I spend too much time staying up late and finding new music. The internet seems to have given me a limited attention span, so I have decided to review some of it to make sure I give it a proper listen before it gets neglected and lost forever in the black hole that is iTunes. My blog is www.noisenotes.wordpress.com and as an unemployed graduate I have no excuse to not keep it updated.
My music tastes are an amalgamation of a ten year personal musical evolution. Buck-O Nine in Camden was my live-gig baptism and from then on my early teens were dedicated to an uninhibited passion for Punk Ska - no matter how cheesy, anything with black and checkers had my seal of approval. Skanking on the weekends to the likes of Less Than Jake, Spunge, and Catch 22 at the Astoria in London has left me with a wardrobe of crusty band t-shirts. Though I rarely revisit my dusty cd rack full of Moon Ska compilations, I still maintain that Mad Caddies' Duck & Cover is a masterpiece and RX Bandits deserve to be in the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame.. I discovered NME at the end of my GCSE's and it became my bible as I transitioned from baggy jeans and mohicans to angular guitars and a desperation to be 'cool'. Luckily this coincided with the golden years of Britpop's second coming between 2004 and 2006/7. My musical tastes pretty much mirrored the NME end of year top fifty albums list. At University, I spent far too much time devoted to student journalism. As editor of my student paper, I abused my power to steal the best promo copies. I doggedly clung on to this luxury when I stepped down by becoming music editor and redirecting music pr emails with new records to my personal email. I never thought I would use the bio box for DiS as a confessional. It was a great time to share and swap music and my music library began to expand at a vast rate. As an unemployed graduate, I seem to have outgrown any pretensions for hipness and appear to be embracing guilty pleasures at an unhealthy rate. Now, anything with a melody will be on repeat for a week - Panic at the Disco to PJ Harvey, J.Cole to Joy Orbison, Capdown to The Clash. A small box about music tastes seems to have turned into an autobiography... oh well.
My sole claim to fame is that my mate's uncle is the bass player in Feeder. Unfortunately, they are pretty terrible, so the only respect I have received as a result is when it helped me wangle a free weekend ticket to Reading Festival. I also have a website with a freelance portfolio that seems to be growing at the pace of a particularly slow snail. It's here: www.jimvnorton.com