It’s not always about finding new talent. It’s often about going back in time and revisiting that back catalogue.
It’s like being Indiana Jones. It’s about rediscovering those gems lying there dormant. All the great music that’s still relevant. Often in a different class. With legendary back stories. But unknown to at least two generations of music fans. It’s all about embarking on a wonderful journey of discovery. Making up for lost time. And lost musical notes. It’s reviving that Indie spirit.
I was speaking to my ex wife last week- yes, it seems a contradiction in terms- about life and how I have outgrown Hong Kong, the people and the kinda stunted lifestyle now led compared to the Wolf Of Wall Street days when living at 1616, four numbers that stood for anything goes and where everything did. Did we care? We were letting the good times rock and roll and doing cartwheels across the floor.
Today, well today, there’s so much out there one needs a filter to remove the crud and clutter. If not, it’s back to taking in strays. Those days are gone forever. So is taking in every event as a predictable show of support when you know what’s going through your head: What am I doing here? Why is what’s going on more Spinal Tap than Spinal Tap, but without the self deprecating sense of humour.