2001. It was inevitable, I suppose; a fine film and all that, but we didn’t even get past the first day of the year before the BBC was reporting a screening of Kubrick’s masterpiece at the NFT.
2001 was the year Mir returned to earth just as man landed a spacecraft on an asteroid for the first time. The videofeed showed it to be like Grimsby on a wet Tuesday afternoon.
Time and space were recurring themes during that year with John Cage’s composition, Organ²/ASLSP (As Slow as Possible), playing on a pipeorgan in Halberstadt, Germany. According to the Washington Post, 1,000 people pitched up in 2008 to hear one note change.
Cage is, of course, having a laugh at everyone’s expense. In 2640, when the recital ends, a hologram of his face will appear and declare, “Now the organ is properly tuned, the piece will begin…”
A day no-one should forget is 6th October 2001. It’s the day music died, with the first airing of Pop Idol. I was never a fan of Opportunity Knocks back in the day so shows like Pop Idol, X Factor and Britain’s Got Talent, were never going to light my fire.
I suppose that there is little harm in these manufactured bands so long as there is a thriving music scene in the ‘real’ world. Yes, I despair of those who buy the output from these shows in their droves but even without television, bands were manufactured by svengali’s. Despite surveys telling us otherwise, it is a revenue stream which never seems to dry up.
The Monkees, The Archies, all the way through to PWL, via Boney M and many other points in between. Most are dross – The Monkees excluded – and I can’t immediately think of any ‘manufactured’ bands I’ve liked listening to beyond Peter, Micky, Michael and Davy.
If it floats your boat, so be it. I wouldn’t dream of telling anyone what they should and should not listen to. Music is an individual taste; keep your ears and mind open and you can travel on a wonderful journey through life.
Where manufactured pop is a problem, is killing the opportunities for ‘proper’ musicians. There’s room in the world for the bands from the garage or spare bedroom, so long as there is a will to listen to them. And long may that will never cease.
Among those we bade farewell in 2001:
- James Carr
- George Harrison
- Don Bradman
- Robert Ludlum
- John Phillips
- William Hanna
- Charles Pettigrew
- Harry Secombe
- Joey Ramone
- Douglas Adams
- Perry Como
- Joan Sims
- Ken Kesey
- Rufus Thomas
- Nigel Hawthorne
We’ll end today’s post with 2001’s playlist:
|It’s Not the End of the World?||Super Furry Animals|
|Cool’n’out||Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros|
|Chains of Love||The Dirtbombs|
|Watching Xanadu||Mull Historical Society|
|I Don’t Do Crowds||Camera Obscura|
|Salvation||Black Rebel Motorcycle Club|
|St. John the Divine||Ted Leo and the Pharmacists|
|I Wanna Be Around||Jools Holland, John Cale|
|Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow||Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds|
|Underdog (Save Me)||Turin Brakes|
|Imitation Of Life||R.E.M.|
|Snakes in the Grass||Quantic|
|Primitive Notion||New Order|
|Bhindi Bhagee||Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros|
|Love Is The Key||The Charlatans UK|
|Little Atoms||The Black Seeds|
|We Laugh Indoors||Death Cab for Cutie|
|Loco||Fun Lovin’ Criminals|
|Ode to a Black Man||The Dirtbombs|
|Up On The Downside||Ocean Colour Scene|
|Hotel Yorba||The White Stripes|
|Say Hello, Wave Goodbye||Jools Holland, Marc Almond|
|Streets Of Laredo/Not Long For This World||Prefab Sprout|
|Intravenous Agnostic||Manic Street Preachers|
|Under the Hedge||Ted Leo and the Pharmacists|
|I Was a Kaleidoscope||Death Cab for Cutie|
|Have A Nice Day||Stereophonics|
|Lou Reed In My City||Love of Lesbian|
|Pen And Notebook||Camera Obscura|
|Sit There||The Black Seeds|
|Handbags And Gladrags||Stereophonics|
|Miss Europa Disco Dancer||Manic Street Preachers|