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Alex V. Cook is an author, journalist and music critic living Baton Rouge, LA. His work has appeared in The Believer, The Oxford American, DownBeat, Paste Magazine, Hails and Horns and The Wire, and his first collection of essays Darkness, Racket and Twang: Essential Listening from the Fringes of Popular and Unpopular Culture was published by Side Cartel in 2006.

He is the music editor for, editor for Sweet Tooth, and a frequent contributor to 225 Magazine, OffBeat and Country Roads.

He is a founding contributor to the Badasses of Contemporary Composition blog.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Men In Their 40's Have heart Attacks from TOO MUCH LOVE!

There are a lot of factors at play in my infatuation with Julian Cope: nascent unshakable Anglophilia, especially with eccentric ones; wannabe rock poet jealosy on my own part; the desire for primitive things from intelligent people (see my persistent Lou Reed obsession for further examples)

These live recordings from the 2003 Glastonbury festival reveal a dash of the Artaud-meets-Andy Kaufman-meets-Ozzy Osbourne rock-n-roll sigularity that presses my button.

Witness this bit of nutjob Al Green slobbering stage banter where he calls out a member of security:

and a fiery, bloated, feral lone-wolf howling against the apocalypse-he-started rendition of what often enters my mind as the coolest fucking rock song ever: "Upwards at 45 degrees."

and a great take on his thesis statement:
"Julian H. Cope"

and then the final ego-explosion breakdown: "Paramornal in the West Country"


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