Who gets publicly excited about music?

People, I lack music.

My office in Berlin was in a bar, above rehearsal rooms, with an electro-heavy playlist constantly on the stereo. There was enough music around that I didn’t need to find my own. So, aside from the odd medicinal piece for a particular mood, I just soaked up whatever was in the air already.

My current office is more mundane: choose headphones, or choose silence. I can’t just sink into the emotional rhythm of other people’s music, so I need to create my own or let the entire day be identical.

Still, I’m not really asking for music recommendations. I really want to find

music journalists

. Or music blogers, music essayists, whatever.

I may draw the line at twitter

. Suggestions?

Ones I already like:

  • Simon Reynolds (despite his habit of concealing his articles across a dozen half-forgotten blogs)
  • Velvet Coalmine
  • K-punk,

    Splintering Bone Ashes, and the rest of the hauntology crowd. Though they’re more philosophy than music, and in any case seem mostly to have given up the ghost.
  • Sasha Frere-Jones (though I wish he were a bit less tastefully even-handed)

  • um…there most be some more? Right?

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Reminder that today is my belated housewarming, and my housemate’s birthday party. Location is 8A cheshire road, london n22 8JJ. Turn up any time from early evening — with friends/partners/etc as you see fit.

Should you need it, my phone number is 07935 589442

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Laurie on sexy women we love to hate:

Sometimes it’s Lady Gaga, but Gaga is weird and confusing and you never quite know when she’s going to turn up dressed as a man, a lobster or all three volumes of Marx’s Das Kapital at once, as opposed to the standard alien vinyl barbie look of which certain sections of the curtain-twitching middle classes love to disapprove.