Archive for June, 2009

Turn on, tune in and … drop off

Nett Magazine,

July 2009

First published here.
Former United States President George W. Bush didn’t appreciate it when a journalist threw a shoe at his head in December 2008. But website usability experts believe shoes – especially old, well-trodden ones – can provide valuable business insights. In fact, if you’re a small business owner and the shoes belong to your customers, you should be begging to have them thrown at you!
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Wolf and Cub, live – Oxford Art Factory

Mess+Noise,

June 24, 2009

- First published in Mess+Noise, here.

Sometimes, nothing can sum it up better than commentary from the random pissed guy, lurching through the crowd with his schooner. (more…)

‘The Runaways’ – review

First published in The Brag, here.

In 1975 an all-girl rock group called The Runaways formed in LA. Until then, women playing hard rock was rare in mainstream music. Fronted by guitarist Joan Jett and singer Cherie Currie, the five-piece – most just 16 at the time – braved it out until 1979, released four records, and were supported by bands like Van Halen and The Ramones. The Runaways tells this story with Twilight star Kristen Stewart playing Jett, and child star (now teen star) Dakota Fanning as the band’s manufactured ‘sex kitten’, Currie.

(The real thing)

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Grey Daturas, live – The Ding Dong

Mess+Noise,

June 11, 2009

- First published in Mess+Noise, here.

You know a band’s got volume when you keep your earplugs in for a mid-gig toilet break. (more…)

Varadin Bridge, Novi Sad

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

October 20, 2008: Novi Sad, Serbia

Today I walked across the Varadin Bridge in Novi Sad. As far as bridges go, it’s nothing amazing. But it’s a moving experience all the same because it’s not the original Varadin Bridge. The original was bombed by NATO on April 1, 1999, as part of Operation Allied Forces during the Kosovo War.

Varadin Bridge, Novi Sad

Varadin Bridge, Novi Sad

The day after Varadin Bridge was destroyed in 1999, I turned 22. I had been accepted into Poli Sci at Berkeley so I was living back at my parents’ house and working double shifts as a waitress to save money. I’d hurtle up and down the Great Western Highway seven days a week in my rusty old Dato, immersed in dreamy thoughts of California.

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