Damn, that sounds like I'm attempting to lure Stephen Fry into bottom sex by appealing to his unfounded and seemingly endless vanity.
Yet I was merely intending to initiate a piece which would hopefully explain my recent absence. For I have been scouring the dusty, dark corners of yer Interweb for free obscure music to download.
And there is rather a lot of it out there. A hell of a lot, in fact. So much so that it is rather exciting (as well as somewhat tedious and time-consuming) trawling through other peoples' blogs, chasing down broken links, deleted uploads and corrupted files in search of increasingly-less-rare gems.
As a result of Music Industry paranoia regarding "official" product, there is a virtual web-land heaving with mp3 files of deleted vinyl, live tapes, bootlegs, demos and creaking old radio broadcasts. A vast minefield of copyright infringement stretching to the distant horizon, ungovernable by the sheer damn volume of stuff, with only the "you let it go out of print or it was never for sale in the first place, so who's losing money?" as figleaf.
And all this is once again making me feel like a befuddled old dinosaur. Damn these modern kids who wouldn't know a cardboard box full of C90 and C60 cassettes if they fell over it. Damn them for never having to spend hours sat by a radio, finger on "record", waiting for Tommy Vance to shut the hell up.
Not that I have time to listen to all this cool stuff anyway, as we get around at last to the polymath concept. But since I came up with the rather snappy title, I recognise that it is not simply a case of having too diverse a range of interests to concentrate sufficiently and satisfactorily upon one.
It's more like not being able to listen to anything for more than 2 minutes 34 seconds without being interrupted by some damn fool thing or another.
C'est la vie.
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