made of it all: why has it all got to be so terribly loud?

From prehistoric ritual to the symphony orchestra, people have always engaged with loudness, but the 1960s was the first decade when sheer volume became an essential part of youth culture. This was the time of the Who's My Generation, with its famous lyric "I hope I die before I got old" drawing a line between young and old, a line often drawn in sound. The Who went on, in 1976, to become officially The Loudest Band in the World at 126dB(A) (The "A" signifies an average or typical decibel level over the period of a performance). Since then, the group's Pete Townshend has suffered significant hearing loss, although he actually blames that on headphone usage.

Bands viewed volume as a mark of connection to the primal forces of rock. By the late 70s, the pro-hunting, gun-toting, heavy rock guitarist Ted Nugent told his fans: "If it's too loud you're too old." Nugent has admitted that the story of how he killed a pigeon with a power chord at an outdoor show was apocryphal, but even so he is now partially deaf. The experimental metal band Sunn0))) spoke in an interview in the Wire magazine, with apparently straight faces, of their desire to play so loud that the audience would be lifted into the air by a carpet of volume.

It's not only the myths about volume that have increased, however; so has the actual noise at gigs. By 1994, the heavy metal band Manowar claimed a reading of 129.5dB(A), at which point the Guinness Book of Records decided to stop encouraging such activity and abandoned the category, not that it has changed the attitude of noise mavens. In an admittedly statistically non-significant poll conducted for this article, around 100 musicians, journalists, PRs, photographers and regular gig-goers - from their 20s to their 60s - were asked to name the loudest band or DJ set they had experienced and whether they had incurred any hearing damage. Some interesting testimonies emerged.

One respondent said of a 90s gig by Tackhead: "Loads of hissing in the ears for an eternity ... but felt more like the spoils of victory." Others likened the experience of extreme volume to a rite of passage: that ringing in your ears could be likened to a bonding experience, recounted with the same sort of jocularity-in-adversity with which you might discuss a hangover with fellow sufferers. But if the inner ear is damaged, the next-day ringing - temporary threshold shift - may become tinnitus, a hissing or whistling sound in the ear, which can be permanent. One guitarist and DJ who has tinnitus reckoned that it was as much "a badge of rock'n'roll honour as my Chelsea boot-squished toes or impaired liver functions".

Certainly once volume exceeds 87dB(A) - significantly quieter than most rock gigs or clubs - there is a possibility, at least, of hearing damage. And with improvements in PA technology producing less distortion, that live show or DJ set can be cranked out at higher and higher levels. More bad news is that smoking and consumption of alcohol and drugs have been proven to increase the chance of incurring permanent hearing damage. This is not so much because a gig-goer might be trashed and put their head in a bass bin - although that certainly wouldn't help - but because intoxication impedes the protective mechanisms of the inner ear.

Dr David Baguley's two favourite gigs were high-volume affairs by the Jesus and Mary Chain and Joy Division. He freely acknowledges the excitement of experiencing loud music, but 20 years of research into it - he's the head of audiology at Addenbrooke's Hospital in Cambridge and professional adviser to the British Tinnitus Association - have shown him the downside.

"In my clinic I see some people where one concert or clear sound event led to them developing tinnitus. Last time that [Bob Mould's 90s power trio] Sugar played in Cambridge, I saw two patients who had permanent tinnitus as a result. I see other people who have been exposed to noise for some time and it's seemed to make them vulnerable to developing tinnitus later. These days, I think it's a false dichotomy that those of us who are saying take care of your ears are being over-protective or conservative."

Some of the musicians polled had damaged hearing, and not necessarily from years of standing in front of a wall of Marshall stacks. Bob Stanley of Saint Etienne, hardly a band associated with extreme volume, has tinnitus, which he puts down to going to loud gigs in the mid- and late 80s - and to DJing without earplugs, which he now wears when playing. His story also exemplifies a current line of research: that some people are genetically more disposed towards hearing damage.

"When I'm in bed at night, especially if I'm in the countryside, I become very conscious of ringing," he says. "Otherwise, loud pubs and restaurants can be physically painful, creating a mild nausea. I think it's something other people don't like to talk about as it makes them more aware of the problem - I mean, it is possible for me to go a while without even thinking about it. Nobody else in Saint Etienne has a problem."

It's true that one's "level" of tinnitus partly depends on how it is perceived: writing this article has made me more aware of mine. As did my exposure to the winners of the Loudest Band accolade in the unofficial poll, My Bloody Valentine. They beat Motörhead into second place, with other nominees including the Who, Black Sabbath, industrial dub band God, MC Hammer, Kaiser Chiefs, REM and, somewhat surprisingly, Malian singer Salif Keita.

Baguley is dismissive of My Bloody Valentine's use of extreme volume. "The attitude that 'the louder the better' is very last century and I'd expect it from Ted Nugent, not from artists that aspire to be groundbreaking," he says.

The stance of My Bloody Valentine's leader, Kevin Shields, comes over as somewhat paradoxical: unapologetic and yet concerned. He played at levels that forced some people to leave the venue; but the band also made earplugs available at the door for all who wanted them. He's a tinnitus sufferer himself - "I got tinnitus falling asleep listening to mixes of [their 1991 album] Loveless," he says. "It was only for about two hours, but when I woke up I could hear a high-pitched sound but wondered where it was coming from."

He is also aware of how volume can affect the organs that control balance, and can in turn be used to create a state of disorientation. "We play with low frequencies that are nothing like anyone has ever heard before - it's a chaos that sets off a kind of inbuilt alarm system. We use psychoacoustic effects so it sounds louder than it actually is in sound pressure levels. When we played at The Roundhouse we were hitting the resonant frequencies of some parts of the building and so things were rattling and shaking, and dust and plaster falling down."

But is he not concerned about using potentially harmful sound levels? "It does bother me, that's why I made sure earplugs were available and that we play within tried and tested sound pressure levels with a limit of 119dB(A). We also never overdrive the PA, which can provide spike of distortion up to 130dB. We'd like to say that it is cool to wear earplugs; it's not cool to get your hearing damaged. And anyway, feeling the music is a great experience."

Some poll respondents who saw MBV in 2008 thought it was the most amazing thing they had ever seen, others were physically distressed and left. Afterwards I felt exhausted and was yawning constantly. The only thing I'd ever experienced like it was a drum and bass club set that left me feeling like I'd been beaten up. Describing their noise section as like a jet engine is more than fanciful journalese, as 119db(A) is, indeed, the sound pressure level of a jumbo jet taking off experienced at a distance of six metres.

It is also way over the suggested limit of exposure to the audience of 107dB(A) in the 2005 Control of Noise at Work Regulations. But those were put in place to protect employees working at music venues and only serve as guidelines for the audience, whose exposure is deemed to be voluntary. Given the ignorance of what to expect and the likelihood of staying to get your money's worth, that is surely unsatisfactory. One employee of a major London venue - presumably wary of litigation - complained that their responsibility to people coming to see loud bands was unclear, and that the whole thing was a "dodgy" area. He refused to be quoted on any aspect of their policy regarding noise, even though the venue in question has put up warning notices and made earplugs available.

The management of the Roundhouse was more forthcoming - even though the My Bloody Valentine gigs provoked the first complaints to the venue about noise. The Roundhouse is keen to provide information in order to allow people make "an informed choice" about whether to stay for the whole gig, by displaying warning notices about volume at the venue entrance and on tickets if exposure is likely to be continuously at a level of 96dB(A).

Professor David McAlpine, Director of the Ear Institute at University College London - who developed noise-induced tinnitus after a pub gig in Sheffield - feels there is a need for professionals to supply information to work towards a reduction in sound levels that would make a difference in reducing the numbers of gig-goers who suffer hearing loss. The problem, he accepts, is that most punters probably wouldn't notice, and if they did, they'd pay little or no attention.

"If you say, 'Hey kids, don't go out, stay at home, go to bed early,' - that's never worked for the past several thousand years, so it won't now," he says. "Sometimes you've got to protect people from themselves without being finger-wagging about it. But a lot of people can't make their minds up because they don't have any information.

"My view is, would you go to a nightclub where they were shining extremely high-powered laser lights into your eyes, so you could see spots that would not go away? I don't think you'd do it. I don't think that people take their ears so seriously."
• For more information about the effects of volume, visit tinnitus.org.uk

• This article was amended on Wednesday 14 January 2009. The lead guitarist with the Who is Pete Townshend, not Pete Townsend. This has been amended.
guardian.co.uk © Guardian News and Media Limited 2009

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