Thursday, June 12, 2008

YEAH, I SAID IT: CHRIS ROCK MAKES NO APOLOGIES IN DURBAN



Across the street from the Hilton Hotel, the ICC is a formidable place. From the outside, it looks like a massive wall of lights – the reason for load-shedding, moth Mecca, the City of Light. Inside, the massive gilded hall looked more like an air-hangar scattered with 1000s of fancy plastic chairs, custom-designed for heavy laughter – like rubberised, earthquake-friendly buildings in Taiwan. And that little rubber joint, between the base and backrest, was for a reason. In May, Chris Rock broke the Guinness World Record for the highest attendance at a UK comedy show when he played to 15,000 fans at London's O2 Arena. Time Magazine calls him, “The funniest man in America.” And, when he finally walked, no, strutted out in Durban, you knew you were in the presence of standup comedy royalty.

First up though was Mario Joyner, Rock's comedy fluffer, or as he put it to the streamloads of people pouring in through the side and rear entrances for most of his warmup show, “Don't worry. That's why they send me out here. So people can find their seats before the real show starts.”

Joyner is a longtime Chris Rock friend and collaborator, most famous for his cameos on Everybody Hates Chris and Seinfeld. At first, I thought he was going to be just some dude they sent out to make Rock sound even funnier. But, flick-flacking across trivial, mundane, irritates-the-shit-out-of-everybody gags – like a blacker, more sober version of Mitch Hedberg – Joyner was hysterical;

“These days you can get laser eye surgery. LASER, IN YOUR EYE! But prostate exam – finger in the ass. A finger isn't even an instrument. It's what you use when you don't have an instrument. Is nobody working on any advancements in this area?”

“I hate having to run around to try and trap a weak signal. And the phone companies try and make you feel like it's your fault. 'Hang on, I'm getting a bad signal.' No you're not, they're sending you a bad signal. What the hell is a bad area? If I'm in an area, and I have a phone, that's a good area to make a call in.”

“What's up with the mute button on phones? That must have been a great day for the mutes, when they all got together, marched down to the phone company, and told them their demands. I know mute people are handicapped and stuff. And you're not supposed to make fun of them. But I told that joke to a bunch of mute people, and they didn't say anything.”

Joyner's bit was short, fresh, and to the point. And, with jokes like, “I'm 46-years old. And I'm dating a woman half my age. You've got to try dating a person half your age. But wait till you're older. Or it's kind of illegal,” “It's only a mid-life crisis if you can't pull it off,” and “I live by myself, living alone sounds bad,” you know that he's living one of those enviable Henry Rollins, Russell Peters, eternally single, travel-the-world lives that society frowns upon; “People always ask me, why aren't you married? BECAUSE I WANNA STAY HAPPY! Married people are so devious. They just wanna try and trick you into joining their miserable little club.”

His act only lasted fifteen minutes, but he's a comic I'm definitely going to be researching; “Gotta watch the time. Chris don't like it when you go over. He'll dock yah.”


Click here to watch Mario ripping Steven Segal a new one

“PUSSY COSTS MONEY. BUT DICK'S FOR FREE”

Click here to watch Rock's classic "Niggas VS Black People" bit
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The lights went out. A giant green money backdrop appeared, with a crest-looking CR logo. Rap music started blaring around the hall. And suddenly, pint-sized comedy legend Chris Rock was onstage. Buck toothed, nasal, and OH-ffensive as hell.

Rock started out joking about meeting Nelson Mandela, “It was an honour being around Mr. Mandela, but we don't really have a lot in common. He's 79 (89), I'm 41. He spent 27 years in prison, I worked at a Red Lobster for four months. I didn't know what the fuck to say to him. 'So, have you got that new iPhone?'”

One of his funniest bits was the American elections; “Barack Obama! That's about the blackest name I ever heard. Second only to Dikembe Mutombo (Congolese-born American basketball player). When you hear Barack Obama, you picture a brother holding a spear, standing over a dead lion and shit.”

Dipping into the black versus white jokes he's most famous for, Rock added, “Barack has one handicap to overcome that none of the other candidates have. He's got a black wife. Now I think a black woman could be president all she wants, but she can't be no first lady. A black woman cannot be in the background of any relationship – 'You won? Don't you mean we won'. If Barack wants to win. He's gonna have to get himself a white girl. Look what it did for Tiger Woods.” At that point, the black woman next to me shouted, “Look what it did for Tokyo (Sexwale).”

Rock continued to discuss the intricacies of the black-man-wanting-a-white-woman, black-women- hating-black-men-that-prefer-white-women debate; “A black man likes a big white girl. Any black man will dropkick Keira Knightley to the curb to get to Rosie O'Donnel.”

Another classic downtrodden-black people joke he told was about his own neighbourhood; “My house costs millions of dollars – don't hate the player, hate the game – but in my whole neighbourhood, there are only four black people; Me, Denzel Washington, Mary J. Blige, and Jay-Z. Do you know what my white neighbour does? He's a dentist. And he aint even the world's best dentist. He's just a regular, yank-your-tooth-out dentist. Another example of how the black man has to fly, to get to where the white man has to walk to.”

Rock continued to offend as many people as he could for an hour and a half, finally ending with these “pearls” of wisdom; “I remember the first time a woman sucked the cum out of my dick and swallowed it. It was amazing. Now, half the people in here are disgusted. The other half are in loving relationships. Spitters are quitters. Remember that, SPITTERS ARE QUITTERS. I'm outta here.”

Rock's show was a little shorter than I'd expected. And his South Africa references were limited to talking about how many goals Shaun Pollock scored? (I was sure he was going to talk about Xenophobia). But Chris Rock is one funny little whiny bastard. The crown prince of stylish comedians. And, a great way to spend a Tuesday night. If you can, and you can afford it, make sure you see him in action.

Interestingly, in an interview with news website CTV.ca, Rock said that he didn't consider the Xenophobic attacks black on black violence. Instead, he calls them “broke on broke violence. It's poor people robbing each other.”

A FEW MORE CHRIS ROCK CLASSICS FROM DURBAN:


“I wanna do a good show. 'Cos I don't want the authorities to come and take my kids away. Did you see what they did to Britney Spears? They just took her kids. And gave them to her broke ass husband. And I realised, they take white kids away a lot quicker. Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown, they kept the kids. Shit, even OJ Simpson kept the kids, and he MURDERED the mother! I saw OJ on TV talking about how hard it is to be a single parent. But OJ, you killed the mother!”

“Is America ready for a black president? Is America ready for a woman president? We should be, we just had a retarded one.”

When discussing 71-year-old American presidential candidate John McCain, “He's so old he used to own Sidney Poitier”.

“Hillary Clinton is so forgiving, even Jesus is like, 'Shit, you're forgiving. I talk the talk, but you walk the walk.”

“Do you know how big your ego has to be to run for president? Do you know how much Puff Daddy juice you have to drink. Do you know how many Kanye injections you need to take? Imagine you're walking out of a KFC, and your friend turns to you and says 'You know who should run everything? Me!'”

“Part of me even hates my own kids. The rich brats. I grew up dirt poor”.

TRUST NO-ONE: THE NATURE OF THE PRODUCT PLACEMENT BEAST



When Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) is finally freed from the torture of his Afghani desert prison cell, in the recent Iron Man film, he turns around and, in his most patriotic voice, says, “Get me an American cheese burger!” In the next scene, on his way into a press conference, Stark is handed a Burger King bag, the logo carefully turned to face outwards, and friend-turned-villain Obadiah Stane (Jeff Bridges) says, “You had to stop at Burger King” – just to make sure he drives the point home, and gets paid. Watching, I nearly puked up my trailer-eaten popcorn and the handful of (unnamed chocolate brand) I was busy shoveling.

Another recent, otherwise-quality film tainted by the sins of the greedy is J.J Abrams' epic new horror adventure Cloverfield. The handheld first person camera technique really sucks you in. You trust its immediacy. The film becomes a high budget, thrill-a-minute, emotional roller-coaster. That's why the scenes in the subway, with the Nokia poster backdrop, and the shots of one of the protagonists, post-invasion, propped up against a subway wall, Mountain Dew logo clearly visible to the top right, seem even more offensive than your usual Will Smith product endorsement affair. Later on, the main character, Hud, drops the camera on the floor just long enough for a pair of swooshes to be clearly visible. “Those are cool shoes,” a friend of mine said.

Now I don't know about you, but I don't want to be this skeptical, integrity-questioning cynic that these movies have made me become. I just want to be able to watch a movie, switch off, and trust in the magic of entertainment. Why can't they just tell a story without selling every square inch of space to the highest bidder?

Imagine your mum or dad's reading you a bedtime story; “The prince, wearing his Nike Air Force 1s, climbed the Black & Decker ladder up the Dulux-painted, Coca Cola castle wall. He was on his way to save Princess Revlon from the Iron Fist of The McDonalds dragon. Tired, he paused and sipped the Red Bull Merlin had given him earlier. Then, he reached into his pocket, grabbed his Nokia N73, and checked his messages. Nothing. Time, according to his Tag Heuer Grand Carrera, to go...” It just wouldn't work, would it? 'Cos, how the hell are you supposed to escape reality during a commercial break? What's next, paid-for advertising in our dreams?


But product placement is nothing new. It's just becoming more blatant and common practice, as advertisers search for new and more inventive portholes into our brains. But for some reason, in the old Back to the Future, ET days, product placement just didn't carry the same kind of soul-crushing stigma. I guess back then, our brains were just wired differently, the world hadn't gone consumer mad, nobody had sales rabies. We could tolerate the fact that ET's favourite chocolate was Reese's Pieces, or that Marty McFly wore Nikes, got called Calvin Klein, and drove a De Lorean. Shit, De Lorean even went broke after the movie. Maybe we just hadn't been subjected to it enough to build up an immunity.

In the 1992 comedy Wayne's World, Wayne (Mike Meyers) and Garth (Dana Carvey) go all out making fun of product placement and sponsor obligations; “Contract or no, I will not bow to any sponsor,” says Wayne, holding up a slice of pizza and lifting the lid of a Pizza Hut box. “I'm sorry you feel that way, but basically, it's the nature of the beast,” replies TV executive Benjamin Kane (Rob Lowe). “Maybe I'm wrong on this one, but for me, the beast doesn't involve selling out,” says Wayne, this time holding up a bag of Doritos. “It's, like, people only do things because they get paid. And that's just really sad,” adds Garth, dressed head to toe in Reebok. Funny then, but depressing now, when you consider the product placement crimes committed by Mike Meyers' more modern comedy persona, Austin “Mini Cooper/AOL” Powers.


Click to watch the classic Wayne's World scene
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One of the most successful product placements of all time is the Z3 Roadster deal BMW struck with Golden Eye and James Bond, in 1995. Golden Eye was the first of a lucrative “three picture deal” BMW signed with the film franchise. Needless to say, a world of mid-life crisis Bond fans went out and bought Z3s. Even more sickeningly, Golden Eye was also the first Bond film where Bond wasn't wearing a Rolex – Omega had a better deal this time.

These days, if you see a logo in a movie, the company paid for it to be there. And as far as movies laced-with-advertising movies go, 2004's I, Robot is the pinnacle of excess. Nothing detective Del Spooner (Will Smith) does comes without a contract and a paycheck; he listens to music on a JVC CD player, drives an Audi, and gets his mail from FedEx. Remember that scene when he goes on and on about his pair of Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars? Disgustingly, Smith even holds them up and says, “Converse, vintage 2004,” like it's an actual Converse advert. Why the hell is this guy trying to sell me sneakers when he should be out there trying to catch bad robots? And, surprise surprise, you can order I, Robot edition, Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars online – what a sinister world we live in.



In the 2004 Wesley Snipes horror Blade: Trinity, there's a ridiculous scene near the beginning, where Abigail Whistler (Jessica Biel), basically, gives us an iPod/iTunes/iStore presentation. Abigail talks about the thrills of killing vampires to a soundtrack, downloads music from the iStore, and puts together a killer playlist for her next sharp-toothed encounter. In 1993, Demolition Man was pretty much sponsored by Taco Bell (Pizza Hut if you live outside the US). In 2000, Tom Hanks hung out with nothing but FedEx bags and a Wilson volleyball when he was cast away on that island. And then there's Spider Man, shooting webs at Dr. Pepper cans and landing on logo-perfectly-visible Carlsberg trucks.

For me, thinly-veiled attempts like these to sell me something, while I'm trying to mellow out, unplug from reality, and enjoy a bit of light entertainment, ruin a movie and taint its authenticity. Actors like Will Smith and Tom Hanks become brand ambassadors first, and entertainers second. It's what we in the trade call advertorial. It's not advertising. It's not editorial. Instead, it's a satanic mismatch of both, fueled by innovative, 21st Century door-to-door salesmen, looking for new and more direct ways into your brain. And I haven't even mentioned product placement in video games. But gamers know it's a market that has been bitten, and it's just a matter of time before the rabies start showing symptoms. Trust no-one out there.


Iron Man, according to Burger King:





Burger King's new Indiana Jones range:


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

aKING Bring Cape Town to Durban: They Even Brought the Rain.




I didn't know The Pointer Sisters were in town. Do aKING have triangular shaped toes? Were they playing the roles of cultural ambassadors of Cape Town? Or do they just have a new shoe sponsorship? I'm going with triangle toes, that's way more impressive.

Society, in trendy Florida Road, is not the kind of place that'll turn a blind eye and a smile to a bit of puke and a few broken bottles. It's a high class establishment. Pink shirts, heeled shoes, and frequent "trips" to the bathroom. The Cape Town Embassy Building in Durban, if you will. And as such, it's the new venue of choice for out of town, “high brow” bands like Lark, The Dirty Skirts, Desmond and the Tutus, and now, aKING.

I can see why they like it. It must feel like home away from home for them. But by playing at Society, aKING completely bypassed the entire Durban music scene. The people that pay to watch bands, every weekend. To them, aKING aren't even on the map yet. Which is shame, because they're a great new band, that's well worth seeing.

I'd heard some negative feedback about aKING's Ramfest show. Then again, that was from people that weren't even there. But from the first few chords of “Decomposing Lullaby”, to the sombre mellowness of “Shine Your Light”, aKING were confident, tight, and elegantly rock 'n roll.

aKING are a much more controlled live act than the reckless abandon of a Fokofpolisiekar show. But if you look closely, beneath all the refined composure and structured thoughtfulness, they're giving it their all, hearts on their sleeves, even though the circulation in their toes must have been getting cut off.

The sound was great. Live, aKING sound as good, if not better, than their album. And it was a cool Tuesday night in Durban. The kind that makes you think it's the weekend, when the week's only just begun.


Click here to watch the video for "Safe As Houses"


Click here to watch the music video for "The Dance"


Click to visit aking.co.za


Thursday, February 28, 2008

Ex Black Flag Legend Henry Rollins Lets Loose...



Photo by Anton Corbijn Corbijn.co.uk

"I’m not really proud of anything I’ve done. It’s not a thing I understand really."

An Interview With Henry Rollins:

Henry Rollins is an anarchist role model. He's a loner, a manic consumer of information that hardly ever sleeps, and hangs out with his room-mate; a pet snake. He's also addicted to travelling, “travelling should be a law”. He just picks a destination and goes. Travelling to places like Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, and Lebanon. If it's on the news and looking dangerous, chances are, Henry's booking a flight. Recently, he was in the country for two shows in Jo'burg and Cape Town. The Cape Town show was filmed for a DVD/movie.

So, obvious question first. How did a Henry Rollins South African tour materialise? Is it something that you've always wanted to do and pursued yourself, or did the opportunity just kind of fall into your lap?

It came up a couple of times but was never confirmed. I was always interested in going. I am happy to go anywhere for a show. And so finally, it worked out and I am very glad about it.

Have you been brushing up on any South African issues, in the time leading up to the tour?

The Separate Amenities Act, that was a great one! How about the Group Areas Act? That was AWESOME!!! Old favourites of South Africa? Pal, if I were you, I would distance myself from your country’s immediate past with as much speed as possible.

How closely have you been following, or how familiar are you with major South African issues like AIDS, unemployment, rape, murder, and crime in general? How much coverage do these issues get by the American media?

Sounds like Arkansas to me. We have all that stuff as well as fake wars that bleed money and resources, massive trade debt to China and Saudi Arabia, a disintegrating middle class, an evaporating dollar, a healthcare crisis, and a declining literacy rate. As far as coverage, not much really. But I don’t watch television news much anymore. At this point, America seems to be only concerned with America. Which is too bad I think.

How much attention do you pay to the rest of Africa? Like what's going on in Kenya? Or do you mainly focus your attention in and around The United States?

For the last few years, most of my reading time and attention has been on America, Iraq, Bush, oil, Iran, Syria, terrorism and things like that.

Are you fans of celebs like Bono, Angelina Jolie, and Bob Geldof? How much of a difference do you think people like these make?

I think they are all sincere and dedicated and perhaps shed light on these issues that should be of great concern to all. But in the end, there doesn’t seem to be much happening, that is to say, there are still these ongoing problems. I do think those people get a lot done though.

From all accounts, you seem like a huge fan of music, a connoisseur, a music collector. Were you a fan of South African reggae star Lucky Dube?

I have heard of him but didn’t know he was South African. Most of the Reggae stuff I have is dub stuff and a few other artists; Scientist, Perry, King Tubby, Tenor Saw, Dillinger, people like that. There’s a lot of good albums on the Blood & Fire label I like but for the most part, I don’t know a great deal about that kind of music. But I’m working on it and have a very good teacher. It’s too bad he’s dead.

Do you ever get tired of talking about punk rock, Black Flag, State of Alert, and the influence of it all? Or can you never be asked enough questions about your punk-rock/hardcore past?

It’s part of my life so I get asked about it and do the best I can to answer clearly. I don’t mind, but I really don’t like talking about the past all the time. I try to hang in there.

Just in case, here's a few more. What attracted you to Black Flag, back in 1981, before you joined the band? What was it that appealed to you so strongly?

I thought they were a great band. I thought the lyrics were brilliant and Ginn’s guitar playing was one of a kind. I still think that way.


Greg Ginn

Was quitting your job as manager of Häagen-Dazs, selling your car, and moving to LA to join the band ever something you agonised over? Or was it, “Hell yeah!” all the way?

It was a decision I made very quickly. I saw what I could do at my job and knew it was a dead end and so it made a great deal of sense to take a chance with the music. There are minimum wage jobs all over the place.

Can you remember what you did straight after you got your Black Flag logo tattoo?

I walked back to the house we were camping out at in Hollywood.


Black Flag's logo.

Back then, as a member of Black Flag, you had people on your case the whole time. You had parents showing up when you rolled into town, mayors and religious groups trying to shut down your shows. Was that a rush, or just a complete nuisance?

We just wanted to play the music so anything that happened was annoying. We were a serious band that wanted to work hard.

Did the protesters ever get violent?

Not in my memory.

Why do you think people don't react the same way, on the whole, these days? Is it from a dumbing down and dilution of the music and the message, the desensitisation of the modern world through modern media, alienation? Or does nobody give a shit anymore?

I think culture absorbs things like music and art and they are less impacting after awhile. I am sure there were people who thought the world was going to come to an end when Elvis arrived.

Black Flag had a lot to do with aggression, angst and physical violence. How much of it was you working through your own personal demons?

As far as the violence, it was around a lot but as far as fights, I was always reactive, I didn’t instigate anything. I worked things out by writing and performing, that kind of thing. It was the perfect enviornment to shake rattle and roll in though.

Looking back now, how do you feel about the intensity and the violence of the shows?

It was real. It was that time. It isn’t anything you feel really, it’s just a fact. I don’t feel any particular way about tomorrow being Tuesday. I think music and youth culture was changing and in that came some growing pains, turbulence and chaos.

Do you ever wish you could change things, or go back and offer young, angry and poor Henry Rollins some advice?

Sure. “You should have killed the motherfucker.”


Henry Rollins, Black Flag. Photo by John C Burley

When campaigning for causes like women's and gay rights, do detractors ever bring up incidences of violence from your past, to count against you?

I’ve never been violent against gays or women. I don’t really campaign for anything as much as question why anyone would care that two gay people want to get married. What’s it to you? Get a life. That kind of hatred is so incredibly stupid. I have nothing to do with the issue. The issue is the issue and there’s nothing in my past that changes the issue.

In an interview with The Modern World you said, “Well, you see this guy’s take on women. You can’t justify misogyny on any level, but you can go; well, you know, things were a little different then.” Do you think the same kind of logic could apply to any Black Flag songs?

You write what you feel at the time from what you see and experience. If your reality changes, then perhaps something you thought back then doesn’t work now. It’s what happens when one grows and accrues more experiences.


Have you ever thought about getting into politics?

No.

The Chase was your first movie, hey? I remember it. Charlie Sheen having sex with Kristy Swanson, in a speeding car, while being chased by the cops. How did you first get into acting?

Crispin Glover told me I should act. I thought it might be interesting to check it out.

Did your first on set duties feel at all surreal?

A little but as soon as you understand the mechanics at work, things make a great deal more sense.

From reading several past interviews with you, it seems like you don't even watch a lot of the films you're in. Is it always just a pay-check, or do you have any favourites you're proud of? Johnny Mnemonic, maybe?

No. I just work and do the best I can every single time. It’s work and I take it very seriously but I don’t take myself seriously. I don’t do a lot of looking back with work. I do it, finish it, and then do something else. I’m not really proud of anything I’ve done. It’s not a thing I understand really.

Do you ever watch that show Dinner for Five, with Jon Favreau? If you could choose, who would your four dining partners be and why?

I did that show. It was a good time. Best part about it was the food. I don’t know who I would like to eat with. I like to eat alone actually.

Top five films of all time?

Apocalypse Now, Sling Blade, Seven Samurai, Doctor Strangelove, Animal House.

I've read accounts that you were bullied as one of the few white kids at a predominantly black school. Did that ever give rise to any anti-black, pro-white feelings in you? Or could you always identify irrational hate?

No. I never went down that road. My mother explained where it was all coming from and I got it.

Did being bullied and picked on early on had something to do with you wanting to be so huge, strong and powerful?

No. I train for the work I have to do. For shows, I needed a lot of quad and lumbar strength so I trained that way. I wouldn’t describe myself the way you just did though.

Do you think that your relationship with your father had something to do with your desire to be big and strong?

I have not seen him in over 20 years. I really don’t know the guy. I trained really hard for many years, it was an interesting trip but had nothing to do with him.

How did you end up following a straight-edge lifestyle? Was it just what worked best for you, or did your close friend Ian MacKaye have an influence on your decision?

I don’t have any kind of lifestyle. I don’t know what all of that is about as it seems to change from house to house. I don’t want to smoke, drink or do drugs because it seems to be the last things you want to do if you also want to get somewhere. It’s that simple for me, really.

How did you feel when NOFX wrote the song “Straight Edge”? Did you get the joke, or were you just pissed?

I have never heard the band’s music. I have read quotes from the singer fellow and he doesn’t seem to like me. I am not aware of ever meeting him.

There seems to be an influx of Black Flag in my life lately. From the video game Skate, to the latest Rise Against EP. Who are some of your favourite modern day punk bands?

I don’t know if I know what that means at this point. I listen to a lot of new records but I don’t know what genre they are in. Perhaps noise, bands like Wolf Eyes, The Planet The, Yellow Swans, Hair Police, stuff like that. There’s a lot of good bands around these days, Dax Riggs, Sunn 0))), XBXRX, The Mae Shi, Deer Hoof, Grinderman, a whole bunch, I don’t know exactly what you call them though.

How much do you enjoy your DJ time, playing the records that people just have to hear?

I like that job a lot.

How often do you work out these days? What kind of a routine did you do this morning?

I try and work out one way or the other 4-5 days a week. Today was a lot of walking. I was in a small British town.

If you don't work out for a while, do you start to feel weird and uncomfortable?

Yes.

In 1984, journalist Michael Azerrad commented about yout, “His powerful physique was a metaphor for the impregnable emotional shield he was developing around himself.” Was he right?

I think Mr. Azerrad needs to get out a little more often or perhaps get in touch with his homoeroticism. Have a word with him, will you?

How therapeutic do you think all your various creative outlets have been for you?

Hard to say, I have been at it all so long, I don’t know what I would be like without all the stuff I do.

What's been the most moving moment of your life, so far?

I guess my friend getting shot next to me.

What does freedom mean to you?

To be able to go.

How hard was it doing the USO tours, when you're not a fan of the Bush administration? Or, did you just put your personal differences aside, and talk to the troops as human beings, and not as soldiers?

Armies don’t start wars. Rulers do. Having a beef with a soldier about the war is like having a beef with a cop about the law. The soldiers are great. It’s not their war, they’re just fighting it. So for me, it was never a matter of putting anything aside, I was happy to get out there and meet the troops. I do a lot of that stuff.

Do you like the term renaissance man?

I don’t think it applies to me. I just work for a living.

Finally, in an interview with Underground Online, you said, “I'm this fearful home-owner, and when I'm on tour, I hire someone to sit and protect my things. I'm one of those people I probably would have sneered at when I was 20.” Do you still feel the same way, or has '80s Henry made peace with modern day Henry?

You live your life and you change as you go. When I was young, I didn’t think past the next meal so my worldview is not what it is now. It’s not a matter of making peace with anything, you just life your live and do the best you can.


21361.com, everything Henry Rollins

Simple Plan: Nice Guys, Shitty Music



Sébastien Lefebvre, disarmingly friendly.

Nice Guy On A Mission

Wanna know something? That pretty-looking poster boy from the band you just can’t stand is probably the nicest guy in the world. Heartbreaking, I know. I’m sure it’s not 100% true, and I’m sure there are a whole bunch of ego-driven exceptions to the rule. Maybe it’s even all just well-rehearsed interview-technique. But so far, every time I’ve spoken to someone in a big international band, whose music I just don’t understand or care for, they’ve always been so disarmingly friendly, polite, humble, and just so passionate and into the music they’re making. And Sébastien Lefebvre, rhythm guitarist and backup vocalist for bratty Canadian pop-punk-turned-emo-fringed-power-pop band, Simple Plan, was the nicest of the bunch.

Waiting for his call I felt nervous. The interview had been arranged at the last minute, and I had no idea what to ask him. I’d decided to wing it, and just chat to him like a normal dude. But, by the time he was fifteen minutes late, I was beginning to doubt myself. What was I doing?

The phone rang. “Hello, I’m going to put you through to Seb. Are you ready?” a pretty-sounding, female Canadian asked me. “Er, I guess so…” *click*. “Hi, this is Seb. How’re you doing?” Here we go.

I started with the usual, “Where in the world are you? What are you up to right now?” line of questioning, and Seb told me that the band was at home in Montreal, preparing to play a live show on Canadian TV. He was about to go and do soundcheck, then play the show, and then do a whole bunch of other interviews. Afterwards, the band is leaving for a “small tour of the States”, Australia for five weeks, and then Europe.

“Shit, your schedule sounds pretty intense. Did you get any time off before the album came out?”
“No, actually we’ve just come back from Europe, Japan, Mexico (the list went on). We were promoting the album, and just letting people know that it’s coming out. It’s been a whirlwind”.

The scenes Seb described, from fans in Brazil camping outside the band’s hotel room, for three days, just to catch a glimpse of them, to crazy fans in Mexico, reaching out like “zombies”, just to touch them, it sounded like that old New Kids on the Block cartoon, or a modern form of Beatlemania.

“Jeez, so what do you guys do on the road to stay sane? Do you have a huge collection of Xboxes and PlayStations?”
“No. We used to. But they became too much to carry around everywhere. So now we just watch movies, or DVDS. Lost, Heroes…”
“Heroes? What did you think of season two?”
“Hmm. I think everything just happened so fast. Then it got good. Then it was over. Like a nervous sexual encounter”.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, at first you’re nervous. Then you start to get into it. Then she leaves. Season two was okay, but I think season three’s gonna be a lot better”.

From the sound of things, Simple Plan have been on one long tour for the past six years, making three albums in-between, and touring everywhere from Japan to Mexico, England to Australia, Brazil to South Africa. This year, they accomplished their collective childhood dream, and sold out the Montreal Arena.

“That South African tour was pretty life-changing.”
“How so?”
“Well, just to come to South Africa. And to tour with this massive, legendary band (Metallica), that you never even imagined you’d play with. It was pretty amazing. I also really enjoyed partying in Cape Town. And all the people we met”.

Listening to Seb talk about the new album with such pride, I felt guilty for not enjoying it. He described epic string sections, new experimentations, and how it’s a lot more personal this time around. He talked about it with such passion, that I even gave it a re-listen. Hmm… I don’t think I’m ever going to like Simple Plan the album. But I do like Seb, or at least his interview technique.

Simple Plan is out now, on Gallo and Atlantic.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Durban Police Don't Like a Challenge

Cops Fail to Break Up Bar Fight!



The Willowvale Hotel, on the corner of Willowvale and Umbilo, is the kind of venue I dread going to. It smells like piss, and chances are, someone’s getting smacked in the face. But this past weekend, things got a little too out of control. A mini-riot broke out. Blood was spilt, and people lost their heads. The police arrived soon after, had a quick look around, realised nobody was leaving without a fight, and jumped back in their van. I couldn’t believe it. Their display was pathetic! A pathetic and embarrassing joke, that left me angry and disgusted. I just feel sorry for the poor kid smoking a joint across town, or peacefully drinking in a public place, that they no doubt took out their frustration at their own inadequacies on.

The Willowvale is the kind of hotel where you rent rooms by the hour and women carry knives in their bras. It’s hard-living. But I’ve seen some great shows there, and had some really good nights on the town. I’ve also seen people pull out knives, quart bottles being broken over heads, and friends getting punched in the face.

It was about 5pm when someone shouted, “How’s that guy bleeding outside!” Everyone rushed to the window, like Japanese tourists at an aquarium, staring out into the street in sheer amazement and disbelief. There was a twenty-something-looking coloured man with blood running down his face, soaking his shirt, streaming down towards the pavement. There was also a smashed quart bottle lying on the ground next to him. People started screaming. Through the walls it sounded like rolling thunder, a deafening stampede.

ADT arrived first, but left soon afterwards. Next, a police van arrived carrying a 40-something, high school teacher-looking Indian cop, and a 30-something, disgruntled boom gate operator-looking black cop. At first, they looked too scared to even get out of their van. And when they did, they nonchalantly strolled over to a coloured guy waving a broken quart bottle around, also wearing a t-shirt covered in blood, like they were about to hand out a parking ticket to a bad-driving senior citizen.

The cops stood around gazing for what felt like forever, watching the real life Jerry Springer unfold, just as amazed as the rest of us. I could just picture them thinking, “I’ve got ten minutes left of my shift, I don’t need this shit.”

“You with the badge, control the situation!” a woman shouted at them. Another woman pulled a knife out of her cleavage and strolled towards the violence with intent. I needed to get something from the car. A kind-looking Indian bar-lady opened the gate and let me out. “Be careful out there, see,” she said. And it felt like I was walking into a warzone. Welcome to Sarjevo. I was shitting it big time.

Once outside, I watched the Indian cop trying to calm the rioters down, like a bad parent would talk to their screaming two year old. The black cop tried to put some handcuffs on one of the blood-stained young coloured guys. But the coloured guy just pushed the cop away and slapped at the handcuffs. Someone else punched a dangerous-looking Indian guy covered in blood in the face. He fell to the floor, face first, arms at his side, out cold. The cop backed down and walked towards the van, like a puppy with its tale between his legs when the master has spoken.

The whole time, the Indian cop kept turning his back on the chaos and looking longingly down the road, perhaps at the Steers just out of site. Why were these guys being so calm and ineffective? I’ve seen cops handcuff 10 teenagers for drinking beer on the wall outside a club, and take them away by force before. And all 10 were co-operative, peaceful, and scared out of their minds.

Soon after the knock out punch, the cops got back in their van and got the hell out of there. Abandoning us, the bar and hotel staff, and everyone else there just trying to sip a Saturday beer and talk crap with some friends. Perhaps, like any bully, the police don’t react well when someone actually stands up to them, and poses a threat. They’d rather just continue picking on the easy prey, the little guys, so that late at night, they can stroke their guns and still feel like Dirty Harry, safe in the knowledge that they kicked some ass that day.

Eventually, the female bar staff, with the help of a golf club-wielding white guy the two useless cops could learn a lesson from, diffused the situation, locked the doors, and sent everyone home. The street was peaceful again. Order had been restored.

Shockingly, for the rest of night, I didn’t see a single police car drive by to check on things. While across town, at The Winston Pub, where people listening to music in their cars and smoking weed have had cops pull guns on them, police vans drive by every hour.

For a company that promises to protect and serve, this weekend, the police really failed to deliver. Watching that police van drive away, while people raged in the street, with knives, bats, and broken bottles, is a memory I wont soon forget. “April 29, 1992”, by Sublime, was playing in my head the whole time.

April 29, 1992

April 26th, 1992,

there was a riot on the streets,tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV,
while I was paticipatin' in some anarchy.
First spot we hit it was my liquor store.
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford.
With red lights flashin' time to retire,
and then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop,
it only took one brick to make that window drop.
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?

Hey!

(call fire, respond mobil station.Alamidos in Anaheim,its uhh flamin up good.10-4 Alamidos in Anaheim)

Never doin no time

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
it dawned on me that I need new home furnishings.
So once again we filled the van until it was full,
since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable.
'Cos everybody in the hood has had it up to here,
it's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year.
Some kids went in a store with their mother,
I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers.

They said it was for the black man,
they said it was for the Mexican,
and not for the white man.
But if you look at the streets,
it wasn't about Rodney King,
it's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police.
It's about coming up and staying on top, and screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop.
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall.
National guard??!
Smoke from all around,

bo! bo! bo!
(units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 temple,938 temple... 30 subjects with bags.. tryin to get inside the cb's house)

(as long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal)

Let it burn, wanna let it burn,wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn

(I'm feelin' sad and blue)

Riots on the streets of Miami,oh,
Riots on the streets of Chicago,oh,
on the streets of Long Beach,
mmm, and San Francisco (Boise Idaho),
riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Huntington Beach, CA),
Tuscaloosa Alabama (Arcada Compton Michigan),
Cleveland Ohio, Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow - Let's do this every year),
Bear Mountain, Vista View (Twice a Year),
Eugene OR, Eureka CA (Let it burn, let it burn),
Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, wont'cha wont'cha let it burn),
Santa Barbara,Cuyamca, Nevada, (let it burn)
Phoenix Arizona,
San Diego,
Lakewood Florida, (let it burn)
fuckin... 29 palms (wontcha let it burn)

Any units assist 334 willow,structure fire, and numerous subjects looting
10-15 to get rid of this looter...
10-4