I’m still not terribly convinced that music as a physical medium has many long-term prospects. Or if we’re discussing heady sales figures, if it carries any significant future in the short term. Instant gratification has such allure (apparently); click, download, instant delivery – thank you very much…
Yet – and in regards to the consumption of recorded sound – such has been the ever increasing speed of technological evolution over the last five/ten years that sometimes we need to pause, to catch our breath. In a previous life, back when I saw writing for a living as a serious and admirable career move, I used to scribble for a business technology magazine, my articles peppered with phrases such as “convergence”, “revenue streams”, and “wireless delivery” – my point being that all this techno-wizardry and media application thus facilitated wasn’t something that arrived without warning; the concept of interactive devices designed to fit snuggly in pockets wasn’t discovered last year in some Nile Valley tomb, scratched onto parchment and wafting lazily in the mummified grip of an ancient Steve Jobs equivalent. But even so, it’s easy to get taken aback with the pace of change, in how us punters consume our electronically-sourced sounds with such blasé abandon.
Or in other words, I wouldn’t go investing your hard-earned cash in a CD pressing plant right now if I were you… and if stores stocking vinyl aren’t something fetishistic, crèches for ageing audiophiles, then I don’t think it will be all that long until they become so.
And with that cheery sentiment, Luddite rubbish writ large, tomorrow (or maybe the day after – I’ve a Rutles article brewing) I’ll post the submissions in that record store memory thing I announced a few weeks back. The part of the show where you had to do all the work – thanks for the entries, etc.
Before then, and in the grand old vaudeville tradition of finishing with a song, the fine début single from Scottish band Josef K (yup – that’ll be them in the photo). Released in 1979, this admittedly sounds a shade dated and rusty. And yet it’s warm and jangly post-punk enthusiasm – like label mates Orange Juice around the same time – can’t help but trigger smiles.
Josef K / Romance