Well, Sunday was an enjoyable and fairly exhausting 9 hours in the studio, recording tracks for a Laura Theis album I’m producing. It was a day of checklists: Continue reading
There’s been a run of music business related posts recently, and… I know that you’re not fantastically interested in the music business.
It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise.
You’re a diary.
You want scandal, and…
Okay, you want basically just want scandal. You want salacious gossip, inappropriately revealing detail. You want, in a word, intimacy. Because of course you’re not just a diary: you’re a pillow book.
And of course I’m happy to oblige. I enjoy writing that stuff more anyway.
So, Diary, explain to me… please… because I really don’t understand it…
Why would any professional musician right now want to put their music on Spotify?
Taylor Swift has just removed her entire catalogue from the music screaming service, to much internet hububbery. And earlier in the year there was a similar hubbub when a Grammy-nominated artist shared his royalty statements.
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.
So, all eyes and ears in recent weeks have been on the BBC’s 2014 John Peel Memorial Lecture, given by none other than Iggy Pop.
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.
(I was sort of hoping to embed a YouTube video here of her playing it live or something, but I can’t find one. Strange how rare that is these days.)