Tom Ellard

Quite unexpectedly, difficult thoughts gathered in the last post determined a plan of action.

This essay has been updated – from thinking harder and arriving back from a vacation visiting Halloween fright nights up in the Australian tropics.

Time Out from being creative – time to take in some inspiration … I’m enthralled by malls and quite don’t know why.

This is the bit where you worry the plane is not going to take off.

I spent years shitposting on pre-Musk Twitter, some of which I’m slowly integrating into this blog.

In Germany I was at one point attending a book launch about ye olde ‘industrial music culture’ which quickly became tedious in a very hot, very overcrowded basement room.

There’s nothing quite like return flights between Australia and Europe to addle the brain cells.

A couple of news items came up today that represent long expected but ignored cracks in the fable we call “the music industry”.

As well as a place where I answer questions en masse, this blog makes up for my terrible lack of recall.

We’ve reached the anxious point where the ‘mini tour’ swells up into a fire breathing monster – we will soon be on those long flights to those venues where we will be groggy, time shifted and fumbling our way through a music set – just so long as India and