I know it’s contrarywise to advertise another magazine when Plan B comes back from the printer any time now, but the Wire’s current feature on Eliane Radigue is awesome. I read it this morning on the way to work. Yeah, that’s work, as in something you have to go to on a train. I’ve taken some on, for a very short while, so as to be able to eat and pay rent and stuff. A stop-gap measure, induced by the lack of paid work my writing seems to generate right now. I know I should be thankful that I have two careers, both respectable, both ’skilled’, one that pays, one that doesn’t. But it doesn’t seem like that at 7.30 am on a train heading to Surrey and an office devoid of music, except for the distant strains of Radio 2 and Heart 106 that emanate from the corner. The office is full of books at various stages of production. I help produce them. On the train, I listen to BARR and Lightning Bolt and then I read about Eliane Radigue. I went to hear her perform once. I didn’t know who she was, but she blew my mind. She was a beautiful older lady making drones: that’s cool already. This is the first time I’ve read an interview with her. You should go read it too.

There’s a photo of her, seated at a synth, surrounded by lovely things. It’s a photo I might stick on my wall. Just to remind me of what I’d like to be doing in my 70s.

Oh, and Keith Moline’s review of Venetian Snares is ace too.