Charles Connolly

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: TOTEM – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: TOTEM – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™Š๐™๐™€๐™ˆ – ๐˜ผ๐™ข๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™š๐™ง


    In disbelief, Charles is inspiredโ€ฆ


    Some of you may wonder about my reviews. โ€œWhere does he get his ideas? Where does his inspiration come from?โ€ Others of you might not give the slightest damn! Well I’m not concentrating on that impolite fraction. So, these ideas are usually me and my very best constipation face, until something good springs to mind. Then I simply jot it all down. This time however, it was sheer inspiration in being moved by the music. I couldn’t help but put pen to paper. Simple as that! Amaury Laurent Bernier has had much attention of late, in and around the New Artist Spotlight and the rest of the internet. Much praise, various interviews – you know. I like to go a little off the beaten track. So as not to repeat what has already been said elsewhere. Of course, there will be SOME repetition, because I did not entirely detest the record.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Turing Test – Kele Fleming

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Turing Test – Kele Fleming

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ – ๐™†๐™š๐™ก๐™š ๐™๐™ก๐™š๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ


    Charles eats stars for breakfastโ€ฆ


    Alan Turing. One of the great minds of the 20th Century. I will be bold enough to claim that his brain even surpassed those of our more recent greats, Billie Eilish and Oprah Winfrey. But you’re welcome to argue that point, should you so wish. It just occurred to me that some of you might not know who Alan Turing was. Turing was a technological genius. He developed The Bombe (not the atomic kind); responsible for cracking the Nazi Enigma code used throughout WWII. It is questionable as to whether we would have won the Second World War without Turing. A vital asset, therefore! Note that we are not currently in the middle of a Third World War, while Billie Eilish and Oprah Winfrey just happen to be around. Coincidence…? Yes. A completely unrelated โ€œcoincidenceโ€. Turing is also hailed for being the forefather of the computer as we know it. But this was all in the past. Most people were not familiar with the name and he went the way of obscurity. That is, until relatively recently as he has popped back into chit-chat over the last 15-or-so years. Was this because people thought it was about time he was truly recognised for his achievements? Well, I suppose there was a bit of that. But mainly, it was because he was gay. Never mind what he actually did! The point is, he was persecuted and prosecuted for being gay in a time when it was illegal to be gay. And so we now rectify that matter by praising him to the sky for being gay. I can see a flaw hereโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Together Forever – Von Marlon

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Together Forever – Von Marlon

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง – ๐™‘๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ


    Charles falls into the groove.


    Letโ€™s play a drinking game. Those under the legal age, please leave the room and play with your toys. This is serious man stuff. No offence to the minors or the women. Actually, women are allowed if they think theyโ€™re man enough – lovely phrase. Right! Letโ€™s begin. Every time I mention groove or anything groove related, you have to down a shot. Or at least, have a large gulp of your alcoholic beverage of choice. Weโ€™ll have none of that sipping lark, thank you very much. We are about to step into the groove. You should be on your fourth by now – this might get a little messyโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: To Whom but You – Scruffy Saints

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: To Whom but You – Scruffy Saints

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค ๐™’๐™๐™ค๐™ข ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช – ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™ง๐™ช๐™›๐™›๐™ฎ ๐™Ž๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ


    Charles begins the resurrectionโ€ฆ


    So that was Easter. For those who don’t celebrate it, Easter is a time for celebrating Coco, the god of chocolate. I therefore can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t celebrate such a thing. Unless you’re allergic to chocolate, in which case it may be best to treat it as any other weekend. Okay, there is no god of chocolate. It’s all about Jesus having risen from the dead – as ya do. Clever lad. I must say, I like the idea. But do I believe in it all? Well… It’s a hard one to swallow. I mean, the whole idea seems a little far fetched, no? But if you want to believe, then by all means, believe! There’s no harm in it. Whatever floats your boat. There is beauty in this idea. It is not morbid. Quite the opposite, if you think about it. And this is the side of religion of which I am most fond. The peaceful beauty of it all. The unworldly nature of it all. The magic. Just like when one watches children use their imagination. Does that still happen these days? Do they still use their imagination? Well, let’s just say they do. It is delightful, endearing and somewhat captivating. So in this sense I think of religion as holding on to that child-like wonder. And why not??


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time Out – Sano Hill

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time Out – Sano Hill

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ฉ – ๐™Ž๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ค ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก


    Charles carries on regardlessโ€ฆ


    Lately, I have been a very busy bee. Mainly with my recent mixing and producing for other artists, such as CHVRLI BLVCK, Billy Lowry, Vida, Wanaka, Eleanor Collides, Steven Heath and Rich Allen, to name but a few. I have also managed to fit in the odd bit of my own stuff. That album ainโ€™t gonna make itselfโ€ฆ Of course there are the ongoing frustrations in life like technology, companies, systems and people. I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago, but it really does waste a lot of time and energy. And thereโ€™s food and standard daily chores. Having no butler, maid or slave, I am left to fend for myself in this regard. While this is perfectly normal, my job is perfectly abnormal. I have no office, nor lunch break. I donโ€™t clock in at 9, I donโ€™t clock out at 5. One of the best and worst things about being self-employed is that I have to manage my own time. Canโ€™t stand the phrase/term, but this we rather unimaginatively call โ€˜time managementโ€™. I donโ€™t like it, Iโ€™m not great at it, but Iโ€™m getting better. The problem is, that I get in the zone. Although to me mixing is an artful skill rather than an art (unlike production), I treat it like an art, in that I find myself wrapped up in it for hours, fully absorbed as I would be with art. And as each hour passes, it feels like 15-20 minutes. I take mixing seriously and I treat it as preciously as if it were my own music. I know some clients of mine find it difficult to point out things they want altered in my mix, BECAUSE it is personal to me. They donโ€™t want to offend or upset me. But they mustnโ€™t think like this. I have rather quickly realised that it is the clientโ€™s views and wants that are to be adhered to. Not my own. For the duration of that mix, they are my boss. Besides, a lot of mixing is simply taste. It is not right or wrong. If an artist wants their lead vocal upped by 20db, then the artist shall have their lead vocal upped by 20db. I will suggest that this perhaps isnโ€™t the best idea (and explain why), but ultimately they have full control – as they should.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time – Ed Corrado

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time – Ed Corrado

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š – ๐™€๐™™ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ง๐™–๐™™๐™ค


    Charles contemplates time and its association with the stigma of age.


    Youth is everything. Youth is the very essence of life. Youth is vital. But it is the ever-diminishing tight boundaries of its definition that concern me. I am all for praising the young and their talents, but why should someone aged 25 be made to feel middle-aged? Are they destined to depart this Earth at the age of 50? People only live longer these days, so that canโ€™t be right. Despite this embiggened life, our โ€œyouthโ€ continues to truncate. Surely it would only be better to live longer if we can have more of the good bits? Not to say adults of wise and experienced maturity are having a terrible time, but it is simply different. Almost ALL emphasis seems to be on youth and youth only, in this modern era. The world is tackling racism and sexism at an enormous and rather astounding pace, but ageism is rampant and continues to grow with every year. I simply do not understand. Experience is in my opinion the greatest asset, and is by definition the one thing the young can almost never have. Age is also the ONLY thing we all have in common – we start young, we grow old. I will leave you to ponder that thought and mull it over.


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  • ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    This week, Brad (aka Mercury Teardrop) takes over ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ to pay homage to Charles, the man, the myth, the legendโ€ฆ and to dive into โ€œThis is How the Story Beginsโ€, his latest single featuring Wilko Wilkes.


    ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ – ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ, ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™จ


    Brad does his bitโ€ฆ


    My early memories of music are some of the most vivid memories I have from my childhood. I was one of those kids who grew up surrounded by music. I remember sitting for hours in my parentsโ€™ living room, records all over the shag carpet and giant headphones hanging on my tiny ears, listening to album after album. There was the typical โ€œpopโ€ of the day in the house, but for the most part, I would listen to anything I could get my hands on. From ABBA to ZZ Top, I couldnโ€™t get enough. At about eight years old, I started to buy my own records. For you kids out there – โ€œkidsโ€ being operationally defined as anyone born after 1985 – this was not as easy as it sounds. It was an entire coordinated effort to save the money required, curate a list of albums you wanted, decide on the pinnacle of that list to spend your life savings on, and then, find someone who would take you to the record store. I would often wait for months before I could buy a single record. One of the first records I bought was โ€œOut of the Blueโ€ by The Electric Light Orchestra. I remember the day like it was yesterday.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ก ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ – ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™จ ๐™‚๐™ช๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ฏ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž


    Charles Connolly cries over hueโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a pet? I haven’t. Never. Of any kind. But I suspect this to be quite rare. I suspect that most of you – if not almost all – have at some point in your life had a pet of some sort. Were my parents thoughtless or cruel in not giving me a pet when I was a child? I would say not. The main reason being, that due to my severe eczema and asthma, as well as various allergies, a pet might have finished me off entirely. I am not sad or regretful though, as having never experienced the sensation, I cannot say my eternal lack of animal really affected me in any way. Personally, I was too busy being immersed in music (little has changed). Most children and teenagers have little to do, and so a pet will most certainly give you some sort of sense of purpose. Could a pet perhaps prepare you in life for being a parent? Or even, for being a partner? To naturally be forced to care for someone so early in life? It could be a lesser pet that is simply around, with less of a presence, that your mother (or nanny) looks after, and that you yourself have little to do with. But I will assume that most pets quickly become very much part of the family.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™–๐™ง – ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ค๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฏ


    Charles speaks of love from a distanceโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a crush on someone? Obvs. Obvs, utts, totes, abs and deffo. Of course you have. Youโ€™re only human, after all. I certainly have, anyway. From my own personal experience, I can only speak from the perspective of a heterosexual male. I would love to say her name was Sophia, but alasโ€ฆ Letโ€™s talk about Sharon. The glint quickly snapped from an eye. The way her hair just falls and bounces in THAT way as she turns around. The perfectly formed nose that wrinkles when amused. That slender, elegant neck forcing oneโ€™s eyes down towards herโ€ฆ collarbone. Proud shoulders that hang from invisible threads, not highly strung but still supported. The sweetest laugh that only I have noticed. An occasional cackle denoting a darker, more intriguing side to this wonder.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Game – Lunar Plexus

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Game – Lunar Plexus

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™‚๐™–๐™ข๐™š – ๐™‡๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ง ๐™‹๐™ก๐™š๐™ญ๐™ช๐™จ


    Charles plays a gameโ€ฆ


    This weekly thing of mine. You all witness it, but only in its finished form. None of you ever sees the process. Itโ€™s possible that many of you barely register there being a process of any kind. A bit like how my father never imagined Beatles songs actually being crafted and put together in the studio by his heroes playing instruments, manually and laboriously, take after take; rather that the songs simply came to exist. I donโ€™t just tap the โ€œmake reviewโ€ button, then tap the โ€œpostโ€ button. If only. But โ€œif onlyโ€? Would I really like that? Whereโ€™s the fun in that? Sure, it would certainly give me a lot more time to work, and not keep artists/clients waiting (Iโ€™m a producer/make-things-sound-gooderer, just in case you wondered), and it certainly would be nice not to have that persistent weekly pressure on my shouldersโ€ฆ But then again, isnโ€™t this all part of what has turned it into a โ€œthingโ€; like a PROPER thing? My little Corner has apparently become something special. Which makes me rather proud, I must admit. However, I see the column differently to you. For me itโ€™s a weekly challenge, and one that I relish. Itโ€™s not an obstacle or a chore to be completed. The fun is in the process, but the outcome is just as important. But fun doesnโ€™t mean lack of effort; hell no. The effort is what makes it enjoyable, both in the giving and the receiving. Basically, much like Solitaire, itโ€™s a game I play by myself. By the way, did you spot all 11 card games in last weekโ€™s article (12 if you include Tarot)? That in itself was a game you probably werenโ€™t even aware was being played!


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