I work from home a lot. In space no one can hear you scream. At home no-one can watch you biscuit. Help.
Brexit roasting on a tyre fire...
...Rees-Mogg nibbling at your woes...
As of this morning (currently: Brexit vote cancelled, no Tory leadership confidence vote yet to happen, Labour picking their moment to launch a confidence vote in the Government) I think we can probably upgrade the status of UK politics to “burning pile of faeces”.
I’ve been hoarding gear for twenty years and have completely run out of space. For the next few months I’m going to be chucking some odds and sods on eBay. The occasional guitar, some synths, a shed load of FX pedals and a couple of slices of Looptron history...
Marvel and Netflix have rammed the billy club of cancellation through Daredevil’s skull. This is no bad thing.
Made a little timelapse film using my iPhone and the top deck of a surprisingly empty 207 bus from Shepherd's Bush to Acton. I'm teaching myself Final Cut Pro using my typical "learn by doing” method. As such, I have discovered my default approach to editing video is the same as playing the guitar. USE ALL THE PLUGINS.
Sell your eyeballs direct!
This had me thinking. I don't have time to fully reason this out right now, but here's the back-of-a-fag packet version of how we fix social networks...
New(ish) song, first successful(ish) run through on a rainy Tuesday lunchtime. Ableton is doing patch switching in Guitar Rig AND the loop triggers as part of the scene changes so only one pedal is required to drive this. It's the future people.
FFS. Google have now started putting banners in Inbox (my mail app of choice) to remind everyone that they're killing Inbox next March, something I'd be studiously ignoring since they announced it back in September. I actually wish they hadn’t told me at all because my OCD will be spending the next 6 months evaluating Inbox replacements and rebuilding my "workflow" in them (which mainly consists of repeatedly snoozing mails until I HAVE to deal with them) before I inevitably give up and just revert to using Gmail like they want me to.
It had been fifteen years seen the hero beat up his father so badly the old man died from his wounds. Fifteen years since we watched a group of terrorists enlist the help of the Care Bears to slaughter thousands of unwitting civil servants and proceed to overthrow the closest thing to a strong and stable government the galaxy had seen in millenia.
I have scaled back my web presence a bit to just here and FSOD. I was becoming somewhat de-focused and this was in turn causing me to purchase nostalgia t-shirts.
Got a new tune in the pipeline. Mondo guitar noises. Radium Age Blues. Watching the government collapse is proving lightly distracting though.
It turns out that the downside of having a band that exists largely as software is that there is no easy upgrade path.