Start as I mean to go on.

So, as you may or may not have seen, my glorious return to music blogging has been less regular than a Brock Lesnar title defence (wrestling analogy, get ready for a lot of those).

For quite a while I've justified my lax attitude to writing in the name of bettering ones self in other aspects of my life. 'Priorities' is a word easily used as a way of making someone or something low man on the totem pole. Without getting too much into the schtick of paying lip service, I do and always will love music, to say that I have blanket lost interest would be above all else, false.

However, it wasn't until a very candid conversation on Christmas Eve that I finally realised the real reason as to why STTR had come to a grinding halt in its quest to champion local and unsigned music, which to be equally as candid is simply this: it bores me.

Context: The recipient of said conversation was herself a local unsigned musician, based in Liverpool (that for some reason, she seems to spell L O N D O N on her social media outlets). A product of the Liverpool institute of Performing Arts, an institution who's lasting legacy is undergraduates bellowing shrill requests for The Time Warp at uninterested DJs because THEY'RE THE ONLY ONES DANCING. 

Actually, what it has succeeded in producing is a slue of musicians that didn't need an excuse to be arrogant waifs all the bigger platform to polish their self penned turds because it costs mum and dad their life insurance settlement every semester. 

I do loath people that use terribly unoriginal and weather worn stereotypes to wholesale lambast an entire city and its inhabitants, but Liverpool needs to have a serious word with itself about its 'independent arts'. Independent to the point where it's become that glad handed, no one outside of the city bubble limits (waits for some god awful, scouse purist 'wool' comment) couldn't give a salty shit about it.

So, as the title may give away, STTR will be what industry professionals call a 'lifestyle piece', taking a leaf (not the cathedral of tea drinking for any Liverpudlians reading this as they sharpen their pitchforks) from the city's independent mantra and use this as a place where I talk about my allegedly ultra interesting life. 

Because lets be honest, if this was still about local music it might as well be a Silent Sleep fan page.