Why Bother? June 14, 2016 09:30
My life, eh?
I'll tell you what, ladies and gentlemen, trying to organise an interview with Super Hans off of Peep Show for the Guardian is a ball-ache, isn't it? Especially when his agents keep putting me off and then ask me to send music from the other bands they represent to people I've spent time ingratiating myself with at the Guardian. We've all been there, haven't we? I'm getting to the point now where I can't even be arsed to interview Super Hans for the Guardian, even though I really like Harriet Gibsone and she's been fucking brilliant with me and I know that a 600-word Tonka and Super Hans piece would be the best thing the Guardian have ever fucking published.
Why demean myself by trying to get shit music listened to at Guardian Towers, though, just so I can spend an afternoon with an actor who doesn't know who I am and to get my name in a national newspaper?
I do love Super Hans though. Maybe I'll stick it out and see what happens...
Dalston problems? No. I live in Northolt. This whole superficial palava is just another reason for me to rail against the blah, blah fucking promo culture, swamp of empty fucking blah like I used to do on the Weekly Review of Dance Music so regularly.