Friday, 13 January 2012
Apologies for the silence.
I'm on the very final edit of my new novel Pig Iron.
It is out May 2012. Details to follow.
I spent 2011 writing another novel. A first draft is finished. 52,000 words.
I've been trying to write a short play.
Soon I will enter the 1990s when I launch the world's most basic website.
'Watch this space' etc.
I am walking 3-5 miles per day.
I have not watched television for 4 months. Only box-sets.
I am listening to lots of old anarcho punk, early 1990s jungle, Krautrock, Nick Drake.
All the usual stuff.
I find 95% of current guitar bands banal and boring.
Two bands who I did / do like, At The Drive-In and Refused, have reformed.
That's good, even though I generally don't care much for reformations.
At least they're still young / not fat / bald / bitter.
I'm watching lots of films from the BFI Flispide collection. Overlooked British cult classics from the 1960s and 70s.
The music business is a racket.
But then so is the publishing business.
And the film business too, I suspect.
Anything that involves money is a racket.
So long as we know this we'll be OK.
Art outlives money.
My dog doesn't care about money.