June 12, 2010
“Do you love anyone enough to give them your last Romo?”
Yes I’ve dusted off the scanner and once again sit scanning ephemeral pop trivia late into the night. There’s been too many requests in the intervening months for me to try and fulfil, this just caught my eye. Got love Pricey tearing Pearl to shreds, although I do quite like her Price Cube dig. Anyway…I guess this goes with this.
Oh and Andy Catlin got in touch. Go to his website to see nice pictures. http://andrewcatlin.com
January 25, 2009
While skimming through this issue the Backlash page caught my eye due to one of the published letters being from one Alex Petridis. For those of you that don’t recognise that name, Alex has grown up to become Alexis Petridis, The Guardian’s head rock and pop critic. Not sure what prompted the shift from Alex to Alexis, and very unsure about Push’s response – Todd Rundgren!
Update: Via the unbridled joys of Twitter this explanation from the horse’s mouth. “I’m afraid the name change is down to MM’s crappy subbing. I’ve always been Alexis.”
“Dear Backlash” – Wing Commander Stubbs casts a critical eye over the years Melody Maker postbag, 19-26th December 1987
September 7, 2008
Do you remember the humble letter? There are a couple of pictures on this piece to remind you exactly what one looks like should your memory fail you. A real handwritten letter is such a rare commodity these days and certainly as rare as to be practically extinct in the context of readers writing letters to N.M.E. as Morrissey famously did. Look that’s him in the background holding up an electric typewriter. Yes, electric…kinda like power steering for your fingers.
These days the only sort of letters anyone receives invariably hail from over friendly corporations, who, purely in the interests of trying to help us overcome life’s little hiccups, write to remind us that “in difficult times like these” they can help…because “there never has been a better time to buy [insert product or service] from [insert ‘helpful’ corporation name here]”. Cunts.
I can remember a time not that long ago, before faxes, emails, message boards and txts, when the letter was KING. It was THE medium of all communication with the press simply because it was the ONLY medium of communication with the press. You’ll understand of course that I NEVER once wrote to Melody Maker, precisely for fear of eliciting the sort of sniggering ridicule on the 25th floor that Wing Co. Stubbs sums up here. With typical gusto, and drawing on (deep breath), Shakespeare, Chaucer, Kant, Wittgenstein (twice), Kafka, neoclassical English literature, Salvador Dali, haiku poetry, James Joyce and Keats, Stubbs belittles yet consistently entertains throughout. Thoroughly enjoyable but so very much of its time, and not only because of all those overtly intellectual reference points.
Can you imagine the sort of responses to this there would be these days if there were online comments below. LOL!!!!!!!!
I was never a prolific letter writer but sending and receiving letters was something special, a rare treat due to the physicality of the item. I haven’t written a letter for ages so I make this rash promise. I will write a proper letter to the first person that gets in touch with their postal address. With this letter I will include not only kind words but also the Dear Backlash page featured here. Consider this proposal open and valid until such a time that this page says it’s not.
Yours in anticipation,