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Marquee Moon

Forty years ago this masterpiece was released. See Turn Up The Volume and Observer (I do wish they’d stop using the term “punk” for these guys). guitarmarquee moonmusicTelevisiontom verlaine


“Second Line” for Bowie

As ugly as a teenage millionaire pretending it’s a whizz kid world You’ll take me aside, and say “Well, David, what shall I do? They wait for me in the hallway” I’ll say “don’t ask me, I don’t know any hallways” But they move in numbers and they’ve got me in a corner I feel…

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Marquee Moon Review

Since I’ve been going on about Television of late (especially having just seen them live) I thought I’d post Nick Kent‘s famous review from NME. I used to religiously take both the NME and Melody Maker each week and though I was more inclined to the now defunct MM, to NME‘s eternal credit Nick Kent…

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Television: new album

Despite rumours of some credence we’ve been waiting some eight years for the new Television album — don’t rush into it lads! To feed my addiction I was one of those who sent off for a cassette import of The Blow-Up (1982) if only to hear “Little Johnny Jewel”. We waited 14 years for album three (1992), not withstanding…


Postcard from Waterloo

From the genius that is Tom Verlaine. When asked how his own life should appear in a biography, Mr. Verlaine thought for a moment before offering his preferred self-deprecating epigram: “Struggling not to have a professional career.” NYT musicTelevisiontom verlainewaterloo


Kingdom Come

From the last great Bowie album, Scary Monsters and Super Creeps. This song written by the equally creative Tom Verlaine. Well I walked in the pouring rain And I heard a voice that cries “It’s all in vain” The voice of doom was shining in my room I just need one day somewhere far away…


Marquee Moon/Torn Curtain

I remember How the darkness doubled I recall Lightning struck itself. I was listening Listening to the rain I was hearing Hearing something else. Life in the hive puckered up my night, The kiss of death, the embrace of life. There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting, Hesitating… I ain’t waiting I spoke…