It's been more than six years since my book came out, and I've been half-assedly chipping away at another one pretty much ever since, but I finally sent a manuscript to the publisher the other day and promised to stop fucking around with it. I keep changing what I think it's about, but I think like it's partly a reaction to how futile it feels to be writing about music nowadays, when listeners can stream anything they want and music media's a fragmented, powerless shadow if its former self.