The world of Cosmograf is currently flatter than a Yorkshire man’s cap. Celebr8.3 came and went in a blur and it was the pinnacle of a massive year of effort and achievement in releasing Capacitor and bringing a show live to the world. Since then, it’s all been a major anti-climax. The album is selling about as well as a good independent prog album does these days. i.e. just enough to cover the cost of making it. The reviews have been brilliant, but Capacitor it seems, is destined to disappear into the spirit world from whence it came, leaving a few more dedicated fans with their spirits captured. Promoting Cosmograf is like trying to roll a stupidly heavy ball up a very big hill, just when you think you’ve overcome the inertia and have some momentum, it stops moving, then rolls backwards over your head.
It’s stupidly frustrating being a tiny artist with big dreams. When you wake up and smell the coffee, it becomes abundantly apparent that to collectively move the consciousness of the Progerati you need to be ‘someone’ already or have to do something really special like one of the following;
1) release an album of the musical equivalent of magnolia (as long as it’s being pushed by a really big record company you’ll have everybody waxing lyrical how cool magnolia is.),
2)have a long and stunning career of 30 years or more, and promise to release a new album of yet more old bits that weren’t good enough the first time around).
3)have a long and stunning career of 30 years or more, and release an album so gut wrenchingly awful that it has critics and reviewers racing to fill the blank bits of the internet with their shock and disgust (there’s no such thing as bad publicity, right?).
In short, same old, same old. This time though I’m not that keen on putting myself through the mill for another album so soon after the last, so will be taking a musical break to both get my mojo back and more importantly join the real world again where people actually get paid a reasonable wage so I can keep my family fed and watered next year. The big problem is this ‘real world’ is generally incredibly monotonous and rather dull.
Your guess is good as mine whether boredom will win or I’ll be committing new sounds to hard drive storage near you anytime soon…