Moving Home

Once again, this set of words is moving home, making it the second time in three years. As this bit of lexical migration mocks me in its ability to get up and leave without much forward planning or the need to religiously save money, it also leaves me pondering how much I’m prepared to mentally travel with it.

Digital real estate in the real world is a weird one. This is bunch of dark text on a white background fed to you through a lit-up screen powered by some twisted combination of electronics and magic. Believe it or not (because you can’t really see it), these words are sitting inside a little black box in some data storage centre in an unknown location on this planet, jumbled up into ones and zeros that only the magic (powered by electricity) can make any sense of.

That little black box costs money to rent the space to fit the jumbled up words in there. Three years ago I paid upfront for a nice rental package that – as I now come to the end of the period – I realise I don’t really want to pay again for. After all, there’s places that’ll host this shite for free, you know.

So, under cover of darkness, this whole record of written junk has shifted itself over to its new, slightly more affordable home. There’s still a fee to put a personalised name on the door though – one that doesn’t just scream out “WordPress Street” at a moment’s glance. Sure, it’s not necessary to have the different name on the address – it’s more of a vanity thing really. But it’s an affordable luxury I’m happy to go with.

We, the words, now live at jamiewalsh.uk, (but you already knew that because you’re here, obvs) although we still have the lease on the old place until Christmas Eve until the place gets unceremoniously shut down in amongst various other festivities. There’s still a bit of decorating and general housekeeping to be done at the new place, but other than that we’ve settled in nicely, thank you.

Now go and do something productive with your time instead of wasting it sitting there looking at this. It’s something I may end up doing come the New Year, facing up to whether I want to commit myself to another fifty-two weeks of attempting to churn stuff out on a regular basis.

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Here’s a voice so youthful, it actually sounds child-like at times. Whilst it’s easy to find this off-putting (nobody sounds great asking for a wowwipop), I feel the tone lends itself to the idea of a young adult still figuring out what ‘adult’ actually is.

This follows on from her lovely first album from a few years ago. This tune did alienate me a bit to begin with: I enjoyed the first half better than the second. On the whole, though, it’s an interesting concept of a song two halves depicting the internal reluctance to accept adoration from another person and actually embracing that love. The ‘fuck it’ moment, if you will.

SOAK – Everybody Loves You