All Is Lost

The week off is virtually over (in the interests of drudgery: didn’t make a doctor’s appointment or fill in the passport renewal form; DID join the local library). DID start writing the sleevenotes for what I’ve been calling the Lost Week but is in fact called ‘Lost Alternatives’.
REWIND: back at the start of the year The North, my elusive agent who is forever grouting his bathroom or “staying in Suffolk for a week” e-mailed to say that a man at Demon Records was interested in a meeting about a compilation album.
Obviously, I took this with a pinch of salt (these meetings hardly ever materialize, or if they do, they are followed by doleful condolences that the concept won’t work or has been hurriedly shelved). But, just to prove the exception, the Man From Demon came through and the thing is actually happening – almost five months behind schedule due to the machinations of the music licensing trade and our efforts to track down former members of bands like The Family Cat, Whipping Boy and Blessed Ethel.
Although the tracklisting isn’t fully signed off yet, it’s an epic project: ‘Lost Alternatives’ will feature in the region of 70 tracks from the Nineties – none of which made the Top 30 – across four CDS.
Which is all very good, but for the fact that in the depths of the year somewhere I agreed to write the sleevenotes.
“Just a couple of hundred words on each track,”
Absolutely, no problem. That is until the other week when I came to and did the maths.
Hence the past week, frantically trying to summon up words about bands, who in some cases, live in a far-off distant memory. It’s been like writing the NME singles page all over again (although the word count for the Singles reviews in the early Nineties was around 1000. This is in the region of 14,000! I’m weeping, just typing this).
Still, if all goes to plan and we hit the deadlines, its due for release in March. Vague details here: http://

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