The Fabulous Red Diesel: Blog

Aha- I feel like Silas greenback in charge of a massive control centre but really at a small kitchen table in Bohemia. We got Global Distribution- after 24 years of releasing music we did it. ! All thanks to CD Baby.com Now you can click on this massive site and there we are! and then you can buy each track and download it to your computer instantly. No more trawling around Woolworths (you'll be lucky) only to be told that they don't do indie releases so you take your bunch of albums/singles to an 'Indie ' shop who whisk them out of your hand and onto the shelves before you can say 'can I have a receipt for that and how much commission are you taking' then when you go back years later and the shop has changed hands you appear to have lost 10 of your finest albums, worth potentially 100 quid. 

I suppose it'll be virtual gigs next. that'll be me in the bedroom in my pyjamas, with my virtal cyber suit on top of my clothes, performing in front of thousands of raptly attentive people, also in their pyjamas with their virtual reality receptors strapped to their heads like lawnmower man, eating shreddies and smoking with a devil may care look on their faces- ( remember when you used to be able to smoke in a venue!!)

You wouldn't need to do a costume change, just press a button. If you sat on a commode you wouldn't need a shit break either, oh how seamless and fantastic that would be. Mind you I'm sure that  happens already, I don't mean the shit break, just the cyber singers. if Cheryl Cole wasn't so relentlessly behind the beat ( quantise darling surely??) I would swear she was a robot or virtual e-thing.

Of course I dreamt all this many years ago. Honestly, I had a dream where James Earl Jones' voice boomed down from the heavens and told me-' talk into your computer' he said, or spake he- he was doing his kind of God voice at the time, but we only had one of those cheap 'knick it off the catalogue' computers

so it didn't have the facility to accept speech. But now joy of joys, I can indeed speak into my computer.  Well type, and record things . So here I am in sunny Bohemia looking at the sea through my kitchen window. Actually if I had a commode right now I could carry on typing but I don't so must be off. See you at the 6 bells tonight  and stay freaky.

Kat x