Why am I here?

A friend of mine used to refer to music journalists as “toilet attendants of rock ‘n’ roll”.

Now that I’ve drifted into this line of work I consider myself more of a grave tender.

Rock ‘n’ roll is dead. Creative progression has ground to a halt. My job is to give the corpse a good kick every now and again to give the illusion that it’s still breathing. Fifteen-minute phoners and hopeless PRs are the norm these days.

So why am I here? I still want to be the guy that turns you on to life-changing music.

Always have. Always will.

Ed Mitchell | Editor, The Blues magazine

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