To Where I Am Now

Thursday January 2nd 2025

I ventured out into the new world to find the same world with a different number, but evolution takes time, like the wearing of the cliffs, or the gorging of valleys. Every step a new thrust into the future that we only hope exists. It seems so hit and miss, there’s random luck and privilege and success, then despair and hopelessness depending on the wind and subjective public taste. Hard work and talent can go either way and as I just previewed all those glowing reviews for ten of the bands I’d never heard of in Mojo, I realised I’ve become my mum, horrified at the sound of Deep Purple in Rock in 1970 as Glenn Miller powered out of the forties lounge, listening with tears in her eyes. Oddly, I don’t dislike modern music, gimme Twigs, or Horsegirl, C Turtle - but there’s no point in me making a long list to prove how I’ve evolved past Supertramp. I must go and have a look at the new music in one of those late seventies, early eighties copies of Irish Luke’s gift of Melody Maker and the NME and try and get a measure of how they held up after being on the cover of the hippest magazine in the world.