Blog entry recovered from MySpace archive, first published Monday October 30, 2006.
Uncomfortably warm
At this time of year it is normal to expect frost to be forming. Unfortunately it would seem that the uncharacteristic weather conditions have even reached the music world: Frost has thawed. Jem Godfrey announced, in a blog on Sunday, that due to increasing pressures on his time - both professionally and domestically - that Frost was going the way of every ice sculpture. This is, to me, a source of great disappointment. There is no doubt that prog is undergoing something of a renaissance (quietly and as yet largely unnoticed by the mainstream), but usually in the guise of the old guard getting off their sofas and churning out new, but recognisably similar stuff. Frost was a truly progressive breath of fresh air. (Ok, so I've bought into Jem's propoganda a little, but I do actually think that he was right. Prog had stagnated for 20 years - with very odd exceptions - and still was.) I'm off to Rotherham to see the band perform approximately three quarters of Milliontown live on November eleventh, but already with a paradoxical sense of excitement and anticlimax. I was lucky enough to meet and participate in an interview with Jem (which turned into a 3-hour madhouse on air and proved that not all professional popsters are vaccuous prima donnas) when the album release was just on the horizon and he was fired up with almost childlike enhusiasm. I had subsequently been eagerly anticipating the emergence of album number 2 next year, but now it's not going to happen, and I am truly disappointed. Hopefully this is just a long hiatus, and not a permanent departure. Our loss is the pop world's continued gain (bastards).
