Last night it was the 2013 Brit Awards. And I didn't know anything about it, because my mind was elsewhere. However, this morning I looked them up to see what I had missed. And I had hardly heard of anyone. Once upon a time I used to consider myself hip. Even now, I write about music every day, and music is a very important part of my life. Unlike the stereotypical 53 year old, I still listen to new music, and I have very broad tastes. So tell me this:
WHY WERE ALL THE NAMES ON TODAY'S LIST OF WINNERS VIRTUAL STRANGERS TO ME?
I had hardly even heard of most of the nominees. On the BBC page about the event, the only person I recognised was Boy George. I felt completely bypassed by the whole thing. The Smiths once sang:
"Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life"
...BECAUSE SOME OF US THINK THAT THIS STUFF IS IMPORTANT
What happens when you mix what is - arguably - the world's most interesting record company, with an anarchist manic-depressive rock music historian polymath, and a method of dissemination which means that a daily rock-music magazine can be almost instantaneous?
Most of this blog is related in some way to the music, books and films produced by Gonzo Multimedia, but the editor has a grasshopper mind and so also writes about all sorts of cultural issues which interest him, and which he hopes will interest you as well.
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