British defence secretary backs French EU military plans

Britain's new Defence Secretary John Hutton expressed support for French plans to strengthen European defence capacity, saying: "If we can support it, we should" in an interview published Sunday.

Hutton, who only got the job following a reshuffle of Prime Minister Gordon Brown's Cabinet this month, said it was "perfectly sensible" to work with European Union allies on such issues.

He went on to describe "EU haters" as "pathetic" in an interview with The Sunday Times newspaper.

France, which currently holds the rotating EU presidency, wants to ensure that Europe can stand alone militarily if it needs to. The aim is to be able to deploy 60,000 troops with air and naval support within 60 days by 2018.

But one of its main goals -- the establishment of a real EU military headquarters in Brussels -- has been blocked by Britain, which is keen not to double up on work being done by the NATO military alliance.

Experts say the plans would need backing from Britain which, alongside France, has the EU's biggest defence spend. Hutton's comments suggest a softening of attitude.

"I think we've got to be pragmatic about those things," Hutton told The Sunday Times.

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Rebetika - I guess that's why they call it the Greek blues

Greek blues. To someone unfamiliar with this music, the term might sound like a contradiction. In fact, it's more like a tautology. Four centuries of Ottoman rule until the 20th century might have been tough for a once-proud empire to stomach (although we Greeks hardly needed encouragement. Even at the peak of Greek civilisation 2,500 years ago we still made time to invent tragedy). When pressed to define “real” Greek music, our taxi driver pointed us to rebetika. So the Greek blues has a name. But this was a word I never heard in my childhood, mainly because, by the time my parents were growing up, rebetika had been supplanted by its more well-scrubbed offspring laika - or, to use its literal meaning, “popular”.

My parents never stopped to tell me the real history of Greek music in this century - and, when I grew up and made my own inquiries, I realised why. The music that Greeks have come to recognise as their own was created in the hash dens or tekedhes that lined the port of Piraeus - much of it by Greeks and Turks forced to flee Smyrna (now Izmir) after the catastrophic Greek assault on the city ended in capitulation in 1922. The song titles speak for themselves. Rosa Eskenazi's Why I Smoke Cocaine; Anestis Delias' The Junkie's Complaint; Smoking the Hubble Bubble for Hours by Vamvakaris.

If none of those songs made it to our chip shop, it's hardly surprising. Vamvakaris was the Robert Johnson of rebetika, with a back story just as mythical as Johnson's crossroads encounter with the Devil. Having stowed away as a child from the island of Syros, he vowed to chop off his hand with a meat cleaver if he didn't learn to play the bouzouki within six months. On Why I Smoke Hooka Tobacco, in 1933, he sounds barely conscious - scratching out a minimal modal accompaniment on his bouzouki which wouldn't sound out of place on the first Velvet Underground album.

Anyway, my parents would have struggled to find this music on any records at the time. In 1936, the Greek music industry was in its infancy when Ioannis Metaxas' Fascist Government came to power. That Greece was adopting a form of music that hailed from Asia Minor was a huge embarrassment to Metaxas, who thought that everyone ought to be listening to Mozart.

Many of rebetika's foremost practitioners may have been refugees, but their camaraderie created a subculture of sharply-dressed, streetwise men. Just as Jamaica had its rude boys and hip-hop spawned male archetypes who identified themselves as “gangstas”, rebetika had the manga. “Hey mangas,” begins Poser, written in 1935 by Delias, shortly after acquiring the heroin addiction that ended his life. “If you're going to carry a knife/ You'd better have the guts, poser, to pull it out.” If Metaxas' instinct was to outlaw the people who made this music, what he actually did was far cleverer. He co-opted them. Tsitsanis removed cadences from his music that might be deemed “Asian” in character. Vamvakaris followed suit. “He simply had no choice,” says his son Stelios, also a musician. “The lyrics had to be generalised. If he wanted to carry on putting records out and feed his family, he needed to be careful not to fall foul of the censors.”

The effects of Metaxas' censorship have resounded throughout Greek life long after his demise. Take the case of Manos Hadjidakis, the man behind arguably the most well-known piece of Greek music in the past 100 years, Never on Sunday. In 1949 Hadjidakis gave a speech at the Arts Theatre in Athens, urging Greeks to embrace rebetika as an authentic expression of their Greekness. His words were greeted with such vilification that he was urged by the Greek chief of police to lie low for a few months. As his adopted son, George Hadjidakis, explains: “The feeling out there was that how could this man have the temerity to drag the rebetes, with their hashish, with their drug problems, on to the boulevards of uptown Athens.”

Undaunted, Hadjidakis assimilated rebetika melodies and lyrics into his own music. His achingly beautiful Six Folklore Melodies album was an act both political and artistic. “It didn't matter where this music had come from,” George Hadjidakis says. “After so many years under Ottoman rule, he realised that Greece didn't have a classical music to call its own. That's what he set about doing, using rebetika, traditional rural folk songs and Byzantine influences.” Compared with the job at hand, celebrity was a mere distraction. In 1964, months after Hadjidakis received his Oscar for Never on Sunday, his cleaner retrieved it from a bin bag.

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Greeks honour fallen hero Byron with a day of his own

The poet whose verse was more feared by the Ottoman Empire than insurgents' bullets has won the belated honour of a "day of celebration" in the country he romanticised, Greece.

Nearly 200 years after George Gordon, Lord Byron, invoked the battles of Marathon and Thermopylae to "dream that Greece might still be free", the government in Athens has announced a Byron day on the anniversary of the writer's death.

Readings, drama and school outings will celebrate the role of the peer, who partly redressed a reputation for bisexual immorality by dying while preparing to serve in the Greeks' revolutionary navy. More practically, he used his inherited fortune as the 6th Lord Byron to fit out the rebels' fleet.

The new feature of the modern Greek calendar will fall on April 19, the date Byron died in 1824 at Messolonghi in Western Greece. He had chosen a high profile target to attack in the shape of the Ottoman fortress at Lepanto, scene of the greatest naval defeat ever suffered by the Sultan's forces, in 1571.

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Sarkozy: "Arabic is the language of the future"

The French government is strongly advocating the teaching of Arabic language and civilization in French schools. Not surprising, considering the number of Arabs and Muslims in France, and the unctuous deference with which they are treated by officials, beginning notably with Nicolas Sarkozy, who cannot praise enough the splendor of Arabic contributions to the world.

The French National Assembly was the scene of a meeting earlier this month of the first Conference on the Teaching of Arabic Language and Culture, attended by a variety of interested parties. There was much wearisome blather about the need for "dialogue."

In his message to the participants, French President Nicolas Sarkozy called Arabic the "language of the future, of science and of modernity," and expressed the hope that "more French people share in the language that expresses great civilizational and spiritual values."

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Greece: Youth mayhem continues

Later Friday, about 50 protesters interrupted the official premiere of the Greek National Theater, holding up banners urging people to join the demonstrations. A slogan spray-painted outside the Bank of Greece seemed to reflect the mood: “Merry crisis and a happy new fear.”

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