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&quot;Music&quot;" /><category term="Wooster Group" /><category term="The Corrections" /><category term="documentary" /><category term="killers" /><category term="Jonathan Franzen" /><category term="Interview" /><category term="Essays" /><category term="essay" /><category term="&quot;Music&quot;" /><category term="How To Be Alone" /><category term="&quot;Gram Parsons&quot; &quot;Evan Dando&quot; &quot;Joshua Tree&quot;" /><category term="Kathie Russo" /><category term="Brandon Flowers" /><category term="Johnny Cash; Marshall Grant; Tennessee Two" /><category term="We Need To Talk About Kevin" /><category term="Black Gold" /><category term="Pixies music punk" /><category term="performance" /><category term="coffee" /><category term="film" /><category term="monologue" /><category term="profile" /><category term="Josh T Pearson; Last Of The Country Gentlemen; album review" /><category term="Spalding Gray" /><title>Alternatives to Valium</title><subtitle type="html">Oh, what a place to be, stuck in the service of the bourgeoisie</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alternativestovalium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://alternativestovalium.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20895152/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kirk Elder</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/41/8318/640/Kirk%20Elder.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gyBpU" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/gybpu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGQHoyfip7ImA9WhRVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20895152.post-3108477530021290324</id><published>2012-01-17T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:13:41.496Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T16:13:41.496Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="performance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="profile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interview" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monologue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kathie Russo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wooster Group" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spalding Gray" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="essay" /><title>Myself-Help: The Mental Trials Of Spalding Gray</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alternativestovalium.blogspot.com/feeds/3108477530021290324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20895152&amp;postID=3108477530021290324" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20895152/posts/default/3108477530021290324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20895152/posts/default/3108477530021290324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gyBpU/~3/ZWC45-rW_7k/myself-help-mental-trials-of-spalding.html" title="Myself-Help: The Mental Trials Of Spalding Gray" /><author><name>Alastair McKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03652654491260441697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MU-oWYUt7kA/SzM1IyxXSgI/AAAAAAAABxA/W1bTW_gV0WY/S220/13781-pola.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zk3138tMh4/TxW0BQAa9dI/AAAAAAAAIMQ/OFD9Qxjyo3U/s72-c/spalding.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

When I met Spalding Gray on a winter’s day in 1993, he was contemplating suicide. He was pale and anxious, and he spoke in a whisper. He talked about his need to be in constant motion, and his sense that he was suffocating. “I couldn’t get my breath last night. I was freaked. I was panicked.”He was staying in James Bond room in a London hotel. His suite had a spiral staircase in the middle, 
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viewed in a little more than 10 minutes, I asked what motivated her. She was
happy – her short film Small Deaths had just won a prize at Cannes – and her
conversation was bright and full of hope.





Still, she didn’t take long to answer the question. She was
motivated by anger, she said.


"We approached it like 'Let's makea pop art 
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L-R: Marshall Grant, Luther Perkins, Johnny Cash
I was saddened to read of the death of Marshall Grant, who played bass with Johnny Cash in the Tennessee Two. Marshall's contribution to popular music has often been overlooked, but along with Johnny Cash and Luther Perkins, he invented the extraordinary "boom chicka boom" sound which provided the link between country music, gospel, and 
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In his teens, before reality set in, Gary Louris had a dream. "I used to picture myself being a frickin’ rock star. Even though I was incredibly shy, I felt like deep inside I had what it takes."Fate had different ideas and made 
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It’s true to say that Paul Simon’s huge contribution to pop hasn’t always been acknowledged. Yet, as a songwriter,Simon is as significant 
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Josh T Pearson, a photo by Herschell Hershey on Flickr.Josh T Pearson's album, Last of the Country Gentlemen is one of the best of the year. It's quiet, and ruminative, and sad. Some of the songs sound only half-formed, like they're dissolving into nothing as Pearson plays them. It's a tough record to listen to, and although I love it, I'd hesitate to recommend it to anyone else. You have to be 
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Big Star since Alex Chilton died in March. His sudden passing produced a flurry of tributes. Suddenly, just as it was too late, Chilton seemed to be everybody’s favourite. Now the group's bassist Andy Hummel has succumbed to cancer, the tributes are flowing again.
So what was it about Big Star? How can they be so many people’s favourite band, yet remain so obscure?
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Amadou &amp;amp; Mariam
Originally uploaded by Herschell HersheyThe Malinese musicians Amadou &amp;amp; Mariam are the latest recruits to IANSA’s campaign for a Gun-Free World Cup. Amadou &amp;amp; Mariam are on the bill of the historic World Cup concert on June 10, 2010, at the newly-renovated Orlando Stadium in Soweto, Johannesburg. Speaking in London, where Amadou &amp;amp; Mariam were launching their autobiography, Amadou
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Carl Barât
Originally uploaded by Herschell HersheyCarl Barât’s acting CV is, to be kind, brief. The former-Libertine
played a version of himself in the YouTube serial Svengali. And he was Gene Vincent in Telstar, Nick Moran’s 2009 Joe Meek biopic. “But Telstar,” says Barât, “was just like: walk on the set, say one line in a funny voice and walk 
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Rollermania
Originally uploaded by Herschell HersheyBanksy is a cunt. Banksy is a batty boy. Banksy is an art school middle class twat. Banksy is the Pop idol of those who gobble what is fed to them and put under their nose. 
Why? Because last weekend, the London-based, Bristol-bred street artist did a painting under the Camden Road bridge on the Regent’s Canal in North London, appropriating 
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Steve Wynn was familiar with REM before his band, Dream Syndicate joined them on the Reckoning tour in 1984. He had bonded with Peter Buck after a “wild, drunken night”, ending at 6am on a San Francisco beach, and established that they much in common. They were enthusiastic souls who talked quickly, and both were avid readers. More importantly, their taste in music was identical. “We liked Big 
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The Name of This Man Is
Originally uploaded by Herschell HersheyRecognising David Byrne was the easy bit. He was the guy in the checked shirt and matching shorts, looking as if he was on day release from Sesame Street. The outfit, he said, was an impulse buy. “Then it became one of those things where I wondered if I could ever wear it.” But he had. And, teamed with white sneakers, a white 
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In one of the stranger moments of the American presidential election campaign, a reporter from the Las Vegas Sun asked Barack Obama to name his favourite television programme. Without hesitation, he mentioned The Wire, which was understandable because, a) David Simon’s drama is almost monotonously described as the best television show ever and, b) it shows life in the blue-collar city of 
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