I’ve just been out for a walk with the Boo. I’ve just been out thinking one could say.

No one has any time for music any more. Everybody wants to have time but no one has it, not even the people doing the music.

Music is, or was, more than the actual piece of music. Music was the reading, the waiting, the anticipation, the shopping and the listening. Now, to many people, it’s barely the listening. There isn’t any time.

I really don’t know where I’m going with this (it all seemed so clear when I was out walking).

In modern days I guess there has always been two sides to music: the art and the product. Lately it seems as though there is just the product. I hear people speaking about how the art and the product intertwine and you can’t tell the one from the other. Obviously I think that such a statement is wrong. There is no intertwining. There is marginalising. Could it be that it’s ugly to consume? Or that it’s shameful not to get the art?

Musicians really need to take back music. Drawing a sharp line between the art and the product. I belive it is absolutely necessary. I think. Maybe I’m just old and tired. Sad; old and tired at 29.

I could go on for thousands of words more but since the first couple of hundred are so crap and not thought through, I won’t. I’ll spare you my downward spiral of bad arguments and idéas.

Good night.