In radio days I came to feel that the reason it was a perfect vehicle for art is that I had an audience, but that they weren’t in a position to respond. I could produce a sound without the help of anyone else, and I was guaranteed that it would be heard by some small group of people at least. And I didn’t have any obligation to listen back or reply.

That was the late eighties. In the late nineties the web began to serve the same function. One producer pushing out content. A small group of listeners at least, participating sometimes (listeners called the radio station once in a while), but basically a one-way communication.

And ‘writing’. The same.

Less congenial is anything you do with a phone. Theater, which for all the joys of doing it requires a team, and film more or less too.

I think it would be possible to push videos and ignore the comments section mostly. That’s the appeal?

In any case, the people that love me know and joke about how bad I suck with staying in touch.

But these days there’s at least less excuse for complaint, provided they just want to know what I’m up to.

Welcome to my Antiface Book.