Greets all. Quentin Birse here. Music is dead. Long live the music. Farewell pushers and pluggers. For a bit. This is gonna be part-blog part-label-setup as we create tunes for you wonderful listeners out there to listen to and enjoy and hopefully engage with.
Omnimore so far is a 2-man project to create, release and dance to tremendously good music. I, Quentin Birse, am using my birth name as I have only very little little history on the internet bar some low key writing and no other careers and I have very little family in this whereas my partner – who we’ll call D or Dr D or Furious D (amongst many others!) - has a higher profile altogether.
SOME SAMPLE MATERIAL
So far. This is what we have as phase 1 of OMNIMORE:
http://omnimore.net/ commences now. Enjoy. Or don’t.
NOTE: If you don’t like one track just skip to the the next. This is is an intentional multitrack sampler of different genres, styles and influences, all the way from folk to rave. Just like that life you think you’re living, just like real life. In the truest possible sense you are playing the part of the record company. Whether that be PR, Tastemaker, whatever. Are we the demagogues? Perhaps.
BUT. We need help. None of tracks are mastered, so an unpaid vacancy for a pro at mastering to assist does exist if the right applicant has the right gear, approach, attitude and sense of duty. However, if you’ve yet to twig, our cash reserves are minimal so at least to begin with this would an unpaid role Perhaps the below link is all you need to learn how to it (note: you ough to have your own gear).
ALSO. We need further help getting the tunes – once done – onto radio stations, onto dance nights (note: an OMNIMORE dance night would be sweet!). So, when ready, PLUGGERS, we shall call on you, and do our best to reward you handsomely.
As main writer and talker on this project, I (Quentin Birse) won’t be telling you how or what to think or feel through the permanently fluctuating music industry. I made these tunes but in many ways they are dead to me. They are my therapy. Read Roland Barthes. These tracks are ghosts to me now. I bestow them onto your for you own interpolation. Enjoy. or don’t.
And comment, please! WE RELY ON YOUR INPUTS!
A LITTLE STORY
I did a review once, a few years ago. It went great. It might be still out there on the web, preferably somewhere on the “good” blogosphere and not on the PR planet!
Irrespective I saw it much as I see this – criticism can be seen as a work fiction – escapism filtered through glimpses of a reality too painful to face head on, like staring at Sol. It’s not like performing. When an artist perform he or she should channel the Sun directly. Think Disaster Area from Douglas’ Adams works. When I see an artist I want to kick the artist’s star-barbecued remains to prove that what I felt was real and they really were feeling the feeling I was led to believe.
So I wrote my review. The bandleader loved it. He said:
Dude, Quentin, this is incredible. Your writing reminds me of Kurt Vonnegut. Do you want to write our blog of the grittier, grimmer, reality of living in a signed act?
I honestly laughed out loud when I heard that for a chunk of audacity. I graciously offered my thanks, declined the offer. I parted with a grin.
I just told him I reminded him I was pleased he liked the article. I can’t even remember the name of the band now. Something to with sounds from the Sun and then they changed it into something more to with being a dark side of the force Star Wars Matrix character and programming. Kicking myself to remember the name. I couldn’t really understand it then and they seem to have vanished now. The music biz is like the desert. Tons of samey grains of sand with the rare Oasis to sustain you (ahem – please not a recommendation!)
Despite all I’ve said above, one of my heroes, Bill Hicks, can sum up a little more accurately