I’d like to direct everyone’s attention to the new Enmore Audio blog. The goal is a self contained creative project environment without any specific commercial goals. It will be a project by project based workflow not specifically motivated by cash flow. By association and invitation to the recording studio. We’ll see says the guy who wants another 12 $5000 compressors… and yes it’s another australian studio so there you have it.
Monday Records and the Happy gigs are the reason I have been completely and utterly consumed of late. No wit, no humor, no anecdotes or tales of lust, love, loss, et al … So Monday Records can become the subject at hand. Happy. Be there. While in my spare time I have been finding ways of developing the new blog design program, I had to shelve it for the time being. Sad I know.
I should add that this started as my main blog, my launch pad for all other creativity and ingenuity in the blog-o-sphere but necessity rules and it has become an ugly shell and I hate my recent blogs and I’m tired plus my spelling really sucks when I’m not happy.
I enjoyed Juno recently. I felt cool when they mentioned McSweeney’s. That is all.
I’ve just realised that my last Blog entry was almost a month ago and it made me sad. Well okay not sad, but a little bummed. It’s with good reason however. I had a ‘block’ of blogging and now I’m in the middle of a ‘block’ of booking gigs for Happy our latest musical adventure. This is a Monday Records initiative with the help of Anna Ballantine, DPM Creative Group and the Sly Fox. In addition to that we’re almost about to start building the studio with no name so these are pretty crazy times.
I’m going to hazard a medical analogy. If a flooded house is like a heart attack you survive then rising damp is like a growth you don’t notice until it smells… What the hell am I talking about? Well folks, Monday Records stores it’s CD stock under my house. Opanoni Stamps & Coins, EGBDF, Circle Just Keep Swimming and the Xmas Omas digi-packs and it would seem that over the past few months, they’ve slowly but surely been accumulating moisture, one micro-milliliter at a time and growing very, very slowly. The damage? About 1200 full length CD’s with a retail value of around $25,000. No, they weren’t insured. As if it wasn’t hard enough running an indie label! [long exhale]…
I’ve heard the term fire sale a million times. Signs in windows, ads in the paper, flyers. At least once a month somewhere or other someone is having a fire sale. I always thought it just meant ‘super-urgent-we’re-going-broke’ sale. But no, it actually means ‘we’ve-just-had-a-fire-and-everything-is-shit-or-smells-or-both-so-come-buy-it-cheap’ sale. Wow! I’m so glad I finally worked that one out. Funny how there are all these little bits of info that for one reason or another you never quite learn. Your paths, your millions of decisions in the hundreds of days you’ve been alive have collectively avoided teaching you that one little thing. The meaning of a word, the capital city of a really important country, a person famous for something very important and then less obvious things like a certain author or book, an artist or musician and things like the fire sale. You can’t know it all, but you certainly do come across people from time to time who seem to know a hell of a lot. I have personally never met someone who explained the term fire sale or more importantly rising damp.
Enter my free water sale. For the next few weeks we’ll be putting piles of water logged CD’s out the front of 29 Liberty St Enmore for people to come along and rescue. I think the CD’s inside are okay but I can’t be sure. I can’t really bring myself to open them up. Swing past anytime.
The picture I included is of a pile of about 150 copies of Xmas Omas. They’ve melted into each other and become one large gluey digi-pack brick. I’m trying to eat it to absorb it’s energy and become a superhero.
I may have mentioned that a new album is bubbling under the proverbial hood. It’s probably ridiculous and really premature to be talking about a new piece of art before the most recent* is even out there. However such is the path of the artist that the old is so old before it’s even finished that you can’t wait to get to the next piece because of what you’ve learnt during the making of the last piece. It’s true for everyone whether or not they put it that it. The next record is going to be darker. Without losing any of that pop sensibility we can barely avoid, it’s going to have less words and more space for the music. This revelation has come through the last few months worth of live reinterpretations that I’ve been doing. It’s so much harder not to play but now I’m hooked on it and want to extend that process on an entire record. There are already more than enough songs but the songs aren’t quite right and neither is the subject matter completely in focus. I want this album to be like a very shallow depth of field: you can still see and feel everything else however the focus is contained in that cell and furthermore contained in that frame. The cell being the focal point and the frame being the landscape in which it’s set. Xmas Omas hinted strongly at these possibilities and to a certain extent they were realised but in a overly conceptualized manner. I think I had to over compensate in order to make that breakthrough.
Furthermore, in the spirit of working in blocks and expanding the format I can easily see the everyday radi blog being taken over for a spell in the name of the new album’s blog. Every record ever made needs to be documented in more ways than just the finished product. This will do very nicely. More later.
*That would be our album Molasses Sandwiches. We tried to secure a local distributor but I think I’ve pretty much exhausted all the local relationships. We’re not a band that sells records yet so no one really gives a shit. I wouldn’t either.
Um yeah so I’ve been giving out the glorious http://www.mondayrecords.com URL to everyone and I just found out it’s been down for three weeks. Some dick face at Melbourne IT thought it would be sweet to expedite our new email hosting and so some crazy DNS issue ends up meaning our site vanishes. Nice. This probably isn’t worth a blog entry and is more akin to a tweet or thereabouts. I have however been dreaming about The Cloud concept and I’m very intrigued. I’ll spend the next six months learning about The Cloud, SEO and other wild and new age acronyms. Let’s hope there’s a song or two in it for me along the way. I’ve also been dreaming about a cover. An album of covers or rather covering an album. If you haven’t already heard The Flaming Lips are going to have a go at Dark Side of the Moon. Isn’t that what they’ve tried to do with every single other album of theirs anyway? Well with David Fridman on their side they can’t go wrong and yes, I’ll buy it. Speaking of buying music I’m now very close to buying my first digital album. Oh don’t worry I buy a shit load of CDs. Just haven’t made the plunge into crappy, tinny, thin, bass-less, MP3s. Not sure why.
In 2007 I put together a crazy ass data base of everyone I knew, every DPM Creative Group client, every graphic designer and almost every musical person / music industry person in this great wide, hot land. It was fun, it took ages and I couldn’t wait to put this data to good use. Most of these peeps I know, some I’d heard of and well, I guess some I didn’t. It was a list of about 4000 people. Back then we had a pretty cool Monday Records website which you could put your name and email into and it would automatically add you to the database. That got about an extra person a month. Since that first fateful email (actually I can’t remember what that first one was about), about 5 people unsubscribe each time. I’m not too fussed because heck, most of them didn’t even ask to be on there* and quite a few of them are happy to read what we’ve been up to. So anyway when our good friend Richard lost his job last Friday I thought, “Hmm, should I send a shout out to all these folks and see if there’s anything out there? Hell man why not, It just feels like the right thing to do.” Did it of course and got the most shocking unsubscribe rate to date. Oops. But seriously, what’s wrong with these people? With was a selfless act of helping a friend in need. On last count my database is 2800. By 2025 I won’t have many people left on it…**
*yes I think that is illegal.
**given the ruthless manner in which I unsubscribe from all the ezine junk sent my way, all may very well be forgiven in the end.