Interesting question about who would wiln versus who would lose? Does the architect and level of bureaucratic supersion matter?

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One of the post-punk classics from John Lydon and PIL: “Two sides to every story. Somebody Had to stop it. I’m not the same as when I began.”

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Recorded at the Manchester Apollo in October 1977. Does Iggy looked blissfully f’d up or is it just us seeing something that’s not there?

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Who knew the Sisters ever had a budget to do shit produced on location like this? Maybe that’s why Andrew Eldritch can’t get along with record companies. “Dominion – Some say prayers/Some say prayers/Now I say mine.”

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I consider this one of the saddest songs ever written and it sums up a lot, even if I don’t love this particular video treatment of it. Then, again, Ian had already been dead eight years. Life is very fragile. And, blogging, when you come right down to it blogging–not blogging journalistically–but inflicting the Cancer […]

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The long forgotten, yet important, post-punk band Magazine with ex-Buzzcock Howard Devoto letting the light pour out of him. “Time flies. Time crawls. Like an insect. Up and down the walls.”

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Here’s some jen-you-whine old school punk. The Buzzcocks with Howard Devoto before he split to form Magazine performing Breakdown in 19fucking76. All of which only serves to remind us to price space at Green-Wood Cemetery.

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This is the late, great Ofra Haza, the Israeli singer who died of complications related to HIV/AIDS on February 23, 2000 at the age of 43. This song is dedicated in the same spirit of, well, you know…love…as the subway shot.

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This is a fucking classic we tripped across and had never seen. Check out Brian Eno with the glam look and hair. This is the stuff from which all else of any value evolved through the 70s, punk included. Sorry if some of the people watching this weren’t even born when this performance was recorded.

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Check it out.

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From a Benefit Concert for the Stop The War Coalition (StWC) was filmed & recorded at The Astoria in London on November 27th, 2005. Cool stuff.

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The song speaks for itself. As a long deceased firend of ours, who took his own life, once said of a different songwriter’s soaring song, “He saw God when he wrote this song.” Same here.

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This is New Order performing Ceremony at the Ukranian National Home in the East Village on Nov. 19, 1981 on their first tour after Ian Curtis killed himself on May 16, 1980. It is poignant watching Bernard Sumner sing this song (you can almost see the trepidation on his face as he takes the mike) […]

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Check out Colin Newman, Bruce Gilbert, Graham Lewis and Robert Gotobed, aka Wire–one of the most important bands in rock history–performing one of our favorite Wire songs on TV in 1979. Oh, yes.

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Make it through the first few seconds of this vide and you’ll see the vid of The Forest from 1980. Most copies can’t be embedded. And, yes, that dude playing guitar and singing “The girl was never there/It’s always the same/I’m running towards nothing/Again and again and again” is really Robert Smith. Holy shit. He […]

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Nothing like a little goth to start the day.

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We’ve known some. The band itself is from Bern, Switzerland. How they know about Gowanus and Park Slope, we don’t know.

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Remember the murderous siege of Sarajevo and how the West did nothing to stop it? We do. You can crack all the joke you want about Bono, but seeing him, Brian Eno and the late Luciano Pavarotti singing “Miss Sarajevo” gives us chills.

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The Feelies perform Wire’s classic Outdoor Miner at the Music Hall of Williamsburg on September 20 of last year, a show to which we had tickets but, uh, couldn’t attend due to circumstances beyond our control.

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Ah, the old New york. In the New Sanitized One, we can still think of one or two creeps, though.

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We have nothing to add other than knock, knock, knock.

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Dedicated to an undisclosed person at an undisclosed location. Do listen until the middle where Peter Murphy starts singing about “You fickle shit/You would spit on me/You would make me spit.” This is NOT dedicated to Joe Sitt. Sorry.

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