updated 11 years ago
3:05 Opening titles, science week exposition – as above
5:30 News on Keith Teare, Jobs v Newton, AOL talks to animals – feat. Cait Hurley
10:10 Phone-prank guest Charlie Brooker (“controversial cartoonist”)
20:45 Bill-a-thon update
23:00 Memepool Q&A – Yoz Grahame, Tom Standage, Rupert Goodwins, Matthew “Kuji” Bevan (questioners/questioned include Matt Jones, Emma Westecott)
40:30 Internet weather – James Coates
43:55 GTA1: Did It Ruin Your Life? – Andy Mackay
47:25 Bill-a-thon conclusion
49:30 AntiNews
51:52 End credits – produced by Gavin Starks
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Your downloads infringed our copyright
We traced the requests
The files were unencrypted
And bound for your address
We analysed our log files
We were unimpressed
Cut your umbilical connection
To the online developed West
The Norse detective novels are redacted from the tablet in your hand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
You're excommunicated from the Church of Kurzweil and Ayn Rand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
You make alerts sound in our credit control systems
Knocked back by payday loan website algorithms
There's some dude in a white van outside your house
To turn your water off like the EDF turned your lights out
You missed your payments, don't return our calls, you ignored our demands
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
Now you will suffer thirst, your sinuses and throat as dry as sand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
And all those videos you put on YouTube to promote your band
And all those drum loops you just sampled in, you'll wish you'd played by hand
We're using app stores since the file share sites were shut down by the Man
Just tell us who'll replace us in this revolution you've got planned?
What part of "we control the flipping infrastructure" do you not understand?
1:00 Method 2: using Javascript like http://xcom2002.com/midi.html in the iOS Web MIDI Browser http://www.taktech.org/takm/WebMIDIBrowser/Web_MIDI_Browser.html
(more on Web MIDI here code.tutsplus.com/tutorials/introduction-to-web-midi--cms-25220 )
2:56 Method 3 (requires iPad): select Piano as an output in
synthesiagame.com
nytimes.com/2002/05/12/weekinreview/word-for-word-all-together-now-tone-deaf-corporations-search-perfect-pitch.html
(the songs used to loop individually, I forgot how to use Ditty Editor after Ben Goldacre (!) introduced me to LSDJ)
4:35 “Virtual on-the-net gig jamming session sort of thing”
7:10 “Martin’s Juno’s Gone Down”
web.archive.org/web/20010124062500/http://www.damaris.org/online_resources/guides/2000/attachments.htm
plus "live" readalong commentary here (NB some strong language, outdated/unmoderated opinions):
web.archive.org/web/20041208225603/http://www.everyonehatesattachments.com/episode1.html
github.com/fakebitpolytechnic/cheapmidi/tree/master/RaspPi-to-BeagleRT
You say you're hyperactive
Your concentration flips from one thing to another
And it makes you so distracted
But there's some things you've yet to discover
Like I'm nodding at this news that you're not stable
But I'm listening to the conversation that they're having at the next table
You can't stop staring at TVs, And you turn up whenever you damn well please
But you don't really ADD like I do
You're always texting while we're talking, Cos normal conversation's just too boring
But you don't really ADD like I do
And I don't believe you hear or see like I do
I don't think you're getting the bored expressions flashing across my face in fractions of a second
It's like you don't have the channels I've subscribed to
Because you don't ADD, you don't ADD like me
(You can't stop staring at TVs,)
- and while we're glamorising neurological conditions
(you turn up whenever you damn well please)
- I'd like to emphasise that it's not a competition
(You're always texting while we're talking)
- I'm sure there's things you feel more severely
(But you don't really)
- you don't nearly
(You don't really)
- you don't clearly
You don't really ADD like me
At the house of Lee Coombs
We discuss a website
For his record label
We look at the old site
On his shiny laptop
An the coffee table
He's got a home studio
With a 303
(classic acid synth)
Set up on a mezzanine
Above the bedroom
Preaching from his plinth
Why can't I be like Lee Coombs?
Is it because I am a tithead?
He used to DJ acid house
Now he plays breakbeat
He's always on the scene
He plays Brazilian festivals
With all the girls there
You know what I mean
No-one attends my concerts
Or chants my lyrics
Or dances to my tunes
Why can't I be successful?
Why can't I be more -
Be more like Lee Coombs?
Why can't I be like Lee Coombs?
Is it because I'm scared of my own power?
No: it's because I am a tithead.
http://www.crash-bang.com/programme-avr-fuse
I heard "Daft Punk Is Playing At My House" playing in Poundland
And I've nothing against Poundland, I just don't want that to happen to me
So I've listed out all of this song's terms and conditions
To which, by listening to any part of it, you automatically agree
First off, this song may not be played in supermarkets
In malls, or on the high street, or in outlet villages on the edge of town
...and you can't just record a different version
This song may not be covered by Radiohead, X-Factor contestants, or ukelele players
Or anyone appearing on the Radio One Live Lounge
This song may not accompany TV montages
As a clumsy indicator of the mood that the narrator wants to set
This song may not advertise Apple iPods, [insert "topical" reference], or mobile phone network talk-time tariffs
That imply that they provide some state of mystical telepathic communion with everyone you've ever met
And people say "Well, aren't you restricting your audience?"
And I say "Yes, but I'm keeping all my self-respect"
And record labels say that the market today won't want quite this degree of self-referentiality anyway
And I say "Who knows what will be in fashion next?"
This song may not be the backing for wacky Youtube videos of pets, extreme sports, or troops shooting civilians
It's not part of any Facebook campaign, petition, or quiz
This song may not be put in a powerpoint as a towering example of the power of social media
Particularly if by some unlikely quirk of fate it actually is
This song may not appear on any Top Gear CD of Essential Driving Anthems
It's not streamable in Grand Theft Auto, playable in Guitar Hero, or available in Simlish, the made-up language of The Sims
This song may not be compared by reviewers to either Thou Shalt Always Kill or The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Unless it's telling everyone they also ought to listen to them
And people say "You can't control your work once it's out there"
And I say "Hey, has anyone really tried?"
And music supervisors, and X-Factor contestants, and shopkeepers ask: Am I seriously suggesting that all these things should now take place in a tense, awkwardly expectant silence?
And I say, really that's between you and LCD Soundsystem, I'm just trying to draw a line
And Daft Punk Is Playing (Daft Punk Is Playing)
Daft Punk Is Playing (Daft Punk Is Playing)
Daft Punk Is Playing (Daft Punk Is Playing)
Daft Punk Is Playing (Daft Punk Is Playing)
And I've nothing against Poundland (nothing against Poundland)
I've nothing against Poundland (nothing against Poundland)
I've nothing against Poundland (nothing against Poundland)
I've nothing against Poundland
I just don't want that to happen to me
I know you won't use Facebook to tell me you've changed your mind
But just in case there's just a chance I'm on there all the time
Where the screens are full of details of the people that we know
And if you thought we had a shot it really doesn't show
There's always new ways to miss you here in the updates and the feeds
When you make new friends or take photos of men it sends the full telemetry
It suggests your name in searches, but mercifully somehow
doesn't mention your relationship status, 'cos that's too much right now
So it's like
There's no trace of your embrace there on Facebook (on your Facebook profile)
Our long conversations don't rate a mention there on Facebook (on your Facebook profile)
It'll be like we never spent those times together there on Facebook (on your Facebook profile)
And I'm still clicking where I'm still missing you on Facebook (on your Facebook profile)
And I guess there must be settings to help this torment end
I could just block the updates or delete you as a friend
But receiving these reminders with the feelings fading out
And agreeing that they're fleeting is what being here's about
Till it's like
There's no trace of your embrace then on Facebook
Our long conversations won't rate a mention then on Facebook
It'll be like we never spent those times together then on Facebook
And I'll stop clicking when I've stopped missing you on Facebook
There's always new ways to miss you here on Facebook
And some things should just disappear from Facebook
One day I'll put all this behind me on Facebook
But there'll always be some things to remind me on Facebook
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/231390045290
(also "plays" a passable Pachelbel's Canon, Total Eclipse of the Heart:
youtube.com/watch?v=gv5uV_uCJDY )
I knew this multiplex when it was all fields, now it's a car park
And the birdsong's been replaced with spinning wheels in the half-dark
I guess it started when we started talking, way back
Now we digest ecosystems and we excrete tarmac
And roads bisect the outback
And towns spread up the lanes
Like infections spread up veins
Girl I'll take you out, wanna show you how
Culture has become the Death Force
I'll affect my swag, you'll toss your hair and pout
Culture has become the Death Force
As I hold your waist, as my hands head south
As you press your mouth against my mouth
Human culture has become the Death Force
Culture is the Death Force
Ethical bushmeat burger restaurant
Stem cells of any species that you want
Every extinct animal under the sun
From gene bank to broth tank to bun
The chimpanzee sounds fun
[Chorus]
A fusion reactor for every family home
The oceans boil off into space
We distill new oceans from our hubris and testosterone
And nanotech means things will work out great
'Til the quadracopters learn to self replicate
[Chorus]
From Geoffrey Chaucer to Radio 4 -- Culture is the Death Force
Orphan sources, Chief Inspector Morse -- Culture is the Death Force
Organised religion, the domesticated horse -- Culture is the Death Force
Kill another mammal, autopsy the corpse -- Culture is the Death Force
You say you're hyperactive
Your concentration flips from one thing to another
And it makes you so distracted
But there's some things you've yet to discover
Like I'm nodding at this news that you're not stable
But I'm listening to the conversation that they're having at the next table
You can't stop staring at TVs, And you turn up whenever you damn well please
But you don't really ADD like I do
You're always texting while we're talking, Cos normal conversation's just too boring
But you don't really ADD like I do
And I don't believe you hear or see like I do
I don't think you're getting the bored expressions flashing across my face in fractions of a second
It's like you don't have the channels I've subscribed to
Because you don't ADD, you don't ADD like me
(You can't stop staring at TVs,)
- and while we're glamorising neurological conditions
(you turn up whenever you damn well please)
- I'd like to emphasise that it's not a competition
(You're always texting while we're talking)
- I'm sure there's things you feel more severely
(But you don't really)
- you don't nearly
(You don't really)
- you don't clearly
You don't really ADD like me
github.com/fakebitpolytechnic/cheapmidi/tree/master/midicode-all-lua
OLD TEXT: "Short demo of github.com/nardi/rbkey-midi in action - increasingly there are easier ways of doing this now, but you do also get MIDI data from the pitch bend and modulation control strip and can change octave with the D-Pad, which I didn't realise at the time.
In theory it should work on Windows as well but I couldn't get all the required Node.js components to install properly, you may have better luck with that..."
Business at Croydon's Crown Hill franchise of Kentucky Fried Chicken has gone through the roof
since nude near-table dancing club For Your Eyes Only
opened directly across the street
South London men like cheap meat
We go out
Hunting women in packs
Watching each other's backs
Play XBox to relax
Dream of slaughtering our enemies
We get high
Index of Body Mass
Shake our overweight ass
Fail the tests for the SAS
Chilli on the chicken doner please
Down the hill, a man pisses against a wall
A doner kebab in his free hand
Chilli sauce and grease drip from the kebab
Congealing like wax in the urine around his feet
South London men like cheap meat
We go out
Hunting women in packs
Watching each other's backs
Play XBox to relax
Dream of slaughtering our enemies
We get high
Index of Body Mass
Shake our overweight ass
Fail the tests for the SAS
Chilli on the chicken doner please
Finish your Fat Belly's Breakfast and it's on the house
So, while he's gagging on bacon rinds and he's got chest pain consistent with the beginnings of coronary heart disease
His mates are watching
And there's no way he's going to admit defeat
South London men like cheap meat
And they say love is half your burger on the N109 night bus out through Brixton
And they say love is half your burger on the N109 night bus out through Streatham
And they say love is half your burger on the N109 night bus out through Norbury
And they say love is half your burger on the N109 night bus down to Croydon
1x Arduino Nano running Mozzi synth library http://www.fakebitpolytechnic.com
1x Yamaha MU10 sound module (which we got for £5 at a boot sale)
1x Roland MC303 (not as good as a real TB303, but less than £100 second-hand)
Lager: performers' own
Your downloads infringed our copyright
We traced the requests
The files were unencrypted
And bound for your address
We analysed our log files
We were unimpressed
Cut your umbilical cord
To the developed West
The Norse detective novels are redacted from the tablet in your hand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
You're excommunicated from the Church of Kurzweil and Ayn Rand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
You triggered alerts in our credit control systems
Knocked back by payday loan website algorithms
Now there's a dude in a white van outside your house
To turn your water off like EDF turned your lights out
You miss your payments, don't return our calls, you ignore our demands
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
Now you will die of thirst, your sinuses and throat as dry as sand
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
And all the video you put on Youtube to promote your band
And all the drum loops you just sampled in, you'll wish you'd played by hand
We're using app stores since the file share sites were shut down by the Man
Just tell me who'll replace us in this revolution you've got planned?
What part of "we control the infrastructure" do you not understand?
I've cut the intro on how it might have been easier to make "Ebeneezer Goode" more Dickensian ("He's a Scrooge, he's a Scrooge, his fortune's huge, he's Ebeneezer Scrooge"). Oh and the clip at the end is from Kate Walsh's covers album Peppermint Radio http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B003VPC75M/needtoknow0e
which also has acoustic versions of Blur's Beetlebum and EMF's Unbelievable - looking forward to the Xmas TV ads featuring those...
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Maybe you despise my leisuretime activities
Maybe I aspire to a special place in history
I want to be remembered with inventors and philanthropists
Despite confining my adventures to the kind of worlds that don't exist
While you were measuring out your life in JD Wetherspoons
I became a mighty warlord, like Genghis Khan or Kim Jong-Un
I'm the mayor of San Andreas, president of Eve Online
Look upon my handiworks, on PSN or XBox Live
I've conquered worlds - in any fictive conflict, I will come off best
I've conquered worlds - yet no-one that I tell's the slightest bit impressed
They need to see the Youtube clip where my victory flag unfurls
On my conquered worlds, on my conquered worlds, on my conquered worlds
I've conquered worlds
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a pleasure-dome decree
That's not a patch on what I've made in Minecraft recently
I'm considered deadly in Middle Earth or Azeroth
My exploits will be legendary till they turn the servers off
I've conquered worlds - I've carved through galaxies with a bullet or a knife
I've conquered worlds - yet somehow I'm a failure in my actual life
You should hear the ridicule I get, the insults that are hurled
But I'm not trying to make new friends, I'm trying to conquer worlds
Trying to conquer worlds
I'm like the Napoleon of these imaginary realms/ Versus me
Alexander the great would be greatly overwhelmed
My list of online victories shows I'm not "weirdly defensive"
I would put them on my CV but printer ink's expensive
I've conquered worlds - the triumphs of so many, cared about by so few
I’ve conquered worlds – Kinect can’t detect the tears I’ve shed at the things I’ve had to do
I've conquered worlds - my RSI's a nightmare, my spine's permanently curved
That's just the price when you've lived a life that's full - full of
conquered worlds
I've conquered worlds
I know this sounds completely bonkers
but I've lost count of the worlds I've conquered
It's not that I'm some kind of monster
But I reallly like to conquer worlds, that's why I've conquered worlds!
0:00 James Gale, Total Control Magazine ("Don't look at my pie")
4:32 Jim Haryott, Computeractive Magazine ("Have you been in many fights?" "Not like this, no")
6:50 Leo Sayer ("Have a handful of jam")
7:40 Gia Milinovich
5:30 viewer comments: Daniel Vesma, Andrea Semark, Daniel Vesma again, Keith Lawler
Pt 2 here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYL_MMQmIg4
At the house of Lee Coombs
We discuss a website
For his record label
We look at the old site
On his shiny laptop
An the coffee table
He's got a home studio
With a 303
(classic acid synth)
Set up on a mezzanine
Above the bedroom
Preaching from his plinth
Why can't I be like Lee Coombs?
Is it because I am a tithead?
He used to DJ acid house
Now he plays breakbeat
He's always on the scene
He plays Brazilian festivals
With all the girls there
You know what I mean
No-one attends my concerts
Or chants my lyrics
Or dances to my tunes
Why can't I be successful?
Why can't I be more -
Be more like Lee Coombs?
Why can't I be like Lee Coombs?
Is it because I'm scared of my own power?
No: it's because I am a tithead.