grab your tennis rackets

Jacques: The Sports Issue Trailer 1 from Jacques Magazine on Vimeo.

If you still haven't checked out this magazine here is a good chance to do it.For me the word porn takes does this magazine injustice.Let's just say it is an esthete's paradise of nudism.Real life girls photographed for real life people.Arousment for the brain with style.Some people find ''fashion porn'' a silly substitute of the real thing which lacks any kind of realism and tends to be as boring as hell not much unlike the over stylized cinematographic attempt by Tom Ford.Quite something like the sterility of a hospital room i guess. I find ''fashion porn' a silly term and think that if you would like to get ''dirty'' you can always check out the thousands of you porn imitations that are floating on the web.I guess i would never promote something like this here although it's something that could come hand y in other occasions.The bad thing about porn is the fact that it kind of destroys the cells responsible for imagination in your brain,in way that only watching tv for 24 hours in a roll can do.Here we are dealing with an attempt to create the same effect that Playboy magazine could have on people 30 years ago.By the way ,i was reading an article about the decline of the sometime legendary magazine because of the internet being the no1 supplier of soft or any other kind of porn.I really wish that 15 years from now i could have a pile of Jacques magazine's issues pilled in my room than a thousand files of of bad quality porn on my hard disk.Quite the same as collecting vinyl i guess.Well work for me.

here comes the sun

Here in Athens from the time February starts packing it's bags the sun starts to make his presence more than obvious in the sky.It's nice to start dreaming of an endless summer where time moves on effortlessly.This track helps the dream come a bit closer and rises the sun over my sky.

forever dancing

In their early days The Beloved were maybe even better than their later and more popular productions.This video is proof enough for that.A classic song by any means.Like the bastard child of Cabaret Voltaire and Curiosity Killed The Cat this song blends industrial warfare with the esthetics of pop in way that makes most ''dance '' oriented'' acts jumped out of the baggy scene some years late sound at least naive.My fave is this album version which much rawer and tight than the 12'' version.Long Live John Marsh.

romantic dreamer

It's a mystery to me - Voice of om dub

Anywhere in the universe

I'm leaving clothes there on the midnight beach
They wouldn't be in perfect style
Anywhere on a rocky coast
Anywhere we land intact
Anywhere the sea's at high tide (high tide)
I'm putting markers on the midnight map

Shriekback - Midnight maps

faded seaside glamour

Watching this video this afternoon i couldn't help but feeling a bit sentimental.The song is a pure beauty it's self but i had never come across the video.The footage from New Brighton is breathtaking.I kept wondering how can a place i have never visited trigger so many feelings of nostalgia.Watching the cars drive in the dusk of this small seaside city near Liverpool and the city light fade in the horizon over the rooftops makes me feel a part of me is there.Upon visiting Brighton a few years ago i had this weird feeling again.To be honest Brighton felt like a scenery that existed only in some kind of a movie set rather than a real place.Neglected hotels on the beach,fish and chips with mashed peas the ghost of Phil Daniels and taking photographs on the peer.I keep wondering how it would be like to grow up in a place like this.I guess the real success of a work of art either this is a song,a video or a photograph is to vaguely travel you in a new imaginary world that exits only for a while.I can't help but thinking why is people find it so hard see that the real beauty of life lies in simple things like listening to a song like this one and daydream.I guess the answer is the same to the question why bands like It's Immaterial never made it big.Nevertheless ''Song'' is such a beautiful record.This band could sound so British and so international at the same time and i believe this is one of the reasons that made them so unique.I guess that international feeling is what makes the sound so balearic to my ears,sitting on the same self along with bands like The Blue Nile.

As far as i can see the lights are down,an out of season look about the town...an out of season look..

the lost weekend mix

This is my new mix that features some famous unknown songs from the 80's.Bands that were big,bands that should have been big,bands that should have been bigger and bands you should know and maybe you don't.Nice haircuts,loafer shoes,seaside weekends,make up for men,Expo 1985,Ibiza,Les Disques De Crepuscule,YMO,Paul Haig,Paninari,Italo,pop bands from Australia,Malcom McLaren,driving in my parents car,holiday postcards,Stock Aitken and Waterman,Nick Heyward.

Lost Weekend Mix

paranoia

This record is what you could easily describe a secret weapon.Majestic hypnotic balearic house that hides in the b-side of a record that is trashy as hell.

Don Pablo's Animals-Paranoia

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From "Par-Delà Les Nuages/Beyond The Clouds"
(Michelangelo Antonioni, Wim Wenders, Italy)
PASSENGERS - BEACH SEQUENCE

bachelor kisses

Well i guess you can't really comment much on this masterpiece.Maybe just say it paints the skies blue forever.

woozy with cider by james yorkston

I Watch the park quieten from the hotel window, I hear you softly sleep amongst the cars and saluting songbirds,
For a city whose size had scared me for years right now it's a feeble evening row, not un-similar to a beach evening ending
On the table to my left there's a magazine with a picture of dead money, making a mockery of what I'd call art
But what would I know about the scene in the city that has swallowed up friends lovers and family,
Just give a village the size of a teacup
You're happier here spread out with your eyes closed,
I feel I should order a drink in celebration to welcome the summer, whose first day is ending
Should you wake you'd catch me of course and ask me the wisdom of drinking once more
I cast me mind back to yesterdays wedding where we got drunk and fell over
I did my best to be polite to a family I'd never met, but on numerous occasions, I guess, I could have tried harder
Of course by the end of the night I was a best friend with everyone and every ones wife but right now I couldn't remember their names no matter how hard ii try

As the sun glares through the hotel window I wonder of our future and where it will lead to,
I wonder if you'll be laying there 10 years 20 years 30 years down the line
I'll still be staring out at the street confused about love and life,
It'll be interesting to see if anyone every bought those songs of mine if anyone heard those words that I never got quite right,
I think I can be honest in presuming the world is not exactly going to be leaping out its bed to make me rich using my songs in adverts selling oranges or lemons,
Who knows I may end up owning the whole street, or more likely sleeping under tree in the park opposite
Would the runners keep me awake or would I keep them asleep
I'd hope I have the sense to move back home, as lovely as today is, I‘d imagine the winter would be rather cold

I'd been told for years that the devil had the best tunes and that the devil lived down here whereas us country folk weren't worth the salt from the road
Ex pat magazine editors who choose to loose their temper on the easily persuaded northern town dwellers
And sure enough 99 percent of the people I meet have scant regard for entertaining me, it seems I'm too old too slow too quiet and just wrong
And I'm glad. In their cocaine fuelled electronic cabarets I'll be the man at the bar drinking overpriced whiskey from a bar maid who's to good to catch my eye
She only works here two nights a week, the rest of the time she's a singer on a rock and roll band
I bet she'd change her tune if I told her my album had peaked at number 172 and that I also had friends who worked in bars and that didn't define who they are
Though it certainly helps their capacity to drink.

But I've stayed off the subject
Now I'll be leaning over and waking you up, and you'll squint at me through the cracks between your eyelids, woozy with cider
As if you're asking exactly where we are and exactly what I wanted.
And I'll be happy because we won't be taking anything too seriously.

on vocals mr Steven Patrick

Vini Reily on guitar with Moz on vocals.A nice little song that ends in laughter.

VINCENT GERARD & STEPHEN PATRICK - I KNOW VERY WELL HOW I GOT MY NOTE WRONG

The Chaplin Band-Angelina