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The 00's: Remembered For Music, Or Technology?

I saw this question on a forum and it got me wondering, will the 00's (I loathe the word noughties) be remembered for the technological advancements in music, rather than the music itself?

The 50s gave us rock 'n' roll, the 60's pop/rock/psychedelia, the 70's glam/funk/disco/punk, the 80's more punk/more disco/new romantics/hip-hop/acid house/indie/baggy/shoegaze the 90's more shoegaze/more indie/grunge/britpop/trip-hop/gangster rap/trance/techno/post rock etc... (not an exhaustive list by any means) but this decade...Coldplay-esque stadium rock? Won't the decade be remembered for the iPod and file-sharing instead?

Is there an exhaustion? I've struggled to come up with a better answer than electro, which to be honest is merely a sub-genre of dance. When was the last band to come out, and the world just collectively went "....WTF!"? The Klaxons? Maybe, but then I think their sound is just following on from early Acid House.

I guess my point is, where will the next sub-genre come from? Will we look back at the present and say to ourselves "I remember when all you could download was an mp3. An MP3!!!!" Maybe the reason I can't think of where the future of music is going to from is cos I'm sat here in an office, and not holed up in a studio, with Dr. Dre (who's Detox album, I'm very confident, will bend my head) actually trying to find the answer.

Dave Macnamara

You Don't See This Too Often Either

Fire alarm goes off during C4 News. Krishnan whatever his name is, does a runner.

You Don't Get This Kind Of Stuff On ITV

BBC Sport have unveiled their Gorillaz work for the Beijing games. There's all sorts of widgets, gizmos and irritants around the main characters Monkey, Pigsy and Sandy.

Have a look at this though....the 2 minute movie that will form the basis of their opening titles for the Olympic Games.

15 days to go - personally, can't wait. The sanctimonious whining of anyone from Spielberg to Konnie Huq can be parked to one side. Seeing China have its well deserved moment in the sun will be captivating, breathtaking and awe-inspiring. Londoners are about to get a big wake-up call.

Stay In All Night You'd Never See Them

Spain. Possibly Holland. Anyone But Germany.

Deep down, other than Brian Glanville, James Richardson and the 3 subscribers of World Soccer, who really gives a shit about Euro 2008?

BBC Sport are giving it the best possible shot. Their campaign is a cracker. Simple insight (no-one's got anyone to supoort therefore they won't care), matched with simple idea (who will you support?), execute it smartly (like they always do) and then throw the kitchen sink at it (the campaign is everywhere on telly and online). There's just a chance with them, that this won't be buried on BBC3 alongside Garth Crooks.

Come Friday night and a few pints, my mates and I have all agreed that all of us are alright at being marketers / PRs / accountants / fund managers / solicitors / whatever. But we'd all be geniuses if we were given the chance to do the music for the all the montages on Football Focus. I don't think so somehow.

Here's the trailer.
Here's their Top 10 Euro goals.
Here's their video archive.
Here's the blog.
Here's their Twitter feed.
Here's their Flickr stream.
Here's their Youtube channel.
Here, even, are the opening titles from Euro '96.

Eat Fat & Love It

You could never accuse Burger King of being sanctimonious. Whilst McDonald's take the flak for forcefeeding fat down kids throats, BK crack on regardless. It's quite simple - give 'em what they want.

Heavy drinkers and fat boys have a new challenge with the news that Burger King is to launch 'the 6 Pack,' a burger designed for sharing. That's what they say - the real challenge is whether you can eat one yourself.  It's one burger in six rolls which the fat eater is expected to tear off portions. £4.49 for the burger. £5.69 for a meal. Good luck to them.

As for McDonald's, they disgust me.

The Day There Was No News

Beautiful. Will Luke the sourcer. Wyld Stallions the talent. 

Burma

Shot by Ogilvy in Amsterdam, on MTV, doing the rounds virally. Burma.

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Macsturbation

Mental Disintegration

Whoever said sport and politics don't mix, was talking bollocks. They mix so well together they're practically the same thing.

Now the football's done, the only spectator sport worth watching is how long Gordon Brown can last without going completely spastic.  Like the great psychological sporting feasts: the back 9 at Augusta on Sunday, the ebb and flow of Test match, 9 months of Ferguson vs Mourinho/Wenger/Keegan mental warfare - there is joy to be had in watching the mental disintegration of the PM. It's as though Steve Waugh, not Andy Coulson, is running the Tory media machine.

Mental disintegration  - usually in the school playground - currently in Westminster follows a simple path:

1. If someone has pretensions - reveal them to empty and then laugh at them so they feel small.
(Global? Big thinker? How come you have all that time to scheme and plot? You're not very decisive are you for someone so clever...)

2. If they feel vulnerable in a certain area - bring it to everyone's attention, and point at him.
(You're a control freak. You send emails at 4am. Why do you bite your nails?  You're surrounded by  a cabinet of droids.)

3. Use insignificant irritants to convey your message...
(Cherie, the blow-dryed Lord Levy, scrotes from the back bench, Cameron)

4. Sit back and wait.

In time your victim will either burst into tears, lash out wildly, or both. You then close the deal by laughing in their face.

Let's aim to have him committed by August. Match of the Day will be back by then.