Over at Ooh Brilliant (HERE) you can read an opinion piece (rant) about the state of music journalism with passing reference to and comment upon the music industry as a whole and its still confused and frosty relationship with the internet. It’s a good piece and we agree with most, though not all, of their quibbles.
Around the SGTMT HQ kitchen table we’ve been mulling over a response for the past 15 minutes or so. The deliberations have been lengthy and divisive but we’ve come to a consensus of sorts and felt it best to adorn the interwebs once more with our wit, wisdom and good looks.
You see, we sit on the other side of the fence from team Ooh Brilliant. From time to time we peek our head over to check out how their new shrubs are doing and comment upon the vitality of their sunflowers, but on the most part we’re firmly routed here, swinging in our hammocks and playing occasional games of petanque. We know little of the inner workings of the music business and enjoy our ignorance. We’re one of the minnow blogs specialising in ‘crap blog pieces about bands that might one day do something somewhere possibly’. Now we don’t take offense at that comment, the man doth speakth the truth…eth (or whatever). We’re still chums, if they lose their ball we’ll throw it back over and we might even write about one of the acts on their roster.
So, where were we? Something about hammocks and sunflowers… Ah yes! Wit and wisdom, right here we go:
Team SGTMT would like to offer the following remarks in response.
Number one. We’re grateful for the internet.
There we said it, gee that feels good so get that of our chest. Now we’ve offered that disclosure let’s swing the hammock a little more – We think the internet might actually be a good thing for the music business. Wowzers, that’s bold.
Sadly a lot of people in the music biz, so far as we can tell from our occasional glimpses through the undergrowth, seem pre-occupied with greener grass fantasises about a supposed golden age of tapes, CDs and LPs. The current renaissance of the tape is particularly concerning, you remember they sucked right? Good grief.
Sure, there is a lot of music out there at the moment and all shouting for attention. Anyone is very welcome to spend a week in our inbox and try to make some sense of the madness for us. I’m sorry MailBox app, you’ve been defeated. And of course we have sympathy with those actual talented artists seeing their graft and craft streamed, shared and tubed with little or no recompense in return.
However, surely the pros outweigh the cons? From MacBook to viral glory in minutes (you know the rest). Well at least that’s the theory… Now this obviously doesn’t work for all (thankfully) but it seems the collective blog opinion and crowd sourced critique surely sees the cream do it’s thing right?
Turning to us, the fanatics, we get access like never before. Having grown up in an age of threading pencils into tapes to sort those infernal Walkman spool issues and CDs priced at two weeks paper round pay (admittedly the Times & Citizen were not generous employers), today’s instant availability leaves us skipping up and down the Woolies pick and mix aisle with glee (not them, the emotion).
Point two. We’re not journalists.
You see this is where the music biz just hasn’t quite smelt the gravy yet. All these music blogs are, for the most part, not just html versions of Melody Maker or NME (when it was good). Now, maybe we should be, maybe some of us should actually think about what we write from time to time but we doubt that’s gonna happen (you’ve probably already guessed).
We’re just amateurs, music fans of course but we’re no pretenders dreaming of penmanship glory. We like the tunes and want to share them, no less and not much more. The blog platforms allow us to broadcast our passions and for that we’re grateful. Sometimes the words flow, but for the most part the fag end of the day combined with whatever single malt remains, results in some ill-fitting paragraphs to taste the patience of our GCSE English teachers.
Of course, if you think that’s not quite good enough then leave the inbox alone alright?
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