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Blur – Boozer Friendly 

The walls of the bar at Amsterdam’s American Hotel are home to a gallery of international celebrities. Here is Deryl Hall, smirking down at the clammy throng of career-drinking business women; over there, the regal faces of Terence Trent D’Arby and Lenny Kravitz. It’s quite a collection, but not one that impresses Blur’s guitarist, Graham Coxon. “Where the hell is Dudley Moore??” He asks, weaving into the bar with a glass of champagne. “I mean, it’s not much of a Hall of Fame without Dudley, is it?”

We are soon joined by suave singer Damon Albarn, diffident drummer Dave Rowntree, and Blur’s foppish Ace of Base, Alex James. They’ve just finished watching themselves perform their new single, “Country House”, on Top of Pops, and are in a bullish mood. The single went number one in britain – trouncing rivals Oasis into second place with their “Roll with it”, which came out on the same day. And reviews of Blur’s fourth album, “The grest escape”, are uniformly ecstatic. In these great days for British pop, Blur are having the best days of all. “Lovely jubbly!!” exclaims Alex, raising his glass in salution, “Let’s go crazy!” Read More

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Blur Song Facts | How did they do that? 

All the quotes that follow are from lenghty interviews conducted in May 1995 with Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Alex James, Dave Rowntree, Stephen Street, Dave Balfe and Andy Ross. The songs appear in the order they were recorded, not in the order they were released. For example, a typical Blur song from late 1991 or early 1992 might sit in the vaults for two years before a home is found for it on the b-side of a 12-inch single or CD. Thanks to Mike Smith and John Smith for chronological guidance. Read More

Blur Get Introspective On Their New Album

By David Sprague

It’s a crisp, clear morning in New York’s Central Park, and for a change, Blur frontman Damon Albarn is able to appreciate having his feet planted on American soil. While the 27-year-old singer has explored the park’s paths on previous visits to New York, he spent most of those hikes in blue funks heightened by a steady Walkman-fed diet of mope-pop guru Scott Walker. Today, however, Albarn is positively effusive, whistling a chorus of “Tea For Two”, even breaking into a brief soft-shoe as he exists the door of his label’s midtown offices. “I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve been happy to be in America,” says Albarn, who used to exhibit his Yankophobia in sullen displays of attitude that made journalists tremble and brought at least one record company operative to tears. “In the past we were obstinate,” Albarn says. “Now we’re looking for ways to translate, as opposed to demanding people understand us on our own terms.” Read More