reverted diversion by Simon Aulman
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Well this one's fantastic and joyful and so therefore it goes without saying that I can take no credit for it, it has almost no input from me, it is a shameless piece of plunderphonics but you know what ludds, I would rather do something that was brazen and lazy and "cheating" and beautiful than something that is talented and hard-worked and craftsmanlike and virtuosic and boring as fuck.
But I am doing myself down a bit. Half the talent in music is actually knowing what is good. Music-fans aren't especially good at knowing what is good. But musicians are totally fucking terrible - listen to them witter on about their favourite bands and you could weep - and as for knowing which bits of their own stuff are any good - they are abject. They tend to assume that the longer a track took to make the better it must be. And obvs it is always the opposite.
This one took seconds. So it must be sublime. And yet it also took a lifetime - of listening out for stuff that really hits you - you can watch a LOT of films before you hit on that weepy brief corgasm of pleasure. This one's made up of only two ingredients. The main one is snippet of a youtube that has only had two-hundred-odd hits in over two years. Can you believe that something so beautiful only gets visited twice per week ?
As ever, never even think of paying money to DL and if you want a free personalised CDR of whatever my latest "album" is just drop an email. I must admit life is a bit fraught at the moment and I have been terrible at keeping in touch with anyone - which is really nothing new and it's just as well that actually no one wants to keep in touch with me, so that's all right then - but I have been left feeling guilty about a few people and one day turns into a week into a month into eternity and what is weird is that I have always been much more of a failed writer than a failed musician, with that arrogance and natural self-distancing that a writer needs - and what's happening now is the first thing in my life that calls out for someone to write it all down, but I feel no inclination whatsoever - instead I just want to make occasional lazy passionate bursts of nonsense like this.
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