an inch of time is an inch of gold…July 13, 2014 at 2:13 pm | Posted in blog info, no audience underground | 3 Comments
Tags: joe murray, scott mckeating, shameless self-congratulation, the shape of blogs to come
Status report: despite the number of people interested in this stuff being statistically indistinguishable from zero, the micro-climate that this blog reports on could not be sunnier. RFM’s lifetime hit count sits at 72,000, increasing at a rate of 2-3000 a month. The ‘to review’ list is over fifty items deep and a shaming *ahem* ‘several’ months long. It is very exciting, if a bit daunting. Evidence that we are living in a golden age for experimental music is literally piling up around me.
I’m delighted to say that our own endeavours have been proving as welcome as a full English breakfast the morning after a day’s yomp too.
Joe Murray’s recent mid-life crisis tour was a blast and his numerous releases as Posset fizz exuberantly in the catalogues of discerning and forward-thinking microlabels everywhere. Not only that but he is now broadcasting alongside Hasan Gaylani (of Jazzfinger and Popular Radiation) on the lovely Basic FM. Check that out.
Scott ‘Gru’ McKeating has been quiet of late, true, but he is no doubt hatching an evil plan to harness obsessive Matthew Bower fandom for despicable purposes. In the meantime, why not catch up with everything he has released on the dormant-but-smoking Bells Hill and its digital counterpart. Then treat yourself to the unique doomphonics of Black Leather Cop, his duo collaboration with Joe.
My releases this year as midwich have attracted some humbling praise and a couple have sold out their small runs as physical objects. An uncharacteristic modesty forbids me from saying more. Anyway, a piece composed for Joe’s radio show is in its larval stage and a gig at the far end of the year beckons. The Barrel Nut #10 has been compiled and copied and awaits folding and distributing. Contributions to fill numbers #11 and #12 are in hand.
Enormous fun, eh? Indeed. However, seasoned readers are probably expecting a ‘but’. How perceptive of them, here it is:
But… three aspects of ‘real’ life need to be accounted for and will lead to some tweaking of current procedure.
Firstly, home life and parenthood are both terrific but the boy is in a highly mobile developmental stage, needing hawk-like attention on a near-constant basis. It is surprising just how many lethal objects and substances we keep at a knee high level in the house, is it not? And why does bleach come in such brightly coloured and attractive bottles?
Secondly, work life has stepped up several gears. I work in undergraduate university admissions and the exam results and visa application seasons are well under way. This will last until the end of September.
Third and finally, sensing that I am vulnerable my illness has positioned itself on my back wheel and is glaring at me whenever I look over my shoulder. ‘You hate yourself’, the part of my brain that wants to sabotage the rest repeatedly shouts, ‘you want to die’. This tactic is a ridiculous blunt instrument and can usually be swatted aside with the counter-thought: ‘fuck off, I’m universally loved due to being awesome.’ However, sometimes the endless, grinding repetition of the same ugly thought is enough to provoke a weary moment of doubt, even assent.
In summary then: I have very little spare time and that which I do grab is usually spent hallucinating with tiredness and/or batting off the inner demons.
So, what to do? I’d hate for anything as magical and life-affirming as the work I put into music and this blog to become a chore, or something to stress about, so some reining in has to be done. Nothing yells ‘time management’ like an alpha list bullet points:
a) Firstly some apologies: I applaud the patience of those who have submitted material for review and I am afraid that I have to ask for more. Likewise, my email correspondents will have to put up with tardy and short replies for at least a couple of months. Soz.
b) There may have to be a discrete cull of the material that has piled up. I’ve sounded out my comrades about taking some of this stuff on themselves but they have their own commitments and I don’t really want to staunch Joe’s flow as he is doing a bang-up job covering the kinetic poetry/vocal improv beat that mainly leaves your editor befuddled.
c) I will no longer be mentioning zines or the printed word (at least until the backlog is cleared) focussing on recorded music (almost) exclusively. Thus my apologies to Dr. Adolf Steg of Spon, the final issues of which arrived at Midwich Mansions this week. May I call your attention to Uncle Mark’s write-up here instead? Likewise Noness: for thinking people beyond the pale which is a fascinating read and was kind enough to mention The Barrel Nut in passing. Fans of Ceramic Hobs, Lobster magazine and the like will find much of interest, I’m sure, and it is notable for being one of very few fanzines I’ve seen to feature extensive footnotes. It’s mother blog, Nobody’s Business is worth regular visits.
d) Some changes in submission guidelines shall be made to streamline matters. If your release is download only, feel free to send the download link (with a code to dodge payment if applicable). If your release is download and a physical object, again download link (and code if needed) is fine. If your release is physical object only then best to send the physical object. If for reasons of efficiency or poverty you would prefer to sneak me a download then please include a scan of the cover I can use. I’d prefer you not to send wav files as my walkman is fussy about playing them. Likewise, I will only use dropbox under duress because, for technical reasons, I fucking hate it. Preferred methods of getting files to me are via Bandcamp or good quality mp3 files sent via WeTransfer.
e) Adopting a time-management strategy I’ve used before, I may publish more short and group reviews and some more ‘first impressions’ type stuff. Don’t worry – it will be properly thought out and based on the same close listening as ever, just not as meandering. I suspect a bit of discipline might be good for me anyway. I may even crack out some no-audience haiku again, especially for those blog-faves who have been heavily reviewed already. Here’s the first:
Dan, Kev, Lee, Miguel:
these seventeen syllables
may be all you get…
Snigger. OK, onwards! Slowly! Next up: The Barrel Nut #10, soon: The Piss Superstition on fencing flatworm recordings, after: loads of reviews of heart-stoppingly beautiful, rapture-inducing noise wonders.
Love to you all,