Yes, yes. I promised you a daily post and I'm only just about maintaining a monthly entry. But, well, you know me better than I know myself so you can't be too surprised.
Did you notice that I've acquired a new domain name? No, well, I've hidden the fact well.
Thoughts on Nick Drake. And Vashti Bunyan. Why do they continue to be popular when fey miserabilism has so many more proficient exponents who aren't achingly shy or dead? What is it about 60s romanticism that appeals to modern folk? Sparse production, the sound of bean-fed dogs wapping in the background, small voices intoning sad and simple truths? Or an undeniable commitment to honesty that is, frankly, more terrifying and from-another-era than anything else on offer?
I wonder.
On the subject of music, if you decide to start listening to anything other than BSS, CSS or AF, then give Divine Comedy another chance. What did Neil Hannon do to prevent himself becoming a national treasure?
