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Posh Folks

I could and maybe will write an entire VOLUME about money and music. It’ll go right back to when I was in a band and folks with money were clearly losing an awful lot of it, just to be releasing band x or band y who they genuinely loved. I remember thinking back then that it was actually down to the philanthropy of some folks, that much of the indie (ie not really making money) music got to be heard.

You could argue that it’s a mirror of labels and promoters and festivals: the bigger acts pay for the smaller ones in many ways. (fuck knows there’s a lot of value put on playing a festival that acts will do anything to get their name on the poster).

Independently wealthy people have been involved making music and in the industry since it began, and that’s not a beef of mine* as I’m sure a lot of my favourite stuff is posh/rich and I daresay some of the folks I work with are too.

What does get on my nerves is that a posh SOUND seems to have developed. It’s all over the place. It’s jaunty, like a Jack Wills advert, and it sings like a pixie. It thinks all it needs to do is sing a bit weird by squashing its tongue to the top of its mouth and pronounce words a bit wrong, and hey presto, a career.

And there are some people buying it, mores the pity.

* even if it is *really* tough right now for anyone without some kind of support to do anything in music – but that’s another discussion

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From Camp Bestival to Bexhill on Sea to League 1 and a rainbow

Up to Rochdale. Down to Dorset. Down to Bexhill on Sea. All with returns to London in between. Lots of actual fun has been had. Brilliant. Plans continue for the Rochdale Feelgood Festival, and I’m pretty excited about that – Fri 13 and Sat 14 Aug – got loads of decent stuff both old and new and suited for folks old and young… I hope the weather keeps decent and loads of folks come out. I booked Dave Sweetmore the actual Rochdale FC announcer/DJ and I wonder if he’s the booking I am most proud of. I’m excited to be up in Rochdale for The Dale’s first match in League One this weekend, and then to be back the weekend after with a quick trip to Norway in between for Oya festival. I’ll be some kind of European Festival expert soon.

The Cedars at Folk Idol

The Cedars at Folk Idol

Last weekend saw the return of Folk Idol to Camp Bestival, and it was a blast. Once again I was worried till about 5

minutes before kickoff, as the fabulous Challice Family of judges weren’t there yet, also a good few of the bands who had said they would play. After an announcement however a good numb

er of people chanced an entry and we had enough people to start the show, especially after the judges appeared, all resplendent in good old fancy dress. A pirate, a pocahontas (or similar), a flamenco

Chris Wimborne town crier at Folk Idol

Chris Wimborne town crier - needs no false beard

dancer, and an I-can’t-remember-what. So the competition was fierce and included (among others) an actual town crier, satan, an eleven year old violin playing girl, the cedars, and skinny lister.

Brilliant. I discovered the power of giving out organic veg to loads of kids, causingmini riots with each potato/onion/cauliflower etc etc… See Folk Idol on Facebook if this seems just comletely weird. Or on MySpace. Gotta thank my Folk Idol Camp Bestival companion Uncle Scanny for his help over the weekend.

Rainbow in Crouch End

Rainbow in Crouch End

Anthony Gormley at Bexhill

Anthony Gormley at Bexhill

So yesterday I had an almost actual day off. This is needed in my stupid sad over-busy life. Slept over in an excellent B+B in superb comfy bed, visited lovely shops (Bexhill has the ONLY Alzheimer’s charity shop in the UK – and it is excellent – I bought a super 8 cine camera, and some binoculars). Visited the Gormley exhibition at De La Warr Pavillion – very good. Strolled about, had some lunch, wandered about by the sea. Felt good. Day off. Gotta have them.

At the end of it I saw this rainbow in Crouch End. So bright at the bottom, the photo doesn’t quite do it justice.