I think I’m about to go download-only in my music consumption.Â I’m drowning in CDs, here in my office in the back of Ellis Castle.Â And, frankly, a lot of them got ripped for the one or two or three really good songs on them and then got tossed in a pile.
Today, I discovered two things.Â One, my old Emusic account still works, and they had theÂ piece I heard in a Second Life DJ’s set the other week (“The Sins Of Megalopolis” by Black Lung).Â Within a minute of thinking of the thing again, I had it to own.Â I like that kind of velocity.Â Two (and the link will turn up in the auto-dump from del.icio.us later), I found that Brad Laner‘s releasing his new album as download-only.
Add to this the fact that my local mail loses a fuck of a lot of parcels, and I’m thinking it’s time to trade from plastics to bits.Â Aside from my occasional shipments of Finnish music, which is bastard impossible to find unless I use Fonal or one of the few specialist distributors of that peculiar strain of Suomi tribal psych-folk I love.Â (And the packaging of those things is just beautiful.Â Not something you can say about most CDs.)
So my project for the nextÂ fortnight is tracking Emusic releases against the weekly releases of a decent indie record store like Piccadilly Records (who are an excellent store, but are having great problems getting deliveries to me).Â It’s time to just start backing up mp3s onto CD-RWs that I can sleeve and book, so that these shelves full of jewel cases don’t crack and crush me to death.Â And in any case, I am a busy man, and cannot always wait for the post office to send me a parcel full of cracked jewel boxes several days later.Â It is time I received my music instantly, and stored it on minimally packaged discs and in various forms of drive.Â Because this is teh futur3 zomg 11111! etc etc, you know the drill by now.
No theme to what I’m listening to today.Â I’m mostly listening through stuff I’ve been sent or found through the Hype Machine last weekend.Â Like “We Do Not Fuck Around” by Viva Voce, which is kind of gentle and subdued, but I love the structure (give it a couple of minutes to get going).Â “The First Vietnamese War” by the Black Angels is a rolling, stomping thing with the doomy growl of Sixties psych-rock.Â “The Dying Hour” by The Clauberg Opera I talked about the other day: it stabs the experimentalism back into post-rock and digs an escape tunnel out of the dead end that subgenre ran into a couple of years back.
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