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The return of Everett True | 91. ScotDrakula

The return of Everett True | 91. ScotDrakula
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I don’t know why I continue this blog.

No one reads it. It frustrates me no one reads it because I think the way I write it is both entertaining and sufficiently different to the majority of music criticism out there to be of note, and (more importantly) most of the music featured is SO DAMN GOOD. My motivation has remained constant throughout the years. I started writing about music because it just wasn’t enough for me to listen to it, to be a passive consumer. I wanted to be part of it, give something back. I did this initially through dancing down the front, whether anyone else danced or not. I continued dancing for decades… even now, I will shuffle to the left, shuffle to the right, send my arms wheeling in semi-circles, if a band moves me sufficiently. It’s more fun experiencing live music that way, and serves as a necessary release. Back then, a lot of my energy came through sexual frustration, doubtless. Plus ça change.

I wanted to give something back. So I started writing about music, trying to convert everyone to my cause. Even early on – especially early on – I knew that was a futile quest, but that made it all the more fun. If I didn’t think I could change the world through my writing I wouldn’t be doing it, even now. Especially now. I wanted to communicate the emotions, the rampant emotions that led me to dance. I wanted to make everyone else dance. I barely go out to concerts these days – perhaps one every couple of months – but that’s still the case. I still want to make everyone dance. I still want to change the world.

These years, I’m whistling in a wind tunnel, pissing in the billowing ocean.

My own music is so magical, different, unique. Know the last time I released a record, an MP3? Over a decade ago, easy. Pissing in the wind.

42 people read this blog entry. Even less read this one. And while I appreciate 42 is the magic number, it doesn’t feel magic to me right now, not in this context.

It’s a constant source of annoyance to me that if I write about anything from the 90s, more people will click through. If I write about something that everyone else is writing about, more people will click through. (Surely, the opposite should hold true.) It’s like I’m not allowed to grow or discover, to change as a person, to be enthused by new music.

My audience is decayed and dying so I should be. Maybe I am and I don’t realise it? Of course I am. Maybe that’s the problem.

Here’s the new Song of the Day. It’s from an album I just spent a very enjoyable hour reviewing for Mess+Noise (the review should appear next week), even in the context of thoroughly knowing who Blank Realm are. It gives me release. It tallies with the whole dance scene thing. It’s grungy (with a small ‘g’) and woozy and boozed-up and wonderful. I am loving this song.

And no one will ever know, will they?

I ain’t, I ain’t going to sleep.
Every time I shut my eyes,
I’m born again, I’m re-baptised.
Like, holy shit, I can’t deny,
That I feel just like I’m gonna die.
And I ain’t, I ain’t going to sleep.

The line for the barricades runs thus:

Everett True battles depression as he admits to the passing genius of a ScotDrakula song

10 Responses to The return of Everett True | 91. ScotDrakula

  1. Carlos January 2, 2015 at 6:57 pm

    42? Wow, that’s a lot!

  2. Crritic January 2, 2015 at 8:34 pm

    Cheer up E.T. Not all of your readers come here. I don’t. Well, hardly ever. I get your posts in Thunderbird via RSS. I’m pretty sure I don’t count in that 42. (I might now.)

    I was amused by your (hyperbolic, entirely understandable) assessment of 212 as the best single of the decade. (I reckon it’s the best video! It ruined me!)

    On an ever-so-slightly critical note, you might wanna step back occasionally and imagine what a first-time reader might make of your writing. It leaves me scratching my head from time to time. Nevertheless, this is the only music blog I follow and read.

  3. Keir Hardie (@scatterkeir) January 3, 2015 at 10:02 am

    Also I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone that reads it through feedly, for instance, just counts as one hit.

  4. jean malot January 3, 2015 at 8:36 pm

    Yes, but everyone of those 42 started their own music blog because of you.

  5. mark January 7, 2015 at 10:28 am

    I think if it was easier to share your posts on fb…

  6. mark January 7, 2015 at 10:32 am

    Or rather discover and share. If you have an fb page that I can like and you post your articles on then they will show in my feed and I will read them and like them and share them and the world will change.

  7. mark January 7, 2015 at 10:36 am

    Like https://m.facebook.com/TheQuietus

  8. mark January 7, 2015 at 10:39 am

    Oh. You do it just wasn’t linked to from here. It’s late round this way.

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