What I did tonight instead of going to see Cut Copy play live

Everett True details what he did tonight instead of watching Australian indie/dance band Cut Copy ply their watered-down version of 80s New Order.

• I cursed this fucking dry cough again. And again. And again.
• I laboured through tiredness.
• I recorded a new video – and wondered what has happened to that recording John Steel Singers made with myself on a secondary narrative.
• I wondered once more about old friends (no, not that one).
• I listened to The Wall. Remarkably quiet.
• I played chess: online chess where trolling is half the joy.
• I placed one foot in front of another, one foot in front of another.
• I vowed to become even more addicted, listening to more of this. (A singer whose image I have always instinctively hated, feeling that it mirrors a complete cynical lack of authenticity and money-grabbing cultural appropriation.) And wondered about the moment the sea-change occurred.
• I wondered precisely which electronic circuit the ants that occasionally stroll across my computer screen live in.

by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.