I was in a record store Saturday, old school brick and mortar place selling physical representations of sound waves on vinyl, digital representations of plastic. They share space with a ‘book’ store, quaint physical entities filled with pieces of paper upon which a single subject has been printed. I was there killing time before a blind-date at the coffee shop around the corner. As is customary in these establishments, the proprietor has a record going. There’s a sample, of a cartoonish voice going, “I just found joy, I’m as happy as a baby boy”, and I have to get it.
This morning, I finally am getting around to ripping the disc, and reading the liner notes, find that the artists considered this particular album as a collection of unfinished songs, which seems to imply he’s done finished work as well, so I bring him up in Rhapsody, and wouldn’t ya know it, they have both the album I bought, and some other stuff by him available.
Thinking about it, the album I bought helps out the record store, but does nothing for the artist unless the store buys another copy right away. He got whatever he was going to get out of that CD when it got picked up by a distributor, IIRC. If I listen to his stuff online, both what I already have, and the other, he’d be getting something each time I press play. But what, a tenth of a cent?
An interesting world for an artist.
Oh, yeah, the artist is Jonny Trunk, the album is Scrapbook. I think it is pretty good. Little soundscape poems, samples remixed and tweaked sort of thing.