The launch was better than expected, i think everybody got a good idea of what we’re about.

Thank you to everybody who leant a hand, played or just rolled up for a jig, photos will follow shortly in our new galley.

Bono & Geldof Reincarnated.

For my first blog, I’d like to pass comment on something that gets me going more than almost anything else I’ve come across in the industry.  Not labels, not promoters, not even arrogant front men convinced that they’re Bono & Geldof reincarnated (together).  No, my primary rage and scorn is reserved for a group of people to which I, and possibly many of you belong…industry ‘people’.

The music industry employs thousands of people up and down the country, many of whom are a pleasure to work with – like minded, creative and forward thinking (plug, plug, plug).  However, all too often I’m presented – usually very loudly – by the exception to the rule. The ones that are in the business not for the love, or even the money, but to enhance their own egos and stature over other mere mortals.  My encounters with these arrogant fucks generally belongs with their favourite line…”I’m on the guest list”.

The conversation usually thereafter follows the same well trodden path…

Me:    “Hi, nice to meet you, my name’s **** and I run the venue”

Them:    [blank look back]

Me:    Erm, ok, that’s four pounds please…

But I’m on the guest list. (it speaks)

That’s right, four pounds please.

But I’m on the list.

Yep, the list is four pounds tonight.

But I’m industry (the subject turns sterner now, concerned about the prospect of blowing the moths out of that dusty wallet)

Indeed you are. Its £10 on the door tonight, so we’re running an industry list of £4.

So I’ve got to pay? (aha! Catching on quick)

Yep, £4.  That’s still 6 quid cheaper than the door price, which I’m sure you’ll agree is more than reasonable.

Well…but…this is……I never get charged at [names pikey venue down the road]

That’s very nice of them. But tonight you’ve come to my venue, to watch a band that I’m paying.  And I’m charging you £4 for the pleasure.  Now, I’ve got a line of people waiting and I’ll have to ask you to pay £4 or leave the queue.

Ok, whatever….can I have a receipt please.

Of course.  Enjoy the show.

I give our hero the receipt and change (from a crisp 20 of course), wait 5 seconds and look back after them……wait for it……its coming…

So…is there a free bar for industry tonight?

…And I turn away, ready to serve the next punter, happy in the knowledge that I will never let this person in at a penny less than the full door price again.

These people have such genuine delusions of grandeur, are so wrapped up in their own self worth that they actually believe they are more important than anyone else at the show, so important that they should get in for free whilst everyone else pays a tenner.

Not that they actually end up paying of course.  Notice at the end of the conversation how, when finally conceding defeat, our hero abruptly asks for a receipt so they can claim the cash back from whichever piece of shit label they happen to be working for.  After all that fuss, the bank breaking sum of £4.00 will be claimed back on expenses the very next morning.

What upsets me most about this situation in particular, is that expenses or no expenses, these people reside in Primrose Hill and quiet crescents in Kentish Town and are well able to afford to pay ten pounds to watch a gig.

Yet the average fan on the street, the genuine music fan, the students, interns and sandwich shop workers…people living to the physical limits of their means, people to whom ten pounds is a lot of money, these people pass you their tenner with a smile, ask what time the bands start, tell you how excited they are about the show.  These are the people that make today’s music scene what it is, and these are the people who keep the arrogant fucks (like the person I just let in for 4 quid) in employment.

More soon.

Seb

Welcome to DCR and welcome to the 26th September 2008, enjoy the shows, thankyou to one and all!!!!

So the days are drawing in, as well as the dark, and the DCR launch is imminent. The past months have been made up with: red tape, phone calls, design, opinion, boredom and waiting to hear back from emails. Now that has been duly conquered the ever present joy of the shows is upon us. The website has been a little quiet but it’s all building up nicely. The first shows have been recorded and are waiting for the launch, i’m really happy with the broadcasts, its on the money in terms of where we are headed musically. I hope to see you at the launch, it’s gonna be nice to have a blast at the end of the long climb.

Truly; many thanks

Liam

10 Rapid presents B-sides
Liam Turner’s show
Digby Bodenham’s Debris Slide
& Live Set from the mighty Yeasayer

When bands begin to get coverage you sometimes don’t hear the music for a while, but you do encounter the name often enough to drive you nuts, then you hear the songs and all that expectation, all that media elevation, drops like a bird shit in the Dalston rain. WHB are different, they posses a group of musicians that fill out the musical spectrum, all without a drummer!

Their first single ‘Hear it in the cans’ is released on October 13th, two thirds of the band are currently in South America, they may well be surprised by the expectation that’s developed when they come back, Darren Bancroft possesses a voice that sets them apart from the Indie revelry, if you fancy an example of this check out www.myspace.com/wehaveband and listen to WHB demo, and ill say nothing else about it.

We were lucky enough to record their first ever gig as a band earlier in the year, you’ll be able to listen to this exclusive in the coming weeks.

Darren from We Have Band is coming down to DJ and play us out at the launch.

Lovely Stuff