Minipods Of Funk On DeepBlue FM

During August I am producing a daily (Monday to Friday) lunchtime feature on DeepBlue FM, a holiday season Bournemouth-based radio station. Martyn (The Hat) asked me very nicely, so how could I refuse? It means that instead of sixty or so minutes of podcasting once a month, in August I am producing more than double that in daily bite-sized minipod chunks. If you haven't subscribed, this is a good time to do so.



To celebrate Olympic month, I'm also running a competition on behalf of the Free Tibet Campaign. You could win a night out at a Chinese Restaurant! So mosey on over to Funkpod.co.uk and check that out. Did you notice the comments made by the architect of the Olympic stadium? That's what I'm talking about.

Exercise Your Rights

I've just published Pod of Funk number thirty five which contains a competition, and also the promise of twenty podcasts throughout August. The music is the usual groovulous mixture, and the competition focuses on China's human rights record, which extends of course to Darfur, let us not forget, which China supplies with (banned) military aid as they massacre their own people.



Enjoy the tunes - enter the competition - listen to the radio - buy the t-shirt!

Funkpod Thirty Four

This could be the last Pod of Funk emanating from Funk Towers. Flat is back on the market, and tomorrow Men arrive to take Things away.



Soon I will follow things, innit?

Funkpod Thirty Three

Just the weather for some funk - it's warming up again. It's been well over a month since the last podcast, but though they may be irregular they sure be funky. Coincidentally, it's my significant other's birthday very soon, and she will be 33 years old.

Grab it here!

Funkpod Thirty Two

Managed to squeeze out a podcast. Wonders will never cease.



Credit to justpedalhard for the photo of Range Road 32, Calgary, Alberta.

Pod of Funk Number Thirty One

This glorious image comes from here - I'm using it to celebrate number thirty one of my world-famous funk music podcasts, now available for your aural delectation.

Funk Done Good

I'll finish 2007 with a quick summary of Funk.co.uk statistics for 2007 - by the end of today, it looks like I will have had over 4.5m hits, including 323,800 visits from 210,277 unique visitors. So, simple mathematics tells me that 113,523 are my returning visitors = my regular readership. Blimey! It doesn't show on the comments which are regular but scarce. But then, I practically never reply in comments to comments, as I prefer to email direct or visit the commenter's site where applicable, so I hardly encourage them. But I do appreciate them - so many thanks to all those who bothered to say something back.

This page is the most visited - beginning with, "Save The Planet? Hit Them In The Wallet" it's not bad, actually, some decent writing and relevant topics, even if I do say so myself.

Here's a present for all the people who like funk so much they keep coming back - one and a half hours of music to end the year and begin the new one.

Track listing on the Funkpod.co.uk website, as is my email address...

Happy New Year everyone!

Be Prepared For Funk

I'm working on the final edition of Pod of Funk for 2007, and below is a brief Seesmic video on that painstaking process. You can find more of these videos on Twitter, where I have established a Seesmic-only feed: http://twitter.com/deek.

Flat 34

Here's the news you've almost been waiting for: I've decided to bite the bullet, grab the bull by the horns, grasp the nettle, gild the lily, polish the turd, disappear up my own fundament and star in my own slice of internet history. Consumed by the sentiment and the sheer emotional effort of leaving London, I have undertaken to document the exit process from my current abode in the form of pretentious and self-involved video podcast, in which will be revealed everything.

Everything will include (and this list is not exhaustive) secrets from the kitchen, the living room, the balcony, the bedroom, and the park; hats, hits, musical instruments, educational implements, records, reminders, and rebelliousness; stones, sticks, the bog, the Bible, Buddha, and my sock drawer.



There is absolutely no point in doing this, except inasmuch as it allows me to mark the passing of this time and end up with something of a record. If I could invite you round to say goodbye in person, I probably would, but I doubt you'd all fit in at once. I also have this strangely perverse art sensibility about the entire thing which I'm finding impossible to ignore. This could be the first situationist conveyance in the history of London.

I've registered the pre-requisite dot com domain - Flat34.com which you are welcome to visit once I have set it up - but if you're already subscribed to deekdeekster.com just hang out there, or else watch my video "Twitter stream" http://twitter.com/deek for real-time,breaking news-style updates as they happen. I'd feel more excited and hype this obscure project some more, but I was up until 3am making the first one, so now I'm going to eat breakfast, take an aspirin and think about writing some meaningful letters to local dignitaries in the name of art.

Twins

I've been getting a fair bit of difficult behaviour from some of the people local to me recently. Being stone cold sober, meditating daily, and having had sufficient in the way of mortality reminders, domestic and work dramas to cope with over the last 18 months to knock out a fair bit of self-aggrandisement and its evil twin self-pity, has helped me cope with this a lot.

I kind of feel I am now more-or-less the right size, not too big, not too small, for the various tasks which fate has allotted me, and I observe a significant lack of desperation in the quality of my reactions to crises. It's rather nice to realise that change is not an abstract concept, it's a real phenomenon working every day in my life. What is the word, forebearance? Old fashioned patience? Faith in a higher power? Hey hum, whatever it is, I seem to have it right now, and that's a very good thing. Roll with the changes, bend like a blade of grass in the wind.

Still, it would be inhuman of me not to feel the stress, and I got to feeling a bit crazy by yesterday mid-afternoon. So, I turned to my regular therapies. I started looking for music yesterday about 5pm and by 9pm I'd mixed a one and three quarter hour funky music podcast which made me feel much better.

Autumn Haiku 25

two before seven
the October date, that is
podcast, once again!

Autumn Haiku 6

podcast twenty six
sixty minutes of music
how predictable..

M25

I haven't always lived inside this massive carpark - they waited until I was born, then built a ring of tarmac and concrete around London to try and trap me. They failed. Part of the aim of moving house is to escape this automotive throttle. Meanwhile, I am moving in a different way, listening to pod of funk number twenty five, now online for ladies, gentlemen, and people with a penchant for anglo-saxon pleasures.