I’m going to get to work on my archives. I’m kind of sitting round, I can’t really focus on new tunes and I’m still a bit unsettled but so I need something to get on with.

Archives is something I can work on without too much effort.

I guess the idea of the archives is to be able to keep adding new material until it’s complete but what’s the organising principal?

I think it will be multi reference, like you can get an entry on 2004 or you could get an entry on data:bass or Further, so I might start of with a chronology, and note down seperate references from there.

There is lots of archiving to be done, both for romantech and for soul science.

And I also have to join the dreaded facebook.

Soul Science I’m going to go with a more audio/visual feel, it’s either audio, or images, or regular videos.

You’re basically, see stuff whether it’s old pictures or new videos, plus there’s lots of content to download

I guess that’s what it comes back to, a platform on which to build regular content. Whether it’s on soul science and it’s driven by new downloads and video content, or it’s the stuff on here which is more leaning toward the narrative, so there’s much more writing explanation etc. and tying in the significance of themes and messages.

The soul science brand will be very anti-brand I guess because I’m going to focus on quietening the message, so it’s really just visuals, music and our videos. There’s not supposed to be anything there, except what is. It’s non conceptual, there are no layers of meaning.

It’s a hard, analytical, it is what it is type situation.

I guess in a way it’s just a matter of using the tools and understanding what’s available, and how the tools will allow your audience to interact with the content in their own way.

We got visual content we want to upload and present, so I’ll be checking out flickr.

I’ll be looking into bandcamp and soundcloud as well as possibly reverbnation, ilike, imeem, last.fm maybe one or two others to provide the music content for the sites.

And of course youtube provides the video content that can be embedded into

Aweber is the paid email management solution I use, to take addresses for regular email sign ups.

While a wordpress blog can deliver the all purpose platform for publishing non primary content.

It’s easy to see it all comes about spec’ing your site out with the right aps and widgets to help your fans get what they need.

haha look at that I suddenly thought I was writing my music marketing blog.  sheesh.

I think it’s time to put in the structure of how these archives are going to appear, and what we can do with the soul science site to preserve functionality while enhancing the design appeal.

But first I need emails for soul science and dig up my old email account for romantech. That’s going to be ugly,

Then Flickr, Soundcloud and Youtube. No more posting until it’s set up! Now crack to it!

Matt arrives at Cafe 7 in his beamer to the sound of a new Soul Science track he sees the guys and sits down to have his takeaway mocha when he gets the phone call from the disgruntled client.

The client goes into a full diatribe about the poster job for the underprivileged youth art project not being completed.

Points touched on are:

The client feels victimized and leans on the concept of discrimination against the underprivileged as well as it’s importance as a serious council funded arts project

The client namedrops local musicians and infers this is a bad reflection on his business and makes misinformed statements about Matt’s role as a “teacher”.

Matt becomes more hopelessly apologetic but reveals a stressed and harried response, laughing nervously.

The client admonishes the laugh saying “Don’t patronize me.”

When Matt tries to explain the circumstances of his business, the client goes further into picking apart Matt’s business practices and making somewhat patronizing suggestions as to how he should be running his business.

Matt forces humility and responds by promising to fix this problem. Tonight.

Matt ends the phonecall and is downcast. Music plays.

At the office it is night. Matt is explaining to swifty what he must do -Drive half an hour into the deepest part of some of Auckland’s poorest areas in order to stick up posters for a South Auckland art and documentary project promoting the art of underprivileged youth.

He complains about the work situation and reveals that he considers the possibility of being robbed and / or beaten is real, and whats more as Swifty asks about the state of his BMW’s warrant and registration which leads Matt to state that if the Police do notice him, he is likely to encounter hostility if what he’s doing is seen as a variation on tagging.

Swifty goes on and on about his various issues until Matt is forced to leave his chatter to get on with the job.

This goes into a montage of Matt travelling along the motorway at 2am, leaving the city and the “leafier” suburbs slowly seguing into the less than salubrious South Auckland surroundings. This may be one of the main opportunities to showcase tunes.

The music stops abruptly as Matt finds himself in a lonely dark street in south Auckland coming off the motorway. A Large Pylon buzzes in the background.

Matt manages to put a few posters here and there, hiz gaze lingers for the first time on the subject of the posters which are examples of the “underprivileged” youth’s own personal photography.

With some assuredness Matt sets off down Hill Rd, only to become seemingly lost until Manurewa appears.

At this point Matt is becoming more aware of the surroundings of South Auckland, even at 2 in the morning on Wednesday night, some bars and run down looking eateries are still open and have a few lower class people loitering around.

Cautiously Matt continues his work as mysterious street figures pass by inhospitably.

Turning back up the street, Matt stares into a large empty karaoke bar where few people sit and a somewhat competent girl sings Sanatana’s more modern hit “Thinking of ways to make it better . . . ”

“Maria, Maria . . . living her life just like a movie star . . . ”

There are few places for posters here and figure move ominously about the street. Another run down eatery is closed but still music blares from the speakers, a soppy new romantic ballad hit crooned over washing synths by a deep voiced new romantic with a ever so slight continental lilt.

“Save your love . . . ” I’m not quite sure of the song – any help?

At this point Matt passes a rowdy bar, and continues to place posters although fearful the drunken crowd will notice him and harrass him.

In another sequence, we may become aware that Matt is fearful of the Police seeing him, but because he insists on only wearing his glasses when he drives he has no way of telling if oncoming vehicles are police cars.

Matt travels along Gt South Rd placing the posters and we see many images from the exhibit.

At a particular shut up shopping precinct the movements of individuals becomes suspicious.

Matt continues to Manukau shopping centre and stops at a gas station to get supplies. Bland mainstream R’n B plays. With a nervous weariness he ends up buying all sorts of crap. And sits in the car sipping on a bad coffee and carboard muffin listening to a song.

The industrial landscape is desolate. Big rigs roll around here ant there and also, there are road crews doing roadworks seemingly everywhere throughout the short, but this is the moment where the ongoing presence of the big rigs hauling and the road works

Matt has conquered the South with his postering, but there is more to come, the shopping centre and surrounding business quadrant are strange compared to the more familiar working class shops of South Auckland.

It is about 3.30 am. Huge Car yards, industrial big box depots, are lit up, but the streets are quiet, flags flap in the wind. A large jet flies low into Auckland Airport. The Job is very almost done. Matt could finish now and talk up the numbers. He stands in the cool, silent, bright and windy night.

He approaches a large lit up gas station, again playing some bland R’n B, on a huge bright empty forecourt. He approaches to fill up his glue bucket at a tap. There is no one there.

More Music Plays. Matt continues on through South Auckland, to Papatoetoe, and some point the optimistic beats give way to a maechanical clunking that gives away the increasingly obvious realisation that Matt has a flat tyre.

Matt stops tensely in Papatoetoe to confirm he has a flat. Two transvestites call out to him, reacting with a subdued but tense repulsion, he drives off.

He becomes increasingly more paniced as the consequences of his decision to press on to the next gas station becomes more apparently a poor decision, shops fade to industrial areas which fade to inhospitable ghettos that fade to the long stretches of the large mill and brewery plants.

Matt pleads and repeats “Why have you got to do it to me. Why have you got to fuck me in the Ass. Why ya gotta fuck me?”

Conversations with demanding clients that will happen tomorrow when matt is unable to get his tyre fixed play, he is almost in tears.

Just when it becomes apparent that the tyre is more damaged by now than a simple flat, at last before what seems to fade into a highway across a swampy inlet, a gas station sits in a darkened truck stop.

At what first appears to be an air pump is a hose. Matt stops the car.

The Tyre looks like a bowl of noodles wrapped around the wheel, it is completely shredded.

He tells the service attendant, a slightly douchie looking indian guy he haas a flat, not quite knowing why.  The dude stares back blankly, “bummer.”

Pained and irritated Matt struggles to pull out his tyre, attempting and eventually pulling the tyre out from beneath the great collection of posters and postering utensils. Perhaps at points we catch sight of Matt’s Pirate gear.

Posters from old gigs fly out. Soul Science plays and perhaps we see Soul Science DJing perhaps at Fu. John’s monologue comes on, and Matt reaches for his phone to text John. It is 4.16am.

The change of tone is subtle as Matt keys out and then has second thoughts on his messages as John’s monologues about loyalty and partnership show themselves to contain concepts contrary to Matt’s independence.

The BMW Jack is different from a normal Jack. It doesn’t make any sense,

There is conflict between Matt’s independence and self empowerment, and his concept of his role as a business guy to which a flat tyre is just another challenge in the form of an expense that needs to be minimized.

Matt is alone with his broken down BMW in a dark truck stop on the edge of the ghetto.

More slightly douchie Indian guys approach and Matt is on guard. He immediately notices that as he talks he won’t remove his right hand from his pocket which creates increasing tension.

We hear a dialogue which reveals itself as that of the drug dealer, a small time capitalist which segues into the paranoid and violent until the indian guy takes his hand out of his pocket to grab the BMW jack before remarking that they too dont get the BMW Jack and will go grab theirs.

The tension is released. They banter about “work” and “town” as they begin Jacking up the car.

Then they say it has a key lock nut. Only a special fitting will unlock the main nut.

They withdraw back to mope around the attendants bay. Matt searches for the key lock fitting. He reads through the manual but its all japanese. He studies the picture.

A big polynesian dude comes up.

Either before or after there might be the polynesian client  monologue, when polynesian guys are ordering CD’s and DVD’s.

He says his daughter has a BMW and opens the underside of the boot lid to reveal a toolkit including the key lock fitting. He then reveals how the Jack is fitted. Matt is left slightly ashamed of his incompetence and eager to confirm he’ll be able to finish the job as the guy heads off.

He is again alone and unable to make the nuts even budge. He buys more supplies and has a cigarette.

Music plays.

And he resorts to calling a tow truck, after the first few turn him down, he gets told one will be ther in half an hour. It’s quarter to 5 in the morning.

Matt waits.

When the Tow Truck Driver arrives he is the typical blokey Dad archetype, 40’s, built but not fat.

He boots the nuts with almighty stomps that twist them loose and changes the tyre, and asks for just $20.

Matt is free from his ordeal. It is after 5am and the city is stirring to life. What becomes apparent continuing the truck drivers and road works theme is lots of working class people are working and at 5am many more are only beginning to make arrangements for their long working day.

Matt heads through Mangere. Slowly he looks around and see he is a top the street which was the first property he ever owned. Matt’s Dad’s monologue comes in. It is aspirational and yet, echoes with melancholy that times have passed and that Matt is grown up and on his own.

Masculinity is solely in his own hands.

The job must be finished, Mangere must get a decent coverage, Matt is weary and warey, it is getting light. Working Class people are driving and are waiting at bus stops, even now before 6am and the streets are filling with more traffic.

It’s time to go home.

As we segue from working class to middle class back to the city centre we see more working class people.

Music plays, Matt drives on with a brittle and blank despondence. Ambrozia flashes on sceen.

“I think of her

We may hear as this fades into Ambrozia’s monologue.

Matt returns home, he is back in the city. He twitters.  He starts writing a contrite email to the client and checking google maps to see his exact route and report this to the client. At some point this becomes entangled with thewords of an email that is obviously meant to be sent to ambrozia.

He sends the one to the client, the one to ambrozia he exits without saving.

The sun is rising, it is a new day. A new day with new jobs to be completed. Matt will roll in his BMW, he will answer his phone, and he will get the jobs done.

Matt knows that not only hard work but the experience he has which has taken him to this point maybe the only thing can help him be ready to cease the next chance he has to experience something great.

Loving this from Wikipedia on romanticism. My blog is all good, I’m like totally misunderstood and a loner and I am so totally all about saying how much I hate everybody and just want to be on my own buzz.

It’s the romantechicism yall!

This from Wkipedia:

Romanticism is a complex artistic, literary, and intellectual movement that originated in the second half of the 18th century in Western Europe, and gained strength during the Industrial Revolution.^[1] It was partly a revolt against aristocratic social and political norms of the Age of Enlightenment and a reaction against the scientific rationalization of nature,^[2] and was embodied most strongly in the visual arts, music, and literature.

The movement stressed strong emotion as a source of aesthetic experience, placing new emphasis on such emotions as trepidation, horror and awe—especially that which is experienced in confronting the sublimity of untamed nature and its picturesque qualities, both new aesthetic categories. It elevated folk art and custom to something noble, and argued for a “natural” epistemology of human activities as conditioned by nature in the form of language, custom and usage.

Romanticism reached beyond the rational and Classicist ideal models to elevate medievalism and elements of art and narrative perceived to be authentically medieval, in an attempt to escape the confines of population growth, urban sprawl, and industrialism, and it also attempted to embrace the exotic, unfamiliar, and distant in modes more authentic than chinoiserie, harnessing the power of the imagination to envision and to escape.

Our modern sense of a romantic character may be expressed in Byronic ideals of a gifted, perhaps misunderstood loner, creatively following the dictates of his inspiration rather than the mores of contemporary society.

Although the movement is rooted in German Pietism, which prized intuition and emotion over Enlightenment rationalism, the ideologies and events of the French Revolution laid the background from which Romanticism emerged. The confines of the Industrial Revolution also had their influence on Romanticism, which was in part an escape from modern realities; indeed, in the second half of the 19th century, “Realism” was offered as a polarized opposite to Romanticism. Romanticism elevated the achievements of what it perceived as heroic individualists and artists, which would elevate society. It also legitimized the individual imagination as a critical authority which permitted freedom from classical notions of form in art. There was a strong recourse to historical and natural inevitability, a zeitgeist, in the representation of its ideas.

Just about to upload these place holder pages for the new romantech archive – good gloss over exactly 27 different chapters of the musical projects I’ve been involved in.

PROJECT ARCHIVES:

Dojo Inspectors – Soul Science
Album Project 2009

Soul
Science – Music Project 2007

Beat
Dungeon Radio – Radio / Podcast 2007 -

Such
Heavy Wings – Sampler Project 2007

Special
Times – Sampler Project 2007

Reality
Compound – Mixtape series 2006-2007

Soul
Science – Club Night 2006-2007

Result!
- Sampler Project 2006

Oceanic
Chill – Album Project 2006

Get
Real – Reality Compound CD-Rom 2006

Catguts
Collaborations – Music Project 2005-2006

Reality Compound – Music Project 2005-2008

Viper
Club / Liquid Underground / DBA – Club Nights 2005

Decks
and the City – Mixtape 2005

Short
Circuit – Tour Project

Lickwicked
- Album project 2005

Who
Loves Ya? – Mixtape 2004

Distance
- Further Album 2004

Further
- Music Project 2004

Style
Over Substance – Music Project 2003-2005

Paradise
Bar Etc – Data:Bass Nights 2003-2005

Mental
Illness – Music Project 2003-2004

Data:
Bass Network – Music Project 2002-2005

Data:bass
- Club Night 2002 – 2003

Pre-August
2002

Evil
Robot – Manuscript 2000-2002

Furver
- Music Project 1995-1997

Well I guess right now all I can do is post my blog.

Maybe if I post my blog enough times it will like suddenly into a proper sweet site and a wicked youtube presence and all the rest.

I still pretty bummed out about my camera not working I felt like taking it back to JVC and explaining to them how I been trying to do this shit for years now and all I got is one lousy Reality Compound video and it’s all kind of fading into the past, and they sell me a shitty camera.

It’s all their fault.

I go around doing my posters, I have to to get some damn exercise. And it’s at night, driving around the streets.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing the posters. I dig it.

Tonight I was sticking up the posters and thinking about my art. I guess I always see some other dudes posters and start thinking about what the hell I’m doing. I dunno, I got this mixtape coming together.

I’m older that’s for sure, I think about all the music and stuff I’ve done and I’m no longer thinking about how I have to bundle it all into something, I’m already walking around, the sum of all my experiences and everything I’ve ever done.

Sat around making beats and smoking up and wasting time, did lots of that.

Quite a few people liked my tunes. But it just went on and on. It’s still going on. Even though I pit-stopped to get involved in business, that story is till going on, and I walk down the street slapping up my posters for work and I’m thinking it’s all about framing.

My framing is now my character. I am not the best beat making DJ in the world, my beats are deep but not the deepest.

. . . these are my deep beats, there are many like them but these are mine . . . heh heh

I make music, but that’s not really enough to make people care.

I care about art, and i care about communication and I remember when I was younger I used to talk about using music and art to communicate with people in a deeper way then just uh um “getting to know” them and “hanging out”.

But whatever, recognition, understanding of yourself, I’m not just making beats any more, that’s not what I’m about.

It’s more challenging.

I still have to try and write sweet beats but I also have to kind of “be” it and also present that, do the youtube thing, I’ve made it twice as hard on myself but that’s where I’m at with my artistry.

Maybe the beats will be shit and the vids will be shit, but um uh I gotta be what I gotta be. I understand more now why I do business and write this damn blog rather than making beats because I think I said something about despising hipster scum, well y’know broke muso’s with no clue. I’m not into it.

I don’t want to be a muso if it means I have to be some broke wanker that’s everything in their attitude and nothing in their wallet. I’m not keen. I have to stay alive in it that’s my buzz, that’s my legitimacy.

Let me explain this: It’s not about money compromising your art. It’s about art disctating your lifestyle because your broke. I can’t deal with it.

My art is not about me having no cash and no flash.

But I still think maybe I am getting older and I should be encouraged to go away. That’s the pressure of external logic I feel. I’m not 21, it’s not fresh, it’s not new, no one cares.

But I don’t have to you see, because I’m in business and I can do what I like. I work hard and this is my hobby. In my spare time I like to go deep.

I think that’s interesting. I am not the big star, I’m just some dude. I’m just a businessman. I’ll put my posters up in the night. I’ll think about what happened once one night once upon a time.

I’ll play out my hand and I won’t bluff. I dunno some dudes are married, in their dead end job, there’s a desperation there that’s good currency. I guess my trade is in the fact that those ends are still open.

There’s something romantic about a last chance. Last dance before closing.

Poster Printing

I used to have a diary in school. I thought I’d want to remember.

When I finally became part of the cool group when I was 15, I used to write in my diary about all the drinking and teenage bullshit. But more often then not I only wrote in it when I felt angsty, so reading back over it just made me feel like my life was fucking depressing.

Let’s hope this blog doesn’t head that way!

So now, even though things are going well, I still have to write the damn thing. Work is paying off again now, I seem to be making progress. Progress towards that point where I’m not slogging any more, but I’ve had some big breakthroughs recently so I’m looking forward to that time I can live the lifestyle.

Don’t really wanna be writing on some blog when I’m on a energy high. Gotta make dat hay.

One day when I was about 23 I was at this party with my girlfriend and she introduced me to this chick who had moved into a flat after I’d cleared out – probably I think after some drug shit, so she found some of my stuff, including my diary.

She’s read the whole damn thing so needless it to say it was a buzz out.

I’d planned to go get it but it was something I just didn’t do.

Somebody had my intimate thoughts, my wildest unself-conscious  ramblings.

But now I have this blog so I guess it’s all on.

Here’s my story:

There was a piece of delicious vegan lasagna which had me reaching for the grated cheese, and now their ain’t.

There was a girl involved, then I went into town and got drunk.

Playing a free party this sunday at Fu, sounds weird, but hey, it’s free and A-Sides is playing.

Then wednesday, first gig at Lot 44 right up top on Ponsonby Rd, downbeat syndrome with the beat dungeon group.

Hiii!

I’m taking it easy this weekend. Well actually no, there is Solar Series on at Tahaki Reserve in Mt. Eden tomorrow courtesy of Upfm you can tune in live

Taking it easy means I’m just feverishly beavering away on my business interests like a man possessed – makes sense there’s nothing really for me to be having an anxiety attack over right now.

Not yet any way.

Because I’m an addict. I can admit I’ve got a problem. It’s like this. I don’t have enough money, and I love generating revenues! But it’s a drag because workaholism can turn you into a square.

Some times I feel my corners taking shape, won’t it be great when I fit perfectly in a little box?

I mean what the hells going on. Where’s the 24 hour party like on TV?

Look it’s not like that. I have to remind myself. I have to talk to myself on my blog and shit, that’s why I do it. I don’t pursue my business interests for the sake of it, so I can indefinitely and perpetually pursue revenues and turn into some rich prick.

See, I just want to get it out of the way. Need the money thing, to not be really a problem, so, gotta sort it out.  Then, I can do what I like, what I might rather be doing, and enjoying it to it’s fullest, without worrying about hoe I’m gonna pay for stuff.

But I am trying. Just been getting the Short Circuit DVD ready, and it’s bringing back some crazy memories.

Basically Short Circuit is all about the crazy tours I been doing over the last few years. We done about 7 tours in the last 4 years, about 50 odd gigs, It’s awesome shit. Crazy shit, but it’s awesome because it’s got great narrative, you know I’m ALL about narrative, and great characters, and I happen to be one of them.

To me, I’m getting excited right here because I’m getting deeper into exploring and developing and actually executing and performing narratives.

Don’t you know what I’m on about? I’m not a musician any more! I’m not! I’m not a DJ, I’m not a producer and not in any kind of role like that because primarily I’m about a narrative.

This isn’t a story about how wicked I am as a musician because really, I’m not. It’s about my character and how it fits into this DVD project, this platform.

I DJ and I produce and I create because it’s part of my story, if that’s the part of the story you enjoy, then good for you. My favourite bit is the suspense building whether or not I find out the truth, get the girl , and save the day.

Getting this DVD together is all about that archiving, which is really energising for me, it’s something I really want to get into because for me, I’m digging up all this evidence, all this research and connecting with where my heads been going to, and I’m pulling it all together.

Really energising.

Y’know? We travelled a lot, a lot of stuff happened, we had a lot of experiences with a lot of different people and there wasa hell of a lot of music. There was good music, and good musicians and people passionate about music, and there were crap gigs, and crap music, and awful musicians and people, and their personalities and their agendas and just basically . . . people.

And that’s what a story, what a narrative is all about.

Already I’m excited because I see themes coming out.

What I’m appreciating here is that we have this story that has aspects to it which can be given a lot of life, but we have lost a lot of our footage and our content.

It’s going to be hard to get the kind of result that I’m looking for, that I see in my head, and I know that but I’m excited to be building positively toward this, toward something.

It’s chance to reflect on some important stuff. What happened to the footage, where have all the memories gone? I’m never going to be young and fresh again like I was then, you’re reflecting on what you don’t have.

That sounds morbid and defeated, but it’s part of a story as well. It’s a story where I reflect on what I do have, what I’ve learnt, my experiences, able to understand now that just as I’ve failed in the past, I will fail again, and each of those failures is propelling me to that place where I can understand and reflect on the past and make sense of it.

And in the future, we’re going to make better choices, and we’re going to film more, and in making sense of it, and truly understanding it in a way that would never have grasped me when I was younger and still swept up in it, I am actually creating a more pure and refined art.

Y’know it’s almost as if I was never ready until now to move forward with what Iwas doing because I wasn’t old enogh to understand.

It’s like when I was younger, I was all about music, but slowly I feel myself moving into video and film which also embraces the writing I do. It’s like I’ve reached this point where I’m ready to face video knowing I can tell stories that I want to tell, and I’m going to need to rely on my music, not just my musical skills, but my musical identity in order to develop the kinds of performances, the kind of content I want to present.

DVD duplication

What have I got to prove? If I wanted people to respect me I’d probably go for something a bit cleverer than writing music on my computer.

I’m not even that good at it.

I’m just some guy who wants to tell his story.

We all want to end up in the right place. That’s how I ended up here, saying, shit, I work damn hard because I want to get myself comfortable, and I want to do it because I can.

But I think I wanted to say something. I dropped out of university because I wanted to say something. I wanted to make music, and use that to say what I wanted to say, but I haven’t said it.

And I have to say it, because deep down I know the point of being here is not to be “comfortable”. I’m not really saying anything by declaring that I’m “comfortable” except that I’ve given up. The only meaning left is same old bullshit, life, on hold waiting for them to put your internet back on listening to fucking cat stevens, telling you to fucking “find a girl, settle down . . . ” I think I’d be happier if it was my funeral.

Anyway, so, as it turns out, life’s not perfect. It’s not easy to comprehend.

We hear stories, we tell stories, we make our own stories.

When I was younger I didn’t know anything, I thought making beats was a good way to express myself, I dunno it was time, I was romantic, I was idealistic, it was over so fast I didn’t know what happened and I thought writing beats would help me to explain it.

It’s not really it though is it? Beats tell stories but it’s not the whole story. Neither is me bleating on on my blog.

What I’m trying to say is that my art has become my story. Or is it the other way round? whatever, I hope we can talk about it.

Doing the business that I do is my story. Doing the blogs I do is my story, and rolling bass whether playing parties or putting together loops on the computer is my story too.

Do I get rich? Do I get the girl? Do I come to understand? Does it make a difference in the end?

This is the story I’m telling, whatever happens, I just want to tell it.

Yeah, people tell me I think too much.

People point this out to me. My friends. What, I worry a lot?

To me, I have high standards. I want to fix problems, I just don’t always understand them. Existance is complex.

Y’know, I want to manifest myself musically with a completeness and focus. Some people would tell me to harden up and just get on with it.

My friends are helpful though. They will point out that I sometimes I could be perceived as a little indulgent.

Oh so I’m having a mental breakdown, yeah? What because I don’t have enough money yet? What because, while I’ve been so worried about my portfolio, I’m devastated that I haven’t emerged from some chrysalis like a worm on the drum’n bass scene transforming into some superstar and scene champion?

That’s too bad.

Maybe I need to stop being a little princess and harden up. My friends would be quick to examine what I’m complaining about.

All the work and commitment it takes as a promoter now that I play in decent clubs and people tend to show up whether we promote the gig hard or not?

Maybe the real solution is to go back to playing shitty clubs that you have to bust all over just to get a few people into. And you have to set the party up, it’s not like the decent clubs where you just have to walk in, play and then leave again.

Oh but it’s so much stress. What stressful playing to a decent crowd, a ramping dancefloor? Stressful having to practiceso you actually feel worthy of your position, knowing how many DJ’s would love to be the ones getting all the attention?

Maybe I should just not practice at all, or really, just go back to using really sub standard equipment, so as soon as I’m under pressure in the club, I’ll have no idea what I’m doing.

Great look for the crowd to when you’re bringing a unique vibe of awkwardness and paralysing anxiety to the decks.

Yup it was only as recently as 2007 that even after 5 years playing and promoting gigs, touring, being a DJ, I was still a mediocre DJ at best who would undountedly put a full 40 hour week in cumulative total into preparing for a one off event at whatever club would give us a shot.

I do need to harden up and look at the opportunities I have and get into them, rather than complaining about it.

But this is me we’re talking about. I’m not simply going to put these issues to bed. I’m responsive. I’m sensitive. I’m aware of stuff.

There are opportunities to make things better.

I know it’s time to harden up and get on with it. Get on with what exactly?

Well, writing this blog is not working on the new tracks that I need to be putting up, that’s one thing to be said.

I need to harden up and get on with it, sure, but right now, I need to write this dumb blog.

Maybe I think to much. But once I’ve thought it thorugh I’ll know exactly what I’m doing.

Okay I had a bad run of luck recently, basically a lot of sitting around – so I been updating my music online.

I have been agonizing over a new bio!!!! because since I decided to give all my songs away free now, I decided I needed update my online profiles, and go with a new official bio for all my online music distributors.My old bio was a little bit to casual, y’know I had this piss take thing about my grandma saying I could sell my CD in local shops, and how I’d still be making beats if was under a bridge banging on an empty beer bottle with a used fit. (hypodermic needle)That’s imagery, I guess.

But yeah it wasn’t that big. I don’t want to create the impression that just because I’m not interested in selling my music, it’s no good, and I’m just some dude who’s got some loops going on his PC.

Then I try and get all deep and meaningful and seriously it just sounds – yknow – I mean I’m good at that stuff but you know me it starts sounding more like my little pony than drum’n bass and what is it . . .

But y’know especially with drum’n bass – it’s not all about me. Where I grew up and what I’m about doesn’t really matter, it’s about you, you’re going to download the music and enjoy it for a while and get something new again later.
No one cares about my life, or my “achievements” or whether I’ve paid my dues - they just want to find and download good music, so basically I just wanted to recognize that. So it’s just music, links and keywords. 

If people wanna find out more about me personally, they can check out my website or follow my blog. Otherwise yeah – it’s deep drum’n bass, download and enjoy.
MY NEW BIO

Deep Drum’n Bass. Deep deep funky sweet feel good deep rolling vibing sweet soulful bass driven beats, deep beat driven melodies, rich bass driven vibes, deep sweet rolling bass, breaks, beats, Deep sweet DEEP DRUM’N BASS AND DEEP BEATS !

DRUM AND BASS, LIQUID FUNK, ATMOSPHERIC TECH STEP, BREAKBEATS, BASSLINES, ELECTRO, DOWNBEAT, CHILL OUT, BEATS FUSED WITH DUB, SOUL, JAZZ, FUNK, DISCO.DOWNLOAD EVERYTHING FOR FREE @ www.romantech.co.nz.

http://www.romantech.co.nz
http://www.myspace.com/romantech
http://www.youtube.com/user/djromantech
http://cdbaby.com/cd/djromantech – purchase my 23 track downbeat compilation here.
http://www.last.fm/music/Romantech
http://www.ilike.com/artist/Romantech
http://www.squidoo.com/romantech
http://romantech.wordpress.com
http://romantech.blogspot.com
http://www.amplifier.co.nz/artist/7718/
http://www.reverbnation.com/romantech

Romantech: Auckland, New Zealand based provider of deep Drum’n Bass and break beat driven downloads, info and events.

Romantech: 10 years in it. Clubs, gigs, parties, tours, internationals, crews, beef, bullshit, failure, breakdowns, drops, hope, determination, beats, bass, turntables, vinyls, mp3’s, downloads and vibes.

Download the tunes, download mixes, download goodness, download vibrations. It’s for you. It’s meant to be. Enjoy the music.

Has supported: Artificial Intelligence, A-Sides, Suv, Greg Packer.

Also Sounds like: Calibre, High Contrast, MIST, Commix, Makoto, Bungle, Shapeshifter NZ, Craggz & Parallel Forces, MJ Cole, Cyantific, DJ Marky, ShyFX & T power, Peshay, Aquasky, EZ Rollers, Danny Byrd, Hospital Records, Klute, John B, LTJ Bukem, Kubiks, Lomax, Alix Perez, Mutt, Logistics, Nu:tone, DJ Patife, Insiders, Donny Dubson, Dan Marshall, Phunkfiction Recordings, Fokuz Recordings, L.A.O.S. Concord Dawn, Trei, Syncopix, Red Eyes, Ram Trilogy, Klute, Ben Westbeech, Submorphics, Sabre, Eveson, Blu Mar Ten, MC Fats, Incident, Metrik, Contour, Naibu, Zero Tolerance, Stunna, Influx Datum, Influx UK, Matrix & Futurebound, Holdtight, Defunked records, Mathmatics, Atlantic Connection, Invaderz, D.kay, DJ Shadow, Thievery Corporation, Coldcut, International Observer, Boards of Canada, Ulrich Schnauss.        

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So I been around the net . . . 

and Reverb nation is sweet! check this out -

I got my facebook widget: (I am so only on facebook for work so dont get hiffy if I dont add you for like til months. I think facebook is rude, myspace is way more deviant)

And check out this mean widget where I can do all my stuff from.

theres a mailing list as well which pretty much makes it a pretty sweet site for bands. It’s not as popular as Ilike and last.fm which ive got plenty of free tunes on now as well, but all this cool stuff is pretty well, cool
I’m not gonna be doing any mail outs any time soon so I wouldn’t worry about joining my mailing list.

Just get my RSS for my blog @

http://romantech.wordpress.com