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Brian Eno is always around, he's informs, enriches and moisturises the cultural landscape. I was listening to Another Green World recently, and what a landmark it is. It sounds extraordinary now, contemporaneous in its sound with Mogwai and Boards of Canada, but transcending both in its emotional range and romanticism. God knows what people thought of it when it was first released. Revolutionary, no doubt. I hear he's now producing Coldplay, and edging them in the direction of My Bloody Valentine. In Q Magazine this month, he references Soon from the Loveless album as the last track he fell in love with, which also indicates that he's researching that dense, layered sound. I'm not a Coldplay fan, but I'd be interested to hear what the results musically are. Whatever wizardry Eno brings to the studio, whatever lateral strategies he employs, I'm pretty sure one of them won't be 'Shoot the lead singer and lyricist, because he's like the guy out of Simple Minds, but shitter'.

I wrote this as a homage to Eno. It's inspired by a track on Another Green World called The Big Ship.

Homage to Brian

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There are no vowels in web 2.0, or in this case, blogging 2.0. Tumblr offer a digital publishing platform called a tumble log and, although it looks like a blog, its designed to make adding content to your site much, much easier. And it is. Embed video, quotes, images, links, headlines just by clicking a button on your browser toolbar or even direct from your mobile phone. Using it makes you realise how much stuff piques our interest, tickles our fancy and sauces our noodle. You can hoover content from all over the place. Issues of copyright and ownership fly right outside the window, but as you build up a head of steam, a patchwork of ideas from across different disciplines, linked only by what you subjectively consider interesting, emerges.

http://audiobuffer.tumblr.com/

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I've been doing this stuff for 6 Music, and - as well as the usual stuff like scouring blogs, downloading tunes, spanking millions on iTunes, that kind of thing - I've also been registering and re-acquainting myself with music communities. Returning to Last.fm, brilliant though it clearly is, I was struck by the sheer size of it. It takes time to wrap your brain around its functionality and, ultimately, its purpose. Mog is an alternative to Last.fm, and for its ease of use and relatively small, but welcoming, community I think it's something I'm going to stick with over Last.fm. It's a little more mischievous, a little less academic, a little more, I dunno - you'll see it when you visit - cosy. Like a ripped up couch that embraces you lwhen you plant your cheeks upon its tweed exterior.

MOG - Discover people through music and music through people

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I sometimes go on 6 Music and talk to Stephen Merchant about the semantic web, folksonomies and the rapid erosion of the corporate music industry. I also get to play some music. You can listen to the show every week, although I'm only on it once a month.

Stephen Merchant on 6 Music

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The person who put me in touch with the paedophile project is himself putting the finishing touches to a short film he has written and directed called 'Her and Now'. Its based around a father and son relationship, so I thought it might resonate nicely with the film if I recorded a song with my own dad. He sings beautifully, I play the piano and slip in a bit of tabla with 808 kicks. Have a listen.

Dad - From the Her and Now soundtrack

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I have been asked to write some music for a Channel 4 documentary about chemically castrated paedophiles. Anyway, here's a clip of something I thought I might submit as a love theme between two castrated paedophiles who, in the absence of anything else, have turned to each other for nutless comfort.

Fiddler on the hoof (Work In Progress)

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