The Book

So, as you may know, I’ve been publishing my book on this blog. It’s actually finished and I’m just tormenting you all with being a lazy mother fucker. That’s a half-truth, actually. Truth is, I’m overwhelmed and I need a fucking break. I have nobody helping me with music at all. Nobody is holding me up and I get screwed around a lot by people who say they will help and end up just being talking machines who vanish at the first sight of actual work. The same applies with this damn book. My friends, if I can call them that, are full of words that never amount to anything. I want people to read it and give me some criticism; do I see it? Shit, do they actually read the fucking thing? I have no fucking clue because, again, when the time comes they are gone.

So, you know, I took a long hard deep look at myself and tried to figure it all out. It must be me. I must be an asshole and nobody wants to help an asshole, amirite? I mean, Lou Reed was an asshole and now he’s dead. Picasso was an asshole and now he’s dead. I don’t mean to compare myself to them on an artistic level, just the asshole level. So take it with a grain of salt and maybe some pepper. Assholes are assholes because they have a lot invested in their shit. Like a boss. Bosses are assholes, why? Well, cause they just want to get the job done and they’re clueless as to how to do it without being an asshole. Assholes cut through the bullshit and people loooove bullshit. They want to bathe in it and smell like it. Ok, wait, this is supposed to be about me. I’m the asshole, I am the one who poops the shit out cause I don’t want it blocking up my fucking sphincter. I want a clean ass and a hole that works. I got rid of the deadwood and now I’ve got nothing. SHIT.

Anyway, rant over. Book is coming, more music is coming – I just need to finish this holiday of mine and thy will be done. Heaven and Hell is on Earth, yo.



The Time Is Now and It’s Fucking Scary

I’ve dug myself in. I’m spending more on music than I’m making from it. I’m making deals with people I can’t guarantee success and I want so much to see them succeed. I want more for this country and it’s art world than I feel I can give at this present moment. I feel like I’m burying myself in quicksand and you know what the funny thing is? I feel confident about it.
That might not sound so weird, but to someone who has seen the things I’ve seen and experienced what I have experienced it’s fucking alien madness. Straight up whack shit. 

I feel this strange combination of fear and confidence that’s quite bizarre. A comforting fear. It’s warming yet apparent. What the hell is happening? Have I gone mad? Have I touched on something important? I feel I have and that’s where the fear sets in. Not fear of failure but fear of a giant backlash and a weirdness billowing down on me, like a cannonball aimed at my head for all the right reasons.

What. The. Fuck. 


Other Peoples Music

Other Peoples Music

This label / blog was made primarily for the artist known as ‘Other Peoples Music’ but also for other Australian and off-shore music, arts & things of interest to keep you up to date with that which is not popular but worthy of your attention.

Gonna be weird, always gonna be good.

Boris used to run the ‘Guitar Zero’ blog once upon a time. This is a better version of that, basically. Bringing you quality music all the time.