Mired in a few deadline-intensive things right now, so, yes, it’s gone a bit quiet here.
RED has commenced shooting, and apparently all is well. Hoping to get out to the set next month, if I can chisel out the time — the start of the year is always work-heavy, and I’m slammed for the next several weeks, poking my head out of my sett sometime in March to sniff the air.
On a completely different tack, I haven’t seen anyone else say this yet, and so Simon Reynolds is QFT:
(The Streets/Mike) Skinner’s last few albums have had this incredible self-erasing man effect, haven’t they? Such a self-whittling to near nothing of a Major Artist of the Decade has rarely been witnessed.
It’s weird, isn’t it? ORIGINAL PIRATE MATERIAL was immature in places, yeah, but it was monstrously strong in most others. And it went straight from there to "cor, it’s ’orrible being rich and famous, innit?" and splat, the fire was out and it never came back. It’s like he lived a twenty-year career in six or seven.
Somewhere in the back of my head is a small book about the ’00s as a haunted decade.
Back to slaving over a hot laptop.