writers needed

poptunes.org needs your help!

if you fancy writing about pop music and/or the state of music today, then get in touch!

we already have a couple of people onboard, but need more to help make the place somewhere that gets lots of readers and stuff 🙂

go on, give it a try. write a rant about something you think will fit in nicely here and post it either as a comment, or mail it to me (if you already have my email)

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4 thoughts on “writers needed”

  1. Artic Monkeys eh? I like ’em. They’re young, they’re fresh and they look cool on stage. I got thier album, just like many others out there who recognised a new, talented band. Well done for recognising new talent folks, well done…

    But, hang on. What’s going on? Did we really all go down to HMV at the same time and buy this CD because we all liked it so much? Really? All of us? Even the kids who wear them silly tartan hats with thier socks pulled into thier tracksuit bottoms? Even them? Yes they did. I know because my little brother is one of them little sods and he loves it. His favourite track is number one if anyone’s interested.

    So what is actually going on? It’s taken me a while to get to the point but the point i am trying to make is that the machine that is consumerism has now definitley under way. Don’t get me wrong, i love the album. It’s not the best but for a band that looks like they’ve just come out of infant school, it aint a bad attempt. What’s gotten me so miffed is the fact that i see people, people who listen to stuff like Lamar and Fifty Cent, banging out the Artic’s like thier there new favourite band. What’s the betting that once all the hype has died down the Artic’s will be put back on the shelf and replaced with a gangster who raps like granny with a stutter. It’s not on. Consumerism (and Zane Lowe) has pressed the Artic Monkeys so far into our subconcious that even people whose tatse in music lies on the other side of the fence seem to like it. Maybe they do. I could be completely wrong in my opinion but come on; the other day i saw the meanest looking skinhead and his four year old girlfiend steam through town with The Artic’s banging out of their car like it was a air raid siren. He doens’t like ’em!! if he like any music its the kind of music associated with young girlfreinds and pill popping. Namely that gangsta stuff thats scarily popped up in the suburbs of Hampshire. People like this buy The Artic Monkey CD because its popular at the time. It’s like when we all went to watch the Balir

  2. I was ranting so much i submitted my comment before it was finished….bit stupid really, but as i was saying…

    It’s like when we all went to watch the Blair Witch Project thinking we would leave the cinema with a new sense of fear and a messy pair of pants. It was crap!! We were all fed with the hype that it was a groundbreaking horror film, but c’mon, i’ve seen scarier episodes of Pingu. Its just like the Artic’s. Yes there are many of us who appreciate their music, but then’s there’s a whole bunch of people who bought into it because it was popular at the time and they wanted to be associated with it. Whereas The Blair witch reaped the rewards of the gulliable cinema audience, It’s The Artics management that are proberly counting the millions of pounds which, people who wanted to look cool to their peers, pumped into HMV. My brother being one of them. As we speak i can hear Fifty Cent mumbling his worldy view out of my brothers room, and not a whiff of track one off the Artic’s album.

    It’s not the cosumers i feel sorry for though, its the band itself. In a about a year thier second album will be released under a fanfare of hype and pomp, declaring it the sucessor to the million selling first album. What’s the betting it doesn’t sell half of much as what the first one did resulting in the band being dropped by thier label and then picked up by some shoddy basement management whose experience lies in watching Top of The Pops on a Friday night. It’s not on. What happend to the old days when Nirvanas Nevermind sold so strongly because of word of mouth, the days when no-one really cared what band you were into as long as it wasn’t Level 42 (No offence to Level 42 lover’s out there). It’s not on is it? Consumerism and marketing has taken over everything, and when it takes a hold of a very young, fresh, raw rock band who only want to make good music, you know we’re all in trouble.

    That is all…

  3. The Politics of Dancing

    First off, a brief intro so that you know where I am coming from. I am 36 years old, a massive music fan and an on-off-on DJ and bedroom mixer for eighteen years. I have spun the decks in a number of different styles over the years, wedding receptions, birthday parties (never a Bar Mitzvah though); supporting pub bands; indie discos; pub rock nights; alternative clubs; house parties playing house, drum & bass and breakbeats as well as mixing and making tapes for friends and personal consumption in my bedroom/spare room/living room. I feel I have paid my dues to the wheels of steel (Technics SL1210 Mk2’s being the all time as well as current choice).

    I always did it for the music. Pure and simple. I got a buzz out of getting people dancing, playing a good set and chatting about music to people before and afterwards. I never did it for the money, although it is a pleasant side-effect. One of the reasons that I never went into it professionally was the politics. In the immortal words of 80’s synth-popsters Re-Flex (who are more than due for a revival), the politicians are now the DJ’s. More importantly – and getting away from the fact that quoting that band has really shown my age – the DJ’s are now the politicians, and what petty, whining primadonna bitches they can be.

    I can only imagine that the whole of the record industry is much the same, as is the film industry and the entertainment business in general. Everyone wants to be lead dog, headline act, le grande fromage and they will stamp on your fingers as you hang over the precipice of recognition to make sure they stay there. More than once, I have played at a venue with what I would consider to have been a well above average set, but haven’t been invited back because I was never the scenester that you have to be to get ‘in’. I was never the coke buddy of the resident DJ or club owner or the drinking partner of the promoter. One well-known, and recently closed down dance club, during a charity night, even closed the back room as I was cueing up my second track because the two resident DJ’s in the main room didn’t want a nobody coming into ‘their’ club and showing them up. This incident has stuck with me. Bitter ? abso-fucking-lutely I’m bitter. There is no need for it. There is always room for more good music.

    I am considering an attempt to get back into playing out in Nottingham. I have never tried since the event I mentioned above. Things like that knock your confidence more than the t-shirt of the week cokehead DJ’s at that Nottingham club realise or care. I would do it for nothing (please note, this article is not a begging letter, just a treatise on my experience as a wannabe DJ) as long as I could play the records that I wanted to. I know it is possible to do this, it is just difficult and all it takes is a knock to destroy any confidence that you may have had. I am sure that there are hundreds of people out there just like me. People with a love of music, not a love of their own sense of self-importance who may not be the greatest DJ’s in the world, but who deserve a chance to get up there and prove that they can do it, that they can make people dance like idiots for hours on end, and aren’t just in it for the adulation and ego inflation.

    Most of this is mercifully transaparent to the club-going public. They pay their money, indulge themselves however they want and dance the night away to their own personal preference of musical genre oblivious to the cliquey elitism that goes on behind the scenes. Essentially, this is good, but for the guys or girls who turn up to a club with a box full of records, a heart full of hope and a mouth full of cotton wool only to be belittled, sneered at or ignored by the residents when all they want is half an hour to bang out some tunes and enjoy people enjoying them.

    I am absolutely sure that there are good, friendly club DJ’s, owners, managers and promoters out there. I’ve met examples of them as well (although they do seem to be in the minority), but it is said, and most definitely applies to this piece of soapbox action, a satisfied customer tells one person, a dissatisfied customer tells ten. Not strictly a customer, I know, but you get the comparison.

    It is also said that the meek shall inherit the earth. I say they should start with the turntables and DJ booths and go on from there. Hang the DJ.

    Always in the record box…

    1. Groove is in the Heart – Deee-Lite
    2. Fly Life – Basemant Jaxx
    3. Everybody Loves a 303 – Fatboy Slim
    4. Hard to Handle – The Black Crows
    5. Born Slippy – Underworld
    6. Fight For Your Right – Beastie Boys
    7. Break On Through – The Doors
    8. Song 2 – Blur
    9. Lovecats – The Cure
    10. Cannonball – The Breeders

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