Ye gods! Is it that time of the week again? A sunny Saturday, simulataneously Roadburn Saturday (where many fine darlings of this very blog are doing their best to rend the space-time matrix asunder with the sheer amplified power of the unintuitive Godhead), 4/20 AND mutha’fuckin’ Record Store Day? Yew’betcha hombre, and another thing. Iiiiiiiiiii’m back! That’s right! After a brief sort-of hiatus where instead of writing about music I wrote about writing about music, if you see? No? Well if you follow me on Twitter (which you totally should do because you’re automagically entered into a competition where you could win twitter updates from me) you might know for the longest time I’ve been assembling a gargantuan dissertation-shaped thing about music journalism, music journalists, and trying to find a job. If you want to hire a pre-emptively washed-up hack with a penchant for the slightly weird of the rock world, please let me know. I’ve contacted Vice but I don’t think they’ll give a job to a prick like me so I’m all unemployed. Time to bask in the post-coital glow of a finished dissertation and enjoy unemployment. And listen to Groundshaker’s excellent Got Those Blues on repeat, because I can and will.
|Enos' big man, looking suitably psychedelic |
at their Edinburgh show.
|Vocalist Chris Rizzanski transmitting |
from Torre Bert
Written under duress by Steven.