(‘Broadcast – The Long-Playing Record’ by Hans Dinkelberg)


Dear Diary,

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.

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(‘Spotify’ by Blixt)


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.

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Yeavering. Not a verb, but a noun. (Photo by Andrew Curtis.)
Yeavering. A noun, not a verb. (Photo by Andrew Curtis.)

Dear Diary,

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. 

View ‘Yeavering’ in iTunes 

(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.)

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Extraordinary picture, isn’t it.

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.

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