Paolo Sorrentino’s This Must Be The Place muses on the existence of a fictional rock star. This is Cheyenne, who’s spent 20 years out of the spotlight, living in a mansion outside Dublin. Played by Sean Penn and modeled physically on Robert Smith – the crows’ nest of black hair, lipstick, eyeliner, fondness for black – Cheyenne spends his days watching Jamie Oliver programmes on television, debating whether or not to sell his shares in Tesco and pondering, “Why is Lady Gaga?” Fully Gothed up, he goes shopping in a nearby mall to buy pizza.
Dodgy list last week, really good one this. A few things to flag up, not least the Jimmy Page “Lucifer Rising” soundtrack which has been distracting us from finishing the issue this morning.
Alabama Shakes are set to debut at Number One this weekend with their album Boys And Girls.
The Georgia band, who released their debut album on Monday (April 9), are currently outselling Adele's 21 by 300 copies, according to the Official Charts Company.
James Murphy of the now defunct LCD Soundsystem has revealed that he is currently writing a novel.
Speaking to GQ, Murphy said that he has considered writing under a pseudonym so his work is "considered fairly". He said: "I'm writing now, actually. A novel. I'm always making things, but whether they turn into something that I'll consider making a part of the public world is different. I mean, I write songs every day, but only once in a while do they go out into the public sphere."
Among the residents of Treme, David Simon’s HBO drama series about the inhabitants of New Orleans in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, you’ll find a character called Delmond. Delmond, a talented jazz trumpeter, is a deeply conflicted individual. In the person of his father, he is tied to the ruined city, its historic music and its obscure ritual cultures. And yet, he is drawn to the East coast, where the ensemble in which he plays is in considerable demand.
I had lunch with Harvey Weinstein once. This was during the Cannes Film Festival, and I was among a group of film journalists invited to one of the swelegant hotels on the Croisette to nibble canapés and listen dutifully while Weinstein unveiled the forthcoming slate for his company, Miramax.
Hopefully those of you who subscribe to Uncut will be starting to receive your copies of the new issue this morning (For the rest of you, it should be on sale tomorrow).
