There was a nice shout-out from Andrew Clinco who is a member of LA’s darkwave dream pop androgynists Drab Majesty in an internet indie magazine called Northern Transmissions (Thanks, Ernst). There’s also a PopMatters interview with Salim Nourallah where he discusses the album we worked on, A Nuclear Winter (2023). One wonders what sells one album over another: The Journalist? The Music? The Trend? The Look? The Melody? The Beat? The Management? The Artwork? The Youthfulness? The Skills? The Production? The Originality? The Lack of Originality? The Money? The Novelty Song? The Legend? The Promo Team? The Emperor’s New Clothes? Peer Group Pressure? Or do ears have their own brains and call the shots for what you think is your own taste? Haha.

I keep on forgetting to plug the boiler in because the electrician hasn’t been yet and there is no power in the bathroom. So there’s a long cord that snakes out of the door across the hallway and into the studio room, but you have to plug it in. You only realise halfway through the shower because the shower starts hot, a leftover from when it was last on. There’s nothing worse than the water going cold when you have a head full of shampoo.

I had to go to the music store and speak to Carlos because Jorge the luthier told me they have wall brackets for hanging guitars. So I went to check. The idea is that instead of keeping guitars in cases or taking up tons of room on stands, I’d hang them on the wall which will also double as an attractive decoration as well as being practical, I just gotta reach out.

The Archive rooms are getting close to being finished, and that means I can empty a room that needs painting into a room that has been painted. The floors in this place are quite yucky, vinyl, stained, dirty, I’m looking at the possibility of painting them too at a later date but hopefully before we start Phase 3 and the transportation of the records (and everything else).

As walls are painted, I’m moving pieces of furniture against them and although paint pots and brushes, old sinks and unused flooring, paint-stained cloths, and plastic dust sheets are strewn across the premises, there has started to be a glimmer of light as it all begins to take shape. All we need is everything to fill it, but how much more will it cost? That’s the six-zillion-dollar question. Is it worth it? Absolutely.

Music today has been an album inspired by my friend and writer Vivien Goldman’s book, Revenge Of The She-Punks.

Music Of The Daze