Websites, soundscape and non-rock

Photo by Glendyn Ivin, Brunswick, July 2023

I feel as though it’s all changed. Doing something else seems the right idea. The residual is trauma. Maybe generational trauma. I don’t know who my forbears were, but here I am picking up what’s left. It’s time to pull music out of thin air. The pandemic of 2020/21 weakened an already dwindling live music arena. Sure things have returned somewhat, but diluted. In my home state, bowling clubs might usurp the pubs. Why not? I’ve met less than a handful of publicans who really cared about what we do. As for the gigs, I’ve half joked.. well not even.. that they can be a matter of simply waiting for the next thing to go wrong. That’s a terrible attitude, but I’m being honest. So to that end, I’ll turn my efforts to this stuff here - music for imagery, for and of. Music made out of next to nothing, ignoring facility and anything involving much motor skill. It’s like picking up objects on the ground and placing them somewhere where people can look at them. If it ends up applicable or in any way interesting, well, fantastic. That’s a win.