One of the reasons I’m not a famous pop star, my stunning looks aside, is that it takes me an eternity to finish things. And when I do finish things, I tend to be shy about promoting them. Or I don’t promote them at all.
For example, back in early 2016, I uploaded a bunch of songs by DMGM â€“ the name my brother and I use for our music â€“ to Bandcamp.
“I really must put these on YouTube,” I told myself. “It’s the most important music discovery service for The Kids nowadays, apparently.”
I forgot all about it.
Still, better late than never, eh?
So just as I’m almost definitely no I mean it they’re nearly done for sure I mean it this time finishing off about three albums of new DMGM material, I’m uploading the stuff we did two years ago to YouTube.Â And what an emotional rollercoaster that’s turned out to be.
I’ve always written about personal things â€“ a song I wrote in my late teens,Â What Did I Do Wrong?, is about somebody disappointed when “she looks in the mirror but she just sees herself”; my folks used to despair when I recorded endless four-track takes of a song called I Hate This Town (whose chorus, rather brilliantly, went: “I hate this town / I hate this town” and followed that searing insight with “I hate this tow-ow-owwwwwn”) â€“ but listening to some of these is rather like being peeled.
The songs were allÂ written before the, ahem, minor changes that have happened in my life recently.Â With a few exceptions they’re songs by somebody who’s quite literally losing their mind, the words of somebody not waving but drowning. It’s a very strange thing to listen back to them.
I’ll share some of them here over the next wee while. It’ll be a laugh!