"I mean, thanks guys, to all the tech-heads I know ... who've written in saying, oh, Ian, but it's so simple!, just reconfigure your GIFs on an editing plane like Word and then copy, cut, paste, tie up, shoot up, nod out, and then re-rout your bunny ears thru a klactoveesedstein programme. Not forgetting to tie down your mainframe if there's a small wind blowing from the South. Well, yeah. But WHY SHOULD I?"
Not strictly a musicological observation, but falling within the context of one of my recurrent themes, that's to say plagueing celebrated music theorists (holds own head in hands...just ask Marcello). Noticed what almost looked like a reply from Penman, except for the fact that Julie Birchill and Tony Parsons probably proferred the same advice. He's cast BLOGGER as the enemy in this (semi-) hilarious ongoing fight with anonymous technological forces. In the old days I imagine they'd write their subjective 10,000 word free-flowing surrealist NME reviews on the dewey windows of the staff office, before absconding to the recesses of World's End to shoot amphetamine with the ghosts of Rimbaud and Celine. And yet the presses still ran! Self publishing innit, one does the hard bit too. (Autobiographical note) Did you know my Great-great-grandfather founded the Illustrated London News? Family business for a couple of generations. The first newspaper with pictures! First magazine? How the mighty...etc...etc...
Imagine if the the cheap package holiday that is electronic music encountered the same egotistic intransigence. There would have been no Ardkore if every pimple with a cracked copy of Cubase said: "I REFUSE to co-operate with this, it crashes all the time!" No, that's no fair, he does keep wrestling very publicly with his crackling interface. Maybe one day a real-live bug-in-the-bassbin will perform Burroughs on his text. Then he'll quit grumbling.
Posted by Woebot at July 13, 2003 08:18 PM