"...'Ere, that Kek bloke does he still write about music or has he completely disappeared up his own arse in vrrrt
of spectral moonshine song of Ill-Signed Kentucky NASA scientists discover new Hot Jupiter exo-world of approx. nine Earth-masses in 104 Piscium-B system moonage daydream master-tapes of unreleased 3rd Mick Ronson solo album..."Urrmmrl
...whassat? Sorry, must've nodded off for a minute there...dreamt I was an insect who dreamt he was James Joyce writing up my own thought-patterns. *stretches and climbs off the sofa*
Away, big congrats to Burial
for getting nominated for a Mercury Prize. I bet he's really
pissed off about that.
My wife reminded me today: "Bloody hell, you said that
was going to happen last september..." And so I did, but it was just a random comment and I never blogged about it, so now I just look like I'm being a smartarse-after-the-fact...
Still, this partial colonisation of his music by the mainstream ("coffee-tablisation") presents B with all sorts of interesting career dilemmas: as flattering as the nomination is, I'm sure it was never particularly high on his, uh, life-list. He's just not a status-driven person. Wonder if he'll drop the Burial moniker completely now and burrow in deeper, or just bugger off and make a quiet (but well-paid) back-room living from doing film 'atmospherics' and games-soundtracks. I don't think he's exactly short on offers.
Plus, what on Earth would he wear to the awards even if he did go: a shadow? A blur? A crime-scene chalk outline? A light-saturated polaroid of a boarded-up kebab-house in New Cross? El-B's snare-sound?
Anyway, all o'this makes Martin Blackdown's recent words
even more bloody poignant:
"When it comes to music, especially Dubstep, I absolutely, 100% do not fucking want anyone who’s anyone right now to do any more fucking compromising. Now, of all times in Dubstep, please could everyone just not compromise
, whatsoever, about anything? Burial, Kode, Mala, Shackleton, Martyn, Zomby, Joker, Sully, Guido, Darkstar, Ikonika, Appleblim, Quest, Starkey, TRG: could you all please just do you
, to the max."
Amen to that.