As of end of play tomorrow, I'll not be around these parts so much – since the events of last week I've been pulling together loose ties, wrapping up arranged features and generally trying to clean the slate prior to Sean Adams’ retaking of the editorial hot seat. Good luck to him – I barely moved from it in two years, such is the workload and the weight forever on the shoulders.
I’ve one further feature to finish, on Bill Drummond (regarding his new book, 17), which will be online early next week. He was a lovely interviewee – we talked about synesthesia, the inside of pianos, Pingu and some other stuff I can’t recall. Oh, THE DEATH OF MUSIC, probably. It’s a nice piece to end my writing for DiS on… for the time being.
‘Time being’ because I’m the sort to never say never – while I won’t be contributing to DiS over the next few months, if the ship’s steadied after a period of inevitable choppiness I may breeze by. Being made redundant, whatever the circumstances, can leave a rather unsavoury taste in the mouth, and mine’s unlikely to go away too soon.
If you were one of the many who commented on my departure in a previous thread, thanks, as it means a lot to know my efforts didn’t go completely unnoticed. Be your comment positive or negative (I noticed a few), they all count, so I’m pleased to have made an impression.
What next: I’ll be getting married, and then I suppose I’ll try to get my career on track. A few people have been in touch with new projects and proposals, so fingers crossed that good shall come of that. Should any readers here REALLY miss my nonsensical ramblings about bands 3 per cent of the music-savvy populous give a shit about, I’ve set up a rather shabby blog, onto which words will be shed irregularly. Find it here:
First person to name the band the blog’s inspired by, title wise, wins a biscuit. Not that I can send them one. It’s the thought that counts.
The only other thing to add is that this Saturday, August 30, I’ll be ‘hosting’ – i.e. getting drunk at – my final DiScover Club at the Notting Hill Arts Club in London. Doors are at 4pm, the policy’s over-18s only, and entry is absolutely free. Drinks are at happy hour prices for the whole show, too – kick-out is at 8pm. Find more information, if you want it:
If you know me, say hi. If not, stay out of the way as chances are I’ll vomit on your shoes.