Since I’ve been back in the country I haven’t had much time for gigs. In truth, I haven’t had time for many things I used to do, but those are the sacrifices I guess I’m happy making. I haven’t had the money to buy records and I haven’t got close to the necessary energy to organise anything that I used to. There are four opening paragraphs to a zine that I have been meaning to write on my hard drive. To cap it all off, despite having seen killer new bands like Crowd Control and Mob Rules, there’s something missing, and that’s the fact that a bit of my heart isn’t in it anymore. I thought long and hard about it, but it really comes down to the root of all evil: money.
No, not the thousands of pounds that I didn’t make building an evil empire in the guise of a DIY record label purely to squeeze cash out of rich children who should know better, but the money I’m owed by people, specifically friends and bands I’ve helped out along the way. Read More: What killed it for me.