The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu aka The JAMS aka The Timelords aka KLF aka Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty were a band from the British acid house movement during the late 1980s and early 1990s.
Beginning in 1987, Bill Drummond (alias King Boy D) and Jimmy Cauty (alias Rockman Rock) released hip hop-inspired and sample-heavy records as The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu, and on one occasion (the British number one hit single “Doctorin’ the Tardis“) as The Timelords. As The KLF, Drummond and Cauty pioneered the genres “stadium house” (rave music with a pop-rock production and sampled crowd noise) and “ambient house”. The KLF released a series of international top-ten hits on their own KLF Communications record label, and became the biggest-selling singles act in the world for 1991. The duo also published a book, The Manual, and worked on a road movie called The White Room.
From the outset, they adopted the philosophy espoused by esoteric novels The Illuminatus! Trilogy, gaining notoriety for various anarchic situationist manifestations, including the defacement of billboard adverts, the posting of prominent cryptic advertisements in NME magazine and the mainstream press, and highly distinctive and unusual performances on Top of the Pops. Their most notorious performance was at the February 1992 BRIT Awards, where they fired machine gun blanks into the audience and dumped a dead sheep at the aftershow party. This performance announced The KLF’s departure from the music business, and in May 1992 the duo deleted their entire back catalog!
With The KLF’s profits, Drummond and Cauty established the K Foundation and sought to subvert the art world, staging an alternative art award for the worst artist of the year and burning one million pounds sterling. Although Drummond and Cauty remained true to their word of May 1992—the KLF Communications catalog remains deleted in the UK—they have released a small number of new tracks since then, as the K Foundation, The One World Orchestra and most recently, in 1997, as 2K.
Doctorin’ the Tardis – The Timelords – 1988
Justified and Ancient (Stand By The Jams) Featuring Tammy Wynette – The KLF - 1991
Got some spare time on your hands? Like staring at a computer screen for over 45 minutes when there’s not pornography on it? If the answer to one or both of these questions is yes, what’s wrong with you?
Well, now that we’ve established what a freak you are, I found this almost 47 minute video on current.com of awesome Icelandic pop band Sigur Rós performing at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. If somehow you’re not familiar with the band, it’s well past time to get to know them. Close that other browser window with the pornography in it, grab some popcorn or your snack of choice, and enjoy the Middle Earth stylings of Iceland’s coolest ethereal pop act.
Also, pick up their latest album Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust. It’s great. Just don’t ask me how to pronounce it.
One of the things I like about blogging here is the sheer randomness of it. I know some people disagree that this is how a music blog should operate, because they’ve told me. They would like a blog devoted only to new music, or indie music, or something else. I’m sure our regular readership would go up if we would just focus–if we always had the latest in goth music news, for example. (I’ve tried to make this the go-to spot for the latest in Snoop Doggbluegrassalbum news, but apparently that’s a little too focused.)
I can’t speak for our other writers, but that wouldn’t be any fun for me. Here we write about anything, so long as it can, in some form or fashion, be tied to music. I love writing for and visiting a site where I discuss Robert Mitchum’s musical career, Jason bitches about the current state of country music, Alex posts on an obscure (to Americans) Japanese band, Matt reminisces about Ned’s Atomic Dustbin, and Norman reviews the Dethklok show. I never know what I’m going to find when I check in here each day, and I think that’s great.
That lengthy introduction is my way of explaining this particular indulgence to readers old and new.
The opening day of football is special for me. Sometime in July, I become like a kid right after Thanksgiving, who knows Christmas isn’t too far away, but it still seems like forever. I start getting my fantasy draft together. I start jawboning with my friends about who is going to be up or down this year. I even watch some of those crappy pre-season games, at least the first quarter. I’m up for anything that even smells like football, all in anticipation of opening day.
This is because the beginning of a football season is filled with hopes and dreams–teams that were lousy last year can come roaring in and shock the world. Super Bowl champs can fall apart. My team could win a Super Bowl, or a national championship. You never know. Of course, those hopes and dreams are nearly always cruelly dashed over the course of the season. But on opening day they are alive, even if they are foolish.
And I am a huge Green Bay Packers fan. I doubt I’ve missed more than three or four games in the past five years, and all of those were because I was on an airplane, except for one I missed because I went to New Orleans to watch the Saints and visit a beloved haunt of mine post-Katrina.
The ugly split between Favre and the Packers has soured me a bit on the whole season. I’m still looking forward to it, but not with the same level of enthusiasm that I usually have. I’m now like the kid who loves Christmas and knows that the presents will still be there, but Mom and Dad are separated. Dad is going to show up, but we’re not quite a family anymore no matter how hard everyone tries to make it seem like we are. It will probably be sort of fun anyway, but not as special as it usually is.
And, as badly as management has handled it, the bulk of the blame for this lies with Favre.
Brett Favre put the Packers in a bad situation and the Packers handled it badly. Ted Thompson has demonstrated his ability to evaluate college talent (Justin Harrell is an asterisk) and manage the finances of the team. He is an awful, awful communicator and his ego, it seems, has badly affected his decisionmaking.
The roots of this entire dispute lie in Thompson’s unwillingness to indulge a need[y] star quarterback due, in my view, to Thompson’s eagerness to have a team shaped almost entirely in his image. So long as Brett Favre was the quarterback of the Packers, they were Favre’s team. If they went to the playoffs, it was because of a resurgent Brett Favre. If they won a Super Bowl, it was Favre’s Super Bowl. And on and on.
If Favre, as some suspected, was preparing to engage the Packers in a game of chicken, be it in an attempt to go where he wanted to go (Minnesota) or to get his old job back, this is what he should have done:
1. Not attend the scrimmage. (Perhaps he and Deanna could have stayed home and rented a DVD.)
2. Apologize to McCarthy and Thompson for having called them dishonest and assure his bosses he had overcome his ill feelings and was embracing a return to the organization under any terms.
3. To prove he totally was on board, show up for practice on Tuesday, wave to the adoring fans, meet with reporters afterward and tell them, “I just want a chance to compete for my job and help this team” – even if he believed the competition was going to be a sham.
4. Quietly push for a trade or his outright release and wait for the Packers, facing the prospect of a season-long quarterback controversy and a $12 million tab for a player they had hoped would stay retired, to blink first.
Alas, Favre couldn’t help himself. On Tuesday, while still in discussions with McCarthy about his future, he took a break to call Mortensen and confirm what many of us had suspected all along: Favre, despite another public statement to the contrary (“My intentions have always been to play for Green Bay,” Favre had told the Sun Herald of Gulfport, Miss., before returning on Sunday), was the one who wanted out.
Favre, who is my all-time favorite player and probably always will be despite this, has behaved like a petulant child, and last year’s Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year award no longer looks quite deserved. I’ll root for him as a Jet anyway.
The management that I had come to respect after last season’s phenomenal showing looks like it couldn’t manage a White Castle. No one is happy–not Favre, not Packers’ managment, not the NFL, and most important, not the incredibly faithful fans. Probably not even Aaron Rodgers, who will have his first start in the big leagues, after a long wait, tainted by this garbage. The Green Bay Packers are an enormously-loved franchise, and not just by Packers fans–they have a reputation for class, dignity, and sportsmanship. They have sullied that reputation, and it will take a long time to restore it.
All that said, if Aaron Rodgers comes in and lights it up, all will be forgiven. We sports fans are suckers like that, just like you are for that ex that you can’t quite get over.
What does the preceding have to do with music? Why, the Bears still suck, of course.
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