Wednesday, September 30, 2009
OK, not done one before so this is new ground to cover.
No particular reasons for these questions, just maybe some variations on what we have done before.
1) I am a big fan of what literature geeks call genre fiction. I love fantasy, science fiction, historical novels, detective stuff, so the first question is;
What is your favourite fiction genre and what book is the epitome of that style for you?
2) I think we have done musical guilty pleasures before, but it is always worth revisiting. Recently I bought Seals and Crofts Diamond Girl album, it was a fave of mine back in the mid '70s. What is your most recent gulity pleasure music purchase?
3) A food question. What is the earliest "exotic" thing you remember eating that was something completely outside of what you had at home?
4) I am a big fan of Marvel comics and my favourite character is Doctor Strange (hence the pic). Do you like comics and, if so, who is your fave character?
5) Last one. Have you ever wanted to be a character in a novel? If so, who and why?
Grandad gremlinfc playing an old role- any idea who the quotes are from?
1.“The greater our innocence, the greater our strength and the swifter our victory”
2.“Character is victory organized.”
3."One must start with the impossible in order to reach the possible."
4."The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses - behind the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights. "
5."The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph."
6."A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth glancing at".
7."If you don't stand for something , you will fall for anything".
And finally summat from a true philosafa...
"If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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I only managed to take one pic on my iphone on the shoot today, which is this one - a crap snap of the monitor.
what you won't see for a week or so, is people spinning on their heads, some freaky dancing, booty shaking, moonwalkin and all sorts of good stuff like that.
the artist is the dude in the middle. i had to get the leading lady to take her shoes off, to aid his ego...
Typical, isn't it? You wait ages for an Album Of The Week and then two come along at the same time. Sort of ...
This is yet another (relatively) obscure album from what is fast becoming known as the ToffeeBoy era. Before I got involved with this strange 'Spilly thing, it hadn't particularly occurred to me that so much of the music that I love dates from the 1980s but I can't deny that it does seem to be the case. Perhaps it's because I lived and breathed music during much of the decade, playing in bands and working for Our Price. Who knows?
Win were a short-lived band, formed out of the ashes of Postcard-era Scottish indie-popsters, The Fire Engines. Their first single was released in 1985 and they had disbanded by 1990 - if you blinked, you'd have missed them. The entire back catalogue consists of seven singles and two albums. That's all there is.
The album I'm sharing with the class today, is Win's 1987 debut, the strangely (pretentiously?) titled Uh! Tears Baby (A Trash Pop Icon).
It's not really typical of the sort of music I tend to like - it isn't full of jangly guitars, it's not at all fey or whimsical and it's far more dance-based and much, much funkier than you might expect from an old fogey like me. But what it does have is great tunes, soaring melodies, interesting lyrics and some inventive use of electronic keyboards/synthesizers. More than anything else, it sounds to me like a band having fun.
Some of you (I'm sure) won't like the production - there's almost certainly too much reverb for Chris's liking (whether we're talking spring reverb or otherwise will have to be left to Abahachi to judge) - and some of you may not like the (admittedly very '80s) vocals - and you know what? I don't care. This is an album that's been part of my life for twenty two years and I love it. And I just wanted to share ...
Super Popoid Groove
Binding Love Spell
Un-American Broadcasting (Ext)
Hollywood Baby Too
You've Got The Power
Charms Of Powerful Trouble
It May Be A Beautiful Sky Tonight But It's Only A Shelter For A World At Risk
Scots amongst us may remember this:
Monday, September 28, 2009
I was surprised to find that The Band had covered his Atlantic City, and I think they help me make my point. To be fair, Bruce's is from the deliberately sparse Nebraska, which I like more than many others. But the Band's take stays true to the song and album's organic roots, so its not like it needed a lot of gimmicking up or anything.)
My Dad and I had a complicated relationship, as some of us do. For those who also did, or do, I thought I'd share some Hank Williams Jr with you. (I have kids of my own now, and I may not be the best Dad in the world, but one thing I have not saddled them with is big footsteps lol).
Hank Jr, very briefly, collapsed under the weight of expectations and in later middle age made peace with his demons and dead father. Most of his songs are autobiographical, and brutal in their honesty at times.
The Conversation is from his A Tribute to My Father album.
Long Gone Lonesome Blues was one of several early Hank Jr songs to play on the word Lonesome. I wanted to post his 1969 hit Standing in the Shadows (of his father), but I don't have it.
There's A Tear In My Beer is a virtual duet by Hank and his dad.
A Whole Lot of Hank and Family Tradition speak for themselves.
UPDATE: Standing in the Shadows arrived by overnight post. Typically it's not very deep or poetic, but it's all on his sleeve.
And some say I imitate
Anymore I don't know
I'm just doing the best I can
After all I'm standing in the shadows
of a very famous man
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I was trying to put this in an RR folder - but I'm failing cos I'm so tied.
I really don't know anything about this - I picked it up because I liked the cover and was interested in the name... I'll put it up now, then Toffeeboy can add his smile inspired AOTW too... interested to hear the opinions on this.. Enjoy.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
" What's this frankly bizarre video all about, 'Spillers? What does it all mean? "
Blimpy recently was intigued enough about the St. Vincent video of Marrow to pose the above questions. It was the first time I'd come across Annie Clark. I thought - wow something special here, posted a reply saying as much - then set about a more thorough study. Time to put my Pseud Hat on.
I have to say again at the outset - she has an extraordinary sensibility, and extraordinary musical abilities to match. This is rare in music (or any other art - we could be talking painting here) - rarer than usual, but not bizarre or weird. She's doing all she can to give shape to the shape she's in. It's what we all have to deal with every day - it's just that with this particular degree of sensibility and level of musical accomplishment (she plays/engineers pretty much everything) it makes for a match you don't see that often.
What we're seeing and hearing is someone struggling to make sense of their life, their predicament. And it seems a battle, or at least a clash. This isn't easy listenin'. This isn't just the usual rub of life's rough edges catching against the smooth - the stuff you and I deal with. For her it seems that violence and calm have to be fixed in a kind of stasis, kept in a perfect balance. They are warring elements - elemental forces - that she keeps control of by means of balanced/opposed word pairings, and by sound colours/textures/intensities set off against eachother. It runs through all her songs, not just these lines:
Muscle connects to the bone
And the bone to the iron in the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron
Mouth connects to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and curses
Muscle is soft and flexible - bone is hard and rigid. Loves balance curses. She has a formidable intellect, that's clear : but is it too sharp/too critical? She wishes it were less hard-edged : that the toughness could go elsewhere and be more useful to keep her strong.
And in between it all, she's insisting on connections. So these aren't just simple statements of opposites - they're all joined up somehow in a body. We are where these antitheses live. Which for us, is generally in a state of uneasy accommodation. For her I suspect, they are locked in mortal combat. You think I exaggerate? You should listen to the long inexorable climax to Black Rainbow. Play it as loud as she plays it on stage, and you'd be shook. This is a slim stylishly-dressed young woman wrestling with her daemons.
Meanwhile what's happening onscreen? It's a road. A long straight road in the middle of nowhere? That, at my age, would seem to be a young person looking at life. My 'road dream' would be considerably shorter. And who's coming up behind? Is it a slow-crawling rapist, or a friendly local? And the blank-faced couple (with daughter as part of) is that a fan-belt problem or a family break-down?
These and other encounters along the way are all seen as either/both/neither threatening, then disturbing - then . . . unimportant. She turns her back on all of them. They still follow, because you can't erase the past, but they have lost, for the moment, all power over her. Or only as long as she keeps singing. Menace and comfort are present in all these little scenes: the family, the cop, the hoodies, the bike, the sheep. Ordinary in context - surreal out of.
And the shrine by the roadside? That starts and ends the video? You think I'd leave a little thing like the ephemeral inconsequentiality of religion out of it (simply because I'd almost completly forgotten about it, or thought it was going to be too tricky to explain? Please. C'm on! How many more question marks have I left? Uh - only five? Or four now? Oh shit . . . )
So I pretend there aren't ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers.
As a pretty ace guitarist she possibly finds it easier not to think of the strings that join up her body. Start anatomizing things, and you might not be able to put them back together. She's aware of the precarious framework that holds the whole show together.
And what's our protagonist doing all the while? No, she's not wiggling her butt-magnet (that'll be her next hip-hop deconstruct album) - she's utterly impassive and neutral. She's got it all under control. Like her album-cover photos.
Well, just. The dual-camera shift-effect tells me that all these people, all these scenarios still have possible other meanings, other outcomes. Nothing bad has happened - yet. Or it might depend on how you look at it.
Oh and the music? Well now . . . it's the usual disjunture of angelic choirs jousting with impossible instruments. No, I really mean impossible: these are bassoonophons and harpsifiddles that she crams into her 'stomp-box' for the stage. Generally it's almost atonal sludge that she pumps up out of the bilges with this pedal. Aurally glorious too. Those in the know will soon enough tell me that there are extraordinary chord or key shifts going on. I know it sounds like chaos - and I know it's not in the least. Meanwhile she keeps her voice-track pretty clear : she wants the words, beautifully enunciated, to get through, above all.
Can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing?
Help me, help me
Is this video bizarre? Is she mad?
Only the crazy think they're not. She's not and you'd know it too if you can be bothered to find the clip of her rehearsing that particularly blistering guitar section, and getting it right, and grinning with delight. (Rehearsal before South by SouthWest). But she knows too that people are haunted machines: the strings that twitch the bones, and the mind that pulls the strings. She knows she's got it bad - whatever it is that makes her her - but also that she's got the means to deal with it so we can see it, and thereby see her, more clearly. And all that might just make the whole trip more bearable, even joyful.
as DsD didn't get me a Grolsch.. I'll become a Lager Lout on my own......
the days of wine and roses just one of my favorite and my best tracks ever, crow barred into pole position.
Winners Lose a cover of one anti-folk to another...
Heavyweight Champion Of The World Barbryn reminded me of this with his post this week.. good timing.
Win Your Love a joyous noise
Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo silly but brilliant, I was going to do a whole BINGO list but resisted.
Windfall he gets too country for my taste some times, but lyrically some strangeness that I just enjoy.. this is a peach.
Took You Two Tears To Win My Heart over the top on many occasions - this is one of two songs from this album that fits the theme.
Hey, let's challenge... bet I win...
Grammy Winners a different version to the video posted bellow.
We Gonna Win oh yes we are
Bingo okay another bingo track.. I just wanna shout "house" .. obviously this is not house music!
Winners Take All what's it all about then?
Champion Sound don't think steen or EJD have beaten me to it..
Win Win Winwhat's it all about then too?
I read about this a while ago and have finally got round to tracking down some information about it. This is from the website of the bloke who made it:
"Between October 2008 and March 2009, I visited every record store in Manhattan and asked the employees for their favorite scream from recorded music. Side one of this record is a compilation of the screams; one from each song, edited together and arranged in the order they were submitted. Side two follows the same order as side one, but has ten second spaces between each of the audio tracks." Includes 18 x 24" poster w/ map and record store information, address/hours/website/phone etc.
Pictured on this site is the cover of the record, the poster (both sides), and all 74 of the participant questionnaires.
LP. Edition of 500. Includes fold-out map."
Here's an extract:
My Favourite Recorded Scream
So, what's yours?
Recently, I came across four unreleased My Bloody Valentine songs, presumably demos, dating from around the time of 'Isn't Anything' and 'Glider'. My guess is that 'Good For You' and the infamous 'Cowboy Song' date from the former, 'Kevin Song' and 'Bilinda Song' from the latter. It would be very hard to explain how excited I was to hear essentially an EP of new music from Kevin Shields, or how in awe of his music I am (not so much pre-'You Made Me Realise', but that's not the point here). Posting music that has leaked online is obviously dubious at best, but after enduring and suffering the wait and the silence from the man (people born the year 'Loveless' was released are now eligible to vote, to give you an idea), and with a promise of new music in December at All Tomorrow's Parties (we'll see), it's too good and happy-making to ignore, or not to share, and I know I'll buy it if it ever gets a formal release. I'd love to hear a finished version of 'Bilinda Song', my favourite of the four.
I've added a few other rarities, the instrumentals that came on a 7" with initial copies of 'Isn't Anything', 'Sugar', which was only released on a flexidisc with a French magazine, the two post-'Loveless' cover versions (including the Wire cover I've nommed every chance I got), the full version of 'Glider', and, as an extra, the best of the pieces Kevin Shields wrote for the dance company La La La Human Steps, which is only available in bootleg versions, hence the strange intro on the version included here (the real piece, which I think is the best thing he's done in between MBV then-and-now, starts about 40 seconds in). I've also included a brief video, with terrible sound, of the performance to this piece, which looks amazing, and a fan video for the first track released post-MBV.
I'm still trying to figure out the whole Dropbox thing, so if these files are too large, or there's some other problem, please let me know. Hope you like.
Good For You
We Have All The Time In The World
Map Reference 41°N 93°W
Friday, September 25, 2009
Riddles Wisely Expounded
Eyes on the Prize
Paths of Victory
Desmond Dekkar Came First
All You Fascists
Joe DiMaggio Done it Again
Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove it
I Am Somebody
Jurass Finish First
I have an idea for an Album Of The Week which has a nice tie-in with this week's theme - so unless someone who hasn't already done one would like to share something with the class, I'd like to place my towel on the 'Spill deckchair. OK?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Zissou has been found living on a large traffic island in the middle of the A23 at Thornton Heath Pond. She's fat and glossy and apparently been eating scraps thrown at her from all the local takeaways. She arrived home half an hour ago c/o the Cats Protection League who trapped her and kept her overnight. Not taking very kindly to Zebedee yet, so she's shut in my bedroom with her own food and temporary litter tray. Zebedee, who has not long left his family of six (mother, grandmother, two siblings, and an uncle) is simply curious.
Just how many lives must she have got through there, I dread to think.
In response to Shoey's request, here's some thrown together (non-musical) EOTWQs:
1. First of all, to connect to the picture, what's the strangest item of clothing you've ever worn?
2. I've decided to do this at almost two in the morning, because I'm on work admin avoidance again. I do love my job, but the paperwork is a pain in the arse. Which part of your job is (a) the worst? (b) the best?
3. After a comment made by Darcey at teatime to night, I'd like to know what's the most disgusting food you've ever made yourself eat, just to be polite?
4. Hmmm. I've already had to delete two completely unnecessary uses of the word 'basically' from this post. Which word or phrase do you grossly overuse?
5. It's my round: what are you having?
And an extra techie question: As Boxstr seems to have gone for good, I wondered how you were all still posting mp3s? [A Mr. S.Gazer of Florida has provided the answer.]
Dance The Night Away
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Well, i've been away wi' t' fairies for a while - Summer's gone and it got me thinking baht time i took lead role in a tear-jerker - won't go into too much detail , as it still makes me beal nah but I hope tha can get yon fillum's name and me co-star. Still got these kecks too...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Since people have said nice things about the song I Dropped in the Box the other day, I thought I’d share some more.
Unlike certain other ’Spillers, my musical career never really got as far as the starting blocks. The story goes like this. I recorded a demo when I was 18, which I sent off to half a dozen record companies. One of those was Jeepster Records, then home to Belle & Sebastian and no one else. Their manager, Mark Jones, phoned up to say how much he liked it, and that he wanted to meet me.
Unfortunately, I’d just gone to Australia for six months on a slightly pointless gap year. I did meet him when I got back – on the guest list at a sold-out B&S gig, I’ll have you know – but by that time he’d signed a band called Snow Patrol. (Feel free to imagine a parallel universe for a moment… I have, many times.) I went off to university. And that’s about it. A couple of cheaply self-financed recordings, sent half-heartedly to the odd record company. Very occasional gigs in bars. Two excellent reviews in the unsigned bands section of the Salisbury Journal. But if I’m honest, I’m too much of a dilettante to pursue a career in the music industry. That, and I never met the right band.
One of these days, I’m going to buy some decent software, record a load of songs, put them online and become a word-of-mouth sensation (right after I’ve finished my novel...). In the meantime, here’s a few tunes I do have. The first four were recorded in someone’s basement studio in 1998(?). The other four I recorded myself the following summer, then got someone to remaster. There are some bum notes, and my voice can drift excruciatingly into the mid-Atlantic at times. But hey, hope you like them. Any comments/recording contracts gratefully received.
Justine Sees The Sun Go Down
Fake The Ecstatic Again
Song In October
After Lucy Died
Land of Cockaigne
Snatch At The Sun
As we haven't had an AOTW for a while, I'll throw this up. On Factory Records from 1982, those white boys on funk: A Certain Ratio. If you don't like the tunes you can always enjoy the pretty sleeve. The reissued cd came with the Waterline 12" B side from 1981 "Funaezekea" & a remix from a later 12" that doesn't quite fit the sound of this album (& goes on way too long); So I've substituted the original "Waterline" A side. It's all fermenting in the box for your listening pleasure.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I found it!!
A while ago I asked if anyone could think of a hip-hop track which used a sample from Cannonball Adderley's Walk Tall.. this was it- Arrested Development's Kneelin' at my altar. I just love the loop on this.
No thanks to The Breaks, which had the sample confusingly listed as Joe Zawinul's "Baby, that's what I need", which was the Esther Marrow vocal version.
Here's the Adderley original, with a great intro by Jesse Jackson..
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Okay.. haven't done this for a while so hope it works..
none of these are deeply personal, because all my exes love me still and as friends I never have issues with the f**king NUT NUTS that I courted...
"If I'd met you sooner, you may have met me saner"
as Beber & Tamra sound tracked my youth...
ENJOY.. if that's the right term.
no smashing plates....
There Is No Good Way To Say I'm Leaving You
Don't Love You
Don't Be Angry
We Love You
Shut Up And Let Me Go (Left/Right Remix)
In Bed With Your Best Friend
It's Winter & You Don't Love Me Anymore
Travelling On (Beber's Two Part Remix)
this isn't serious.. but we all need some DJ Format to make it all right.
Separated At Birth
You Need Satan More Than He Needs You
and the last track is for japanther (musically.. I'm not inferring you're a satan loving dark night)
...would have posted this one in the iPod Shuffle post, as it came up first when I switched my laptop iTunes on, but, well, it's a great song, and a fine video...
ps. he's from Belgium, he's been in Evil Superstars/Millionaire/Eagles of Death Metal
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Well, I had been planning to leave my favourite band of all time till last – this (as far as any sort of forethought has gone into this foolhardy scheme of mine) was supposed to be the twelfth task. But in the last few weeks, the world has changed. And it’s been changed by music. It’s been changed by the release of Prefab Sprout’s new (or rather, old) album, Let’s Change The World With Music.
And now, I can’t concentrate on anything else but Prefab Sprout and all the associated works of Paddy McAloon. I’ve been revisiting old albums, listening to obscure B-sides, downloading live concerts from 2000 (OK, only one of those) and listening to the new album more times than is good for my health and my relationship. I've also spent a lot of time on a Prefab Sprout forum - which has been interesting, but I have to confess that I feel slightly guilty about this - almost like I've been 'playing away'. Anyway the point is that I can’t get the Sprouts out of my head and when tincanman asked us to set our iTunes to full-on shuffle mode, it was almost inevitable that a Prefab Sprout track would come up first – as indeed it did.
I know that when it comes to loving Prefab Sprout, I’m not alone in these parts (hi there frogprincess, sourpus, fuel, BalearicBeat, TonNL) but I also know that there are some of you out there who still need to be convinced of the genius of McAloon. So I present for your listening pleasure, eleven tracks covering the whole twenty seven years that Paddy’s been creating his wonderful music.
Here are some rules for making comments on this thread:
- you are allowed not to like his voice
- you can say that the music isn’t quite to your taste
- you can comment in a vaguely negative way about the production values
- you MUST agree that the man is a lyrical genius
- you HAVE TO acknowledge that the chord structures and melodic shifts are the hallmarks of a top-notch songwriter
- you MUST accept that Prefab Sprout are a truly significant pop act
Right. OK. If you buy just one Prefab Sprout album it should be Steve McQueen. If you just listen to one track, make it Nightingales.
Here’s the music:
Lions In My Own Garden (Exit Someone)
The Devil Has All The Best Tunes
Moving The River
The Wedding March
Love Will Find Someone For You
Earth, The Story So Far
Hear are some links:
Sproutnet - the unofficial Prefab Sprout website
A fan site with an excellent discography
A fantastic Prefab Sprout blog
Friday, September 18, 2009
I think I may have used this picture before, but if I have I'm sure you won't mind seeing it again. It was very unusual for poor families in the past to have a photo like this taken - in this case, it is 1896 and the two elder sons of the family have joined the army (because there wasn't enough to feed them all) and are about to set off for the North-West Frontier. They had the photo taken in case one or both didn't come back.
Both of them did, though, I'm pleased to say, since these are my ancestors - my grandfather, William Murray Taylor, is on the left.
Banks Of The Nile - Sandy Denny
Leavin' Nancy - Eric Bogle
Van Diemen's Land - Shirley Collins and the Albion Country Band
An Empty Cup (A Broken Date) - Buddy Holly and the Crickets
The Blue Cockade - Show Of Hands
For Lovin' Me - Peter, Paul & Mary
Bogie's Bonnie Belle - Richard Thompson
Think It Over One Time - Robert Earl Keen
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul and Mary, has died of leukaemia at the age of 72.
People tended to be a bit sniffy about PP&M, thinking of them as a manufactured group (apparently the brief was for a handsome one, a funny one and a woman) or as protest-lite. I'd forgotten how much I used to like them before I saw the concert broadcast on BBC4 as part of the Folk America season. I especially liked her, not only for her gorgeous voice, but for the way she stood, with her fists clenched and flicking back her hair. She was in one of the documentaries in Folk America too, so we could see something was wrong as she was wearing an oxygen line...apparently she'd been ill for some time.
Anyway, a few of their tunes have been wafted my way by my iPod in the past few days...maybe those 'Spillers who don't like Dylan's voice will go for the PPM version of When The Ship Comes In.
If I Had A Hammer
When The Ship Comes In
Where Have All The Flowers Gone
There have been a number of posts on people's "cheese", their feel-good, slightly guilty listening pleasures. With me it's never been pop music, but a cd arrival today made me realize what the Nilpferd fromage equivalent could be- funky, brassy big band jazz.
Here's a 1963 Grammy winning recording of Watermelon Man by the Woody Herman big band, arranged by Nat Pierce. I especially love the deep bottom end to this arrangement, anchored by the trombones and baritone sax, along with the call and response playing of the saxes against the brass, and the on-fire rhythm section. OK, I basically love everything about it.
Recordings of funk based material by the great sixties big bands were born out of necessity, as it became increasingly harder to sell swing and hard-bop based records, but I don't consider it a sellout, rather a match made in heaven.
These types of tracks- Count Basie's Hang on Sloopy is another great example- appeal to me on two levels- on the one hand there's the sheer, technical beauty in such machine-tooled playing when a 18-odd piece band gets its chops around something this funky, on the other hand I just love the sound of it at a gut level.
Excuse me now while I do the funky nod.
I'm back and I've been loving these 3 songs:
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I Felt Stupid
Few Russian acts (my beloved Tatu aside) have made much of an impact over here but Kino, and the cult of lead singer Viktor Tsoi, have a strange habit of cropping up in fashionable magazines nearly twenty years after their demise. Formed in the early eighties, their rise to prominence mirrored the collapse of the Union's Communist infrastructure - burning brightest as Perestroika loomed and a generation turned increasingly towards the counter-cultural underground to cement an identity independent from state orthodoxy. Although influenced by Depeche Mode, The Smiths, Joy Division and, improbably, Duran Duran, Kino were always far more than a Soviet copy of prevailing Western trends, drawing heavily on the poetic legacy of Russian bardic singers.
In the grand tradition of doomed youth icons, Tsoi was killed in a road accident in Riga in 1990. His impact was such that state newspaper Komsomolskaya Pravda was moved to say:
"Tsoi means more to the young people of our nation than any politician, celebrity or writer. This is because Tsoi never lied and never sold out. He was and remains himself. It's impossible not to believe him... Tsoi is the only rocker who has no difference between his image and his real life, he lived the way he sang... Tsoi is the last hero of rock."
Walk the streets of any Russian city today and there's a fair chance you'll come across the words "Tsoi lives!" scrawled on the walls.