Category: Music

  • I’m a very different person today, with different priorities

    Via Simon Reynolds, I learn that David Stubbs, one of the core Melody Maker writers during my brief stint as a regular reader thereof, has got a fancy new website. Based on this sample, it’ll be worth reading for guidance on how to age gracefully with regard to one’s publicly-aired opinions: I’m not just embarrassed…

  • venue rules

  • weird shit is afoot on Spotify

    I have no idea. A friend I showed this to yesterday asked me if I’d listened to it, as it cropped up in my “trending albums for you” feed. I replied that of course I haven’t listened to it; I’m way too scared of banjaxxing my recommendation-algo profile by clicking through on something that shows…

  • blues funeral

    Mark Lanegan’s gone. Hard pressed to pick a favourite tune, though Bubblegum is easily the album I’ve listened to most, so here’s one of the ones that’s always struck me as a masterpiece marriage of songwriting and delivery: Sad to lose another of the singers that shaped my youth, but—as I remarked to L____ when…

  • cultural fracking / “indie sleaze”

    Nothing is more eyerollingly contemptible than someone else’s nostalgia, for the very obvious reason that—d’uh—there were better things to be nostalgic about when I was young. The above, for the avoidance of doubt, is meant to be read as deeply ironic, but there’s also an element of truth to it. This has become very apparent…