There is more and more talk about how streaming is the inevitable future of the music industry. And many of my friends use Spotify and love it. But I can’t for the life of me see how the business model adds up.
And I’m not saying it doesn’t, or couldn’t. I’m just saying that I can’t see it. And if anyone fancies explaining it to me I’ll be happy to hop on board the streaming train.
The last blog was a rant. A looooooong rant. I started to think of it as the Blogpost That Would Not Die. Every time someone would comment or repost I would feel the urge to add another 2,000 words to it.
So, a change of pace. The tune of the moment, dear Diary, is ‘Yeavering’ by Kathryn Tickell.
Saturday morning I saw an article in the Telegraph about a photo of David Cameron posing with some Morris dancers in Banbury. The Morris dancers had their faces blacked. Since then the Guardian picked up on the story. And the Independent. And the Daily Mail. And so on. Twitter is going a little crazy for it right now, unsurprisingly.
This year you’re going to be hearing LOTS from me! I’ll be posting lots of gigs, lots of new recordings, yada-yada-yada…
Yeah, you’ve heard this before, haven’t you Diary. “I’m going to write to you all the time from now on! I know I’ve been shit up to now, but I can change! I can change!! I’m going to make such an effort – it’ll be like it’s a New Me! You’ll see… pithy posts and witty insights left, right and centre! You’ll be dazzled!”
Total fucking silence for 6 months.
But you know what, I’m not even going to apologise for it this time.