And this site is still defunct, but I’m not. In case anyone stops by and missed the message last time I’m somewhat out of the music reviewing game but (pretty much) all my stuff is archived at www.laikareb.com plus I’m doing my own writer thing over at DylanOrchard.com where I’ve got a brand spanking new novel on the way (May 1st!).
If you’re still out for music, have something to suggest or have a new release for my consideration then go through DylanOrchard.com and drop me a line – I’m still open to spreading the word when I find something good. No out and out press releases though, check what I’ve covered before and make sure what you’ve got fits my tastes, pure spam will just be deleted.
Every story has a soundtrack, or should have. The best music is the stuff which is closest to writing, the tracks which set a scene, tell a story or transport you to another place. Not just by offering an emotional bump but by sending you out on the other side with the outside world looking like a different place. That musicians can do that with an audience of thousands screaming before them has long made me view them with suspicion and no small amount of jealousy. Like the faith healers to the writers’ doctor they seem to get the same results quicker, louder and with more adulation even if we, of course, are the ones who’ll really cure the sick and heal the maimed. But envy for the ideal aside music is up there with booze when it comes to fuelling the craft bit of writing and whenever you look up from the story, finding yourself caught in a brief moment of lucidity it’s the sounds that can wrap you up and remind you of where you are and what you’re doing.
When I write anything I quickly develop an accompanying playlist to see me along the way. Some songs tell their own story, some just set the tone and others offer the release you need when you find yourself trapped in an inescapable thought or idea. And I figured I’d share some of them with y’all…
Courtesy of Dave ‘The Artist’ Vigor here are the front and back covers for the upcoming Crashed America, due for a – er- ‘soft’ release on the 13th of January (Monday!).
In a triumph of poor planning, disorganisation and good, old fashioned, fuck-up-covering ‘artistic temprament’ I’m still making the final changes to the book and frenziedly trying to deal with formatting and getting it on-line – all before I follow the lead character and board a plane for the USA myself on Monday morning.
I’ll be posting here as regularly as I can from the road as well as promoting the book at every opportunity, which I’ll appreciate any and all help with (so share everything!)
For now though it’s time to get back to going cross eyed staring at the screen.
Never have found Russell Brand particularly interesting or funny but then I don’t recall ever watching or reading anything he’s done, so largely a non entity from my point of view. Watched the bulk of the Paxman interview though and fair play to him, his objections and broad goals are valid enough. Just ridiculous that he was being asked to play the role of political scientist though, he’s a comedian and not much more. Even more ridiculous that the internet seems to have been punctuated by people heaping praise on him and seeking to deify him as some sort of political authority for the disillusioned. Misses the point a bit. As most people know in tedious depth I believe in revolution myself and I have my own notions of what a new system would look like but the trick is to segregate my beliefs from the objections. No one figure is here to offer the great answers to the world’s ills. Once those ills are acknowledged the field is wide open on how we deal with them, of course I’ll defend my views but the debate around all of us forming our own opinions is the distillation for a final product which may actually work. If anyone claims to have the absolute and undeniable truth to give you then kick ’em in the balls and walk away, they don’t, not Russell Brand, not me (alas) and certainly not a political class defined by shared interests.
Also, never talk about paradigms outside of academia, makes you sound like a prick.