Apparently, I buy too many records

My wife Helen, like every other woman i've ever lived with, believes that I buy too many records.

Which, as every record-buying man knows, is a ridiculous belief.

I will concede, however, that I do indeed buy a lot of records and that I don't afford them the same amount of listens and attention that I did 20 or 30 years ago.

To this end, I have decided to blog about the records that I buy, in order to help my appreciation of them - and perhaps to show Helen that I don't buy that many records after all.

Because i'm crap with deadlines the blog posts will be sporadic and probably be about a month or 2 behind but that's just the way i am! The posts will not necessarily be actual reviews (most likely comments, at best) and will generally be pretty damn short due to the reasons outlined above. As a writer in a previous existence i have decided not to worry about writing as art in the pieces but, instead, to attempt to convey feeling over semantic (and often grammatic) perfection.

And 'OCRB'? It stands for 'Obsessive Compulsive Record Buying' - a little known mental health affliction that is potentially damaging to the bank account but ultimately life-affirming. It is sad.......but a nice form of sad.

Monday 7 March 2011

Jim O'Rourke: I'm happy and i'm singing (Editions Mego CD)

6 tracks, 2 CDs and 105 minutes of laptop minimalist electronic twaddle by esteemed polymath O'Rourke. Normally i prefer Jim's guitar music to his electronic doodles but this is reasonably arresting stuff. The sparser tracks like '1,2,3,4' work better than the more obviously Terry Riley/Philip Glass/etc inspired pieces as they give the tracks atmospheric room to breathe and drift around - rather than poking their atonal fingers in your ears like a small child with a new keyboard and no hand coordination. I'd split this album thus: half very interesting and enjoyable mood music , a quarter good experimental noodlings and a quarter irritating nonsense. Not a bad hit rate i s'pose.

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