So Jason Cleck released his new album. i met him in the pub and he showed me the album cover and it was fairly typical fare. a couple of pictures of him, a few pictures of a juno and some other vintage gear, and i laughed at him. musicians, eh, they end up just making music for one another, not the punter. does the punter care that it's a 1973 Stage Rhodes, or that that pedal you're stomping on is the same Tycho Brahe one Zappa used. Who cares, only another sap musician. Oh, look at that cunt, he has some vintage gear. I'm the same, aren't i? I have some old shit too. it's a badge of honour. But imagine you were a software engineer and you came in with a spectrum or something. do you think your colleagues would be"oh, look at this vintage shit!". Some journalist going to croke Park with a 1920's typewriter... a surgeon with a hack saw...muso wankers, and i should know, we're obsessed with the past, even the music. nothing is new any more. Except angela. she's insane.