Articles by JimF

Jim Finnigan Poop 05

Well my ultimate PoOP list is here and I didn’t even write it! Simon Reynolds book Rip It Up and Start Again – Postpunk 1978-1984 was my favorite musical experience of the year. Not the book alone – I DJ’d my reading experience with the records listed or mentioned in the text, and the soundtrack on my stereo(s) was better by far than anything else that made it to my turntables or CD players. And what a selection: Slits meets Pop Group meets Gang of Four meets Mutant Disco meets 99 meets On-U meets PiL meets YMG meets Joly [!]…


Jim Finnigan Poop 04

Despite the fact that my choices hardly ever effect the PoOP standings, I still feel it is my duty to muze and music to have a go at PoOP. I didn’t hear much that grabbed my ear musically, this year, so my list is rather subdued. I suspect that this is a symptom of the Post-Election Trauma Syndrome (PETS) that I and a lot of my friends and neighbors are experiencing as well. While I was not particularly fond of the Democratic candidate, anything promised to be better than the doofus fascist who apparently won thanks to the people in…


Jim Finnigan Poop 03

Turbines to Power! Rockets to Speed! DAS LIED DER DEUTSCHEN What does it say about me that I chose as my album of the year a Kraftwerk record that was made in 1983 and has been sitting on a shelf for 20 years? Florian und Rolf have either been tweaking the thing all this time or they just got tired of it or maybe they needed the money. Note that they still haven’t written any new songs since 1986, except for Expo 2000. Nice way to make a living. But the thing was continually on my stereo. No other electro…


Jim Finnigan Poop 02

Surely no artist held a candle to the wonderful weird wild Wacko Jacko. I dare Marilyn Manson or GWAR or Karen Finley or Mariah Carey to try to top this wonderful conceptual art guru who has emerged from the depths of a bathtub filled with naked 14-year old television boystars to become the Performance Artist of the Century! Imagine! Producing an album that didn’t sell even though it had a $30million publicity budget! And then to accuse Tommy Mottola of being a bad boy and denying black artists the royalties and respect due them. And then people like Russell Simmons…


Jim Finnigan Poop 01

TONIGHT LET’S ALL MAKE LOVE IN LONDON AS IF IT WERE THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND ONE.’ – ALLEN GINSBERG. 1967 Well, did’ja? Did any of the predictions for 2001 come true? Other than my prediction from last year’s PoOp that ‘It’ll all end in tears’ and that Bush would have us all in concentration camps, et cetera. Life has resumed, PoOp is back in bloom, and the horrors of Sept. 11 are behind us now. Are they? At first I was unsure of whether to continue with PoOp, but then I decided that yes, I’ll go with it, and…