You're Gone Symphony in A major: I. Andante con moto - Allegro 2. Symphony in A major: II. Andante quieto e semplice 3. Symphony in A major: III. Allegretto 4. Symphony in A major: IV. Allegro con spirito 5. Allegro 6. Largo 7. Vivace 8. Act 1 Pt. Act 1 Concl. Disc 2: 1. Act 2 Pt. Act 2 Concl. Act 3 Pt. Kikimora Russian Folk Tale, Op. Allegro 2. Poco Adagio 3. Allegro Con Spirito 4. Moderato 5. Presto 6. Adagio 7.
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Doctor Dolittle From "Doctor Dolittle" 8. Andante Con Moto 3. Allegro Agitato 4. White Christmas 4. March Of The Toys; Toyland 7. Oh Holy Night 8. Carol No. In A Lowly Stable 5. Alsatian Carol 6. Carol Of The Village 8.
Sing, I Ask You 9. Hymn To The Night Let Us Go Happily, Shepherds Sing Of Victory Joseph Is Well Married We Are Three Shepherdesses It Is Christmas It Is Christmas Day Hymne Veni Creator 2. Chaconne In B Minor 3. Magnificat 5. Les Cloches 6. Fond D'Orgue 7. Created on. LuckyMe are a Glasgow based multislash creative collective whose numbers and global rep are growing day by day. At the time there was a lot of talk about crunk being on the way out, and we wanted to subvert it so we did the visual representation of high fashion and dirty ghetto music, thrown together.
Although everyone works pretty much alone, they exchange a lot of music. Hearing things the others have done — and now, seeing what the others are doing — is hugely inspiring creatively. There is a combined will from each for the success. Aside from the aural — what of the visual? Currently LuckyMe has a galaxy of friends who make art. When we started releasing stuff [Dom and Hud Mo] under the name of Surface Emp we did our own sleeve, which was also hand illustrated.
I was at the Art School and meeting friends there, and at parties around Glasgow. Everything I did in my degree I brought back to LuckyMe. With all the high-brow talk of art commissions, beautiful shows and progressive electronic music it can be easily forgetten that we are dumb rap fans and really, really uncool! Christina recently set up camera for two weeks on her own on a Norwegian off-shire Island. This is what LuckyMe is about. We like them as people and we admire their work.
It may seem naive, but they have found the best way. We like London. I guess it just works in our favour to be in isolation. We have made our own micro industry up here.
Eat lots of fortune cookies. Follow exactly what they tell you to do. You are luckier than you know. LuckyMe functions like an innovative cooperative of understanding and advice, bouncing their creativity off each other so as to further their fresh eclectic output to the globe. We make songs alone and then drop them onto a private forum where we get feedback. Was the addition of Hud Mo the moment they realized that this could be the start of something special?
Then we added Dema and Jay Prada. The crew roll like Chamillionaire. Deep — but also wide. I asked Jay from Darkstar what he felt was unique about the Glaswegian contribution to the music world.
The Ballers 5ocial was cool to play at, they have a lot of fun up there. The crowd were into what I was playing, from 2step to crunk to grime to house Bill for bill, this is one of the most innovative nights in Europe. Then they see the venues we use — all small and select — and they wonder what all the hype is about. Everyone loves being surprised in our city. Our crowds are live and there are as many girls as guys. The artwork was a beautiful Parisian supermodel with the face of crunk king Lil Jon showing his grill.
So we did the visual representation of high fashion and dirty ghetto music, thrown together. We were keen to make the aesthetic ghetto club, kinda disco sleeze vibe. It is as a result of this that we have decided to write a short pamphlet detailing to you how best to go about protecting yourself from the same fate. Here we have outlined a number of different steps that you may like to follow in preventing this corruption of your individuality: How do you tell if someone is an Identity Thief?
An Identity Thief will have many faces. That is their trade. They have even been known to dress as foxes and root through your rubbish. Beware all foxes! Should you see a fox you suspect of being an Identity Thief then place a large chalk cross on your window. It will not help, but the distraction is always pleasant.
Protect your documents! We would recommend any of the following courses of action to keep your personal identity papers away from evil mittens. Should you have any enquiries please direct them by mime to the following address: Alex and James Staple Bending Department Organum Building Somewhere near a road England. NB: This also works for the disposal of warts! This should not be an Identity Thief see above or anyone wearing braces We trust them as little as we trust people who enjoy swingball As little as a three legged man whose snuck into a school sports day We trust them as little as a paper contraceptive It can be avoided in one very simple step Steal it yourself and when creditors come calling insist that dear old Auntie Marge was a very big fan of blowing the giro on weekend trips to Amsterdam.
How do I get it back? Check yourself before you wreck yourself! Are you sure your identity has been stolen? Could you have been left on a night bus? Might it have slipped down the sofa? Did you lend it to a friend and tell him not to crease the spine or fold the corners?
Then follow our three step plan Being English may restrict your panicking to muted sounds but go for broke and wail at anyone within ear shot. Warning friends may not recognise you as you are no longer you 2 Use telefonons to fone people. If you convince enough of them who you are then perhaps you will be you again. I believe Double Glazing Employees work on this principle. Thank you for taking the time to read through this important pamphlet and we hope that armed with all this information you should be safe from Identity Theft!
It turns out my mum was a ventriloquist that was always throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father Then he sat down and wailed at the top of his voice - It was probably the wrong time to have played the drawing pin on a chair joke. I grew up with my parents in a very rural part of England called South London, and I have many nostalgic memories of the games I used to play. A friend of mine called Chipper Williams invented breakdancing whilst trying to steal the wheels off a moving car I also recollect the time I begged my mum to buy me a pet chinchilla.
As expected I immediately lost interest in the backflipping rodents antics, and Mrs. Sunbeam was left with the responsibilty. The whole event took place whilst food shopping. Why do parents always take their children to supermarkets to smack them?.. Corpral punishment runs wild through my family. I can call to mind another situation. This time I had been sent to bed for dismantling the television. Lights out! I never got that carton of Um-Bongo, and the following day they were discontinued.
This morning I had to shoot one of his wretched rhinos in my dressing gown One evening the doorbell rung and there stood a small boy in a Miss Marple hoodie. Another boy arrives. Octagon, and I had to visit her quite recently with a tale of sorrow.
As I traipsed out of of the doctors quarters they were handing out free prophylactics. Last time I was wearing one I got hit by a scooter, and besides I have no need for them. My own personality is a strong contraceptive as it is.
The last time I had a girlfriend was two years ago, and she asked me out in a crowded lift Whilst meandering back through London, listening to Girls Aloud during the fading sunlight I remember pondering; Who would win in a fight between Beatrix Potter and Enid. Well Enid Blyton has gang mentality famous five, secret seven so she has the upper hand surely? Whereas I belive Beatrix to be quite prudish. If they were both alive today then Enid would wear hoop earings. I followed my thoughts on fiction writers into thew new multi-complex gaza which was ceremoniously opened by the son of God earlier this annum.
My bedroom collapsed last week and I need to mend it. Striding into the hardware store with my chest puffed out like a valiant warrior, I glided up to the counter as if I had wheels for feet. That was too much to take and I wanted out of this sadistic wonderland.
I lashed out of the shopping precinct and into the Butlins next door. Unfortunately the room service was terrible. I ordered a hot chocolate, and they sent up a Cadburys Twirl with a box of matches.
I flung my self down the stairs in a desperate bid for freedom; landing in a heap at the base of the reception desk. I scrambled to my feet and stared the bellboy in the eyes. Not bad at all I snatched the note from his grubby mitts, and entered the relevant information. When I finally arrived home I got confused and kicked in my own front door. I stole my TV, ran away, and then ran back. I suffer from the kind of madness which makes you put a hat on while driving a car, but nothing compares to the embarrassment I experienced on Friday.
When they finished, cleaned up, and put the cattle prod away I expressed my love for cookery and mother if she knew where I could get a good quality food mixer from. Do you know where is he? What do you really want? And on that bombshell I bid you so long, farewell, Auf Weirdersehn Goodbye. I hope I have The increasing rise of pop, celebrity and mass culture in recent years has led to a blurring of the lines between who actually merits these awards and titles.
The 20th Century was probably the century that saw the biggest shift in terms of heroism. Was the 20th century a century of fear in which the idea of a hero needed to exist as a form of escapism from a world that seemed to offer little hope?
Or, to quote Mariah, does a hero lie in you? Can we achieve hero status by dying young at the age of 27 like Kurt, Jim or Janis or is a hero someone who overcomes many things and lives to the grand old age of a hundred without doing little more than staying alive?
Well the literal meaning of hero is protector, defender and guardian. It derives from Greek. HERO mythology and originally described a demigod — the offspring of a mortal being and a higher god. It all seems a bit romantic — the idea that your mum may be called Barbara and works as a dinner lady down at the local primary school whilst your dad is Zeus — king of the gods and ruler of mount Olympus. As we pass through history, the idea of a hero seems to have become more watered down.
To compare oneself to a god became blasphemous — it all got a bit humble. By the start of the 20th century, the idea of a hero had morphed once again. This time through the rise of entertainment and leisure — particularly comic books and the rise of Hollywood as a tool of escapism. New heroes were created, though this time they were entirely created by the mind of man. We would recognise them through their Lycra costumes, tightly drawn across their bodies to reveal their rippling physique.
Were we aspiring to be these people or were we just supposed to be in awe of them? We could never be them but we all wished we could. They were never going to save us from the top of a burning building, they were never going to push back that meteor that was heading straight towards New York, with the capability of wiping out the human race. Had we all been duped? Were we putting all our hope into something or someone that never existed?
But heroes do? Are the stars of X Factor willing to defend me in my hour of need? Will they go the extra mile for me? I asked my Dad who his hero was the other day. So whilst Superman was gracing the covers of comic books in the US, she was carrying ammunition and messages through enemy lines under the guise of night — battling for a cause she believed in.
Yet at the same time she was battling against a cause that someone else believed in. Is your hero my hero and my hero yours?
Modern times have called for modern takes and new ideas about what actually constitutes the title. The soldier that dies in Afghanistan due to a suicide bomber — both of them, depending on which way you look at it, can be classed as a hero. Both were carrying out actions that they believed in.
And if so, who decides what is just? Karl Marx argued that history is determined by the massive social forces at play that come about by class struggles and not by the individuals by whom these forces are played out. Update this to a modern context. If it all went wrong he could be an anti-hero. Maybe heroes can never win as their motives and actions can always be questioned.
He has yet to prove himself as a leader and prove himself to the world that he merits this status. Only time will tell. Is the title of a hero just so easy to achieve nowadays — in the troubled world that we live in are we just yearning for a hero to come and save us all?
Do we just want something and someone to believe in so that we can sleep safely at night? Words by Dan Szor. The seeds of social and cultural change had been sown. A new sound had entered the ears of a generation, sailed through its brain — triggering new thoughts on values and existence — and settled in their hearts.
This was acid house. The vibe was unity, the feeling was ecstacy and it was also the drug. In a small gym in Southwark, South London, a club called Shoom had opened and was soon to become the temple of this new sound. A change had come, and everyone who touched, heard and tasted this change was left wanting more. Fiona ran her own clothing label.
After her epiphany at Shoom she decided to open up a shop in Kensington Market of the same name — Sign of the Times. An abstract vision of counter cultural consumerism, the market and the store were to become the focal point to everything that happened in the.
The big thing about acid house was that no one gave a shit about what you did, how much you earned, what your race and sexuality were. All of those things ceased to matter Far removed from the clone shops that dominate the high streets of Britain today, SOTT was a living organism.
As Britain sunk deeper into recession however, it became clear that in order to survive the shop would have to branch out. They decided to do parties.
As revolutionary as the shop itself, the parties took the essence of the acid generation and applied it to what was the present. The ethos was all about fun and dressing up. From Bjork to Leigh Bowery, they all came in their droves. This was their playground, this was their moment. This was their Sign of the Times. I was selling original s clothes as at the time there was a disco craze — not dissimilar to what seems to be burgeoning now. I asked around and friends told me about these underground clubs in south london called acid house clubs.
I was 27 at the time and thought my clubbing days were behind me. A friend called Stephen Bradley told me about Shoom and said I should go. SS: What was it like at Shoom? F: When you came into the club you could hardly see in front of you. The smoke machines and the heat just hit you smack in the face. Everyone was in baggy clothes going mental. They were these big patchwork jackets with Jesus on the back. It was amazing as I began to see people wearing my clothes at Shoom, Spectrum and all the raves.
SS: So how did the shop come about? F: It was at Shoom where I got the idea to open a shop. We set up the shop in Kensington Market in , which sadly is no longer there. It was on Kensington High Street, which is such a bizarre street in itself. It was this huge building leftover from the 60s and 70s which was split up into units for people to sell their wares.
So many culturally important people worked there over the years — Leigh Bowery had a place there with Rachael Auburn for a while and apparently Freddie Mercury used to run one of the stalls as well. It was surprisingly easy to set up a stall. Someone even did a Clockwork Orange shop.
The lady who opened up Kensington Market afterwards went on to open Hyper Hyper, which was much more focussed on young designers and higher fashion, but because they were opposite each other, Kensington High Street became this Mecca for younger people who were into fashion and music.
This was the place to be — this was the hangout. SS: Was it more second hand clothes or peoples own creations? F: It was a total mixture. People came from all over the world. You name any famous celebrity or band at the time then they probably visited. SS: Was there a lot of competition? F: Haha there were a couple of other people doing a similar type of thing but they were kind of catering for a different market.
There was Mash, who were huge at the time, but they were catering for the more commercial side of the acid house scene, there was another shop called Bond who catered for the more designer crowd and then there was us.
I would say that Sign of the Times catered for the more club end of it. Dilogue du vent et la mer; Tchaikovsky, Peter Ilich, Symphonies, no. Kaiser-Walzer; Stravinsky, Igor, Russkii tanets; Strauss, Johann, Selections; Verdi, Giuseppe, Cortigiani, vil razza dannata; Green, Johnny, Orchestre; Boston Pops Orchestra. The Girl From Ipanema 2. Spring Is Here 3. Never On Friday 4. Satin Doll 5. My Old Flame 6.
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