I'm excited to see what will happen as music's means of distribution are altered. There's a chance that this can lead to a real revival of the single, as against the album, which would be great. Too many artists treat the 45 (dammit I'm not letting go of vinyl yet) as soundtracks to video promos for their album and tour, where they screw you for the real money. If this makes people make artists produce better, more interesting singles, and allows single tracks to spread through channels that aren't in thrall to (say) ClearChannel, then go! go! the new shape of music sales. Good pop can do without being burdened with the late 60s notion of an album's importance and integrity, while real album artists (Radiohead et al.) will still be loved for their LPs.
The article's small and content free because it's designed to be not much more than a sidebar: the Guardian (Britain's major left-liberal daily) publishes one of these micro-interviews every week, with the same sort of blah questions ("Most useful site?" "Google", invariably). It makes more sense in the print version of its tech supplement, where it acts as normal space-filling journalism, and usually a plug for book, album, site, whatever. Also, The Guardian is absolutely obsessed with blogs. Every week, the supplement will feature one of the following articles: "Are Blogs the new Journalism?", "Wi-Fi Blogging - Is this the Future for Reporting?", "Blogging - Journalism for Everyone?", etc., ad nauseam. The last decent one I remember is Dave Green being cynical.
Unfortunately Heaney's translation got involved with a fixup by the booker prize committee which put off a lot of people.
I think that's the Whitbread Prize, rather than the Booker. And 'fix-up' is kind of a strong word. They decided not to pick it for the main prize, after giving it the Children's book award (The Whitbread is split into separate Biography, Novel, First Novel, Poetry, Children's Book and maybe History awards - the winner of each goes on for the main prize). 'Ossified Farts' might be unfair, too. Jerry Hall's getting on a bit, but still...
P.S. This isn't intended to sound rude, patronising,or adversarial, but really, when you write about literature, you need to spell it correctly.
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I'm excited to see what will happen as music's means of distribution are altered. There's a chance that this can lead to a real revival of the single, as against the album, which would be great. Too many artists treat the 45 (dammit I'm not letting go of vinyl yet) as soundtracks to video promos for their album and tour, where they screw you for the real money. If this makes people make artists produce better, more interesting singles, and allows single tracks to spread through channels that aren't in thrall to (say) ClearChannel, then go! go! the new shape of music sales.
Good pop can do without being burdened with the late 60s notion of an album's importance and integrity, while real album artists (Radiohead et al.) will still be loved for their LPs.
The article's small and content free because it's designed to be not much more than a sidebar: the Guardian (Britain's major left-liberal daily) publishes one of these micro-interviews every week, with the same sort of blah questions ("Most useful site?" "Google", invariably). It makes more sense in the print version of its tech supplement, where it acts as normal space-filling journalism, and usually a plug for book, album, site, whatever.
Also, The Guardian is absolutely obsessed with blogs. Every week, the supplement will feature one of the following articles: "Are Blogs the new Journalism?", "Wi-Fi Blogging - Is this the Future for Reporting?", "Blogging - Journalism for Everyone?", etc., ad nauseam.
The last decent one I remember is Dave Green being cynical.
This synesthesia sounds like a pain in the butt
I think that's the Whitbread Prize, rather than the Booker. And 'fix-up' is kind of a strong word. They decided not to pick it for the main prize, after giving it the Children's book award (The Whitbread is split into separate Biography, Novel, First Novel, Poetry, Children's Book and maybe History awards - the winner of each goes on for the main prize).
'Ossified Farts' might be unfair, too. Jerry Hall's getting on a bit, but still...
P.S. This isn't intended to sound rude, patronising,or adversarial, but really, when you write about literature, you need to spell it correctly.