I'm doing Album Release housekeeping. I shall not rant about marketing. I shall not rant about marketing.

Cellar Dweller and Friend Of The Band Mr Pete got me thinking about how much stuff we're linked to.

If you stop to consider that 2020 is only 3 years away, you get a sense that the 20th century has finally, unwillingly, started to relinquish its hold on us.

Songs, written now, that contain Genetic Elements are no longer copies. They're descendants. 

And none more descended than us? Thieves in the temple, there are thieves in the temple, liberating the past and adding Mr Potato Head.

Actually, if you wan to see the future, well, here ya go.

Warning - man was not meant to know certain things.

Like Male Rompers.

I warned you.

But seriously though (non sequitur of the year?) - by the time it's just OK for Dudes to wear Pastel Jammies in groups in public, I'm telling ya Bub, the future is now.

So it made me think.

In one of the songs we just worked on, I swear there are four notes that only make sense to me as part of Golden Brown by the stranglers.

One way of looking at it is 'hmm, lots of people use similar chord patterns' and 'Everything's been done before' or for those unfamiliar with the Stranglers 'huh'?.

Yeah.

That's when I wondered it Chords are like Words - if you don't use'em they fall out of the vocabulary.

Right, guv'nor?

I think Steal Early and Often. I also think, MINE MINE MINE!!!!

Once you have appropriated (liberated? been inspired by? Nicked?) an idea, just go nuts. It's Mine now I stole it fair and square

until it makes any money and then sue.

I mean. Um.

Ah.

So maybe there are limits.

But also maybe there are just a set of pleasing to the ear sounds, like the words of a language, approaching infinite in combination. Ok not maybe infinite exactly cos that is really big. But a lot.

As time passes, the commonality of radio disappears, we emerge into a world of separate parallel experiences, channels, choices. We don't get the same signals we once did from historical items because...history moved on. Ye gods.

It's a fascinating time to be in it.

By Bye 1980. Hello 2020. 

Also - I'm itching to do another videoclip for something. Something quick, cheap and quick. Also cheap.