Last week I wrote about being given access to the Amazon S3 account that housed Rhubarb Radio shows from 2009-2010. I’ve now had to close the account to ensure I didn’t incur any further charges. Those that have requested their old shows; I’ll be sending those out to you this week. Unforunately I wasn’t able to download the complete archive, so if you’re looking for yours and didn’t get a request in, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help.
A recap of the very first PodFest gig recorded live at the Purple Turtle in Camden. Featuring tracks from each of the artists that appeared on the night. Chris Vallance from the BBC interviews the organisers, bands and punters to get an insight into how people find new music on a social media network called “MySpace”.
Looking through my collection of Google Docs, I stumbled across the following article that I wrote for Podcast User Magazine, possibly from 2007. This year marks seven years since I started Podcasting and, although lately I’ve been very lax on getting a regular show out, it’s still a very big part of my life.
Part of me wishes that the revolution I talk about in the article actually did happen and that these artists found fame for being extremely good at what they did, rather than through a Simon Cowell backed reality TV show. Can’t have everything though, can you?
How Podcasting is helping independent bands bring their music to the masses
Picture the scene. Early 2005 in a small, quiet house in central England. A 19-year-old guy who previously attempted to learn to play the drums, and failed, sits at his computer listening to a Podcast for the very first time, amazed that he is able to listen to some guy in the US talk with another guy and play music – their own music. The concept immediately has him thinking of the many “radio shows” he had recorded with a friend while at school. Only this time, there actually might be a chance for people to hear what he had been trying to say.
That was my very first experience of podcasting, listening to Steve Lacey sit down and have a chat with a friend from his band; Spank. They talked about everyday things, podcasting, music and their band’s impending CD-release party. I was immediately bitten by the podcasting bug and wanted to know more. How did it all work? What did I need to do to get my own one out there? These answers were quite hard to come by, but after about a week I managed to hastily cobble together a very quiet podcast entitled “El’s Thoughts”.
As many of you will know, I used to do a show on Rhubarb Radio. Between July 2009 and November 2011, I was the stations “webmaster”, in charge of ensuring all the shows got recorded and were available for Listen Again. When I joined I set about looking for ways to improve the service we were giving our listeners.
As a station our on demand vs listen live was typically around 3:1, so making sure everything ran smoothly was the most important, and sometimes most difficult part to get right. Having done a bit of research, I settled on using Amazon S3 as not only a backup service but also as a Content Delivery System for listeners using on demand. The prices were cheap, a lot cheaper than our host wanted to charge us, and it meant that we could take the load of our server, which was prone to falling over when having to stream on demand and live. It took me a good few months to set up the system, but in the end once a show had been recorded by the server, it was automatically uploaded to S3 and the link to it on the website was replaced by the one on the CDN.
When the fortunes of Rhubarb Radio changed, we weren’t able to keep funding S3, simply because there was no money coming in and the Director of our Parent company had moved on to his new venture. Times were tough, and a few months after I left in November 2011, Rhubarb was closed down.
Yesterday, I got an email from Amazon with a monthly statement for S3 attached to it. For some reason, I’m still investigating as to what, the account had been linked to my most recent login and I had been charged $60 for one month of storage (nearly 500gb). I sent a short, polite email, explaining what had happened and asking, as a complete shot in the dark, if I would be able to have access to the account again so we could move our content off the service and distribute it to ex-Presenters.
Surprisingly, within a couple of hours I had a reply, permission to access the account and the promise of a refund once I closed down the account. Having dealt with Customer Service in the past, I was pleasantly surprised at how speedy and how helpful they had been. So, “what does this all mean?” I hear you ask. Essentially, I have “most” of the Rhubarb Radio output from 2009-2011. I’m assuming that after I left, the shows weren’t backup up to S3, so anything after November 2011 is probably lost forever.
I’m going to be download as many shows as I can and will probably end up sending out DVDs for those that want theirs. If you have any specific requests, please let me know. Once I close the account, that’s it.
When Aimee moved to Cornwall I wanted a way of staying in touch with her. Phoning her Mum everytime I wanted to speak with her was one option, Skype another, but then I had the idea of buying her an iPod and allowing her to contact me when she wanted to. Using iMessage meant we could really keep in touch, with FaceTime the option when we wanted to talk to each other.
She loved it, taking photos of anything she can, sending me updates on her day, recording videos and even using it to set reminders for herself. This isn’t an advert for how great the iPods are, Apple lovers will already know this, it’s the fact that without it, I wouldn’t have been able to keep that connection that we’ve had since she was born.
A few weeks ago, we’d gone to the Eden Project and she was loving every minute of it. She’d realised that she could do what I was doing – taking photos to share with people who weren’t there. Through a bit of over excitement, she’d dropped it a couple of time. I took a look and it was fine. Then, the third drop proved to be the worst. The screen was smashed, almost completely.Anyone who has a child will know the face that come from her next, she was distraught. A little reassurance that it wasn’t the end of the world (and an ice cream) was enough to calm her down, and we all forgot about it.
Last week I ordered a new screen and the tools from eBay. I’d seen a few places online that would do it for between £40 and £60, but this involved sending it all away and trusting them to send it back. Not something I was that keen on myself. Being the geek that I am, I found the full kit – LCD, digitiser and tools – for £15, including P+P. I’ve always had an interest in how things work, so I went for it.
This morning the screen and tools arrived, so I took the plunge and had a go. I didn’t do it on my own, however. The very detailed video from Gadget Menders (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HSK7kS1c9w) was very helpful. Unfortunately, some of the tools that were included weren’t the best to get the screen off due to the state it was in, so I improvised by using a craft knife *carefully*.
Three hours and a few choice words later, the new screen is installed and everything works. Although frustrating at times, it was actually a quite enjoyable way to spend a few hours of my Saturday morning. I’ve also applied one of those extra strong screen protectors, just to be on the safe side.
My first podcast since leaving Rhubarb Radio in December 2010. It’s quite a mix of genres and reflects some of the music I’ve been listening to recently. I intend to do a longer, monthly show from now on with a mix between established and emerging artists.
Have a listen and let me know what you think. Inabit!
Ten years ago, I’d just (give or take) signed up for a Hotmail account and made the jump into the wonderful world of the Internet. I’d been badgering my Dad about it for at least 6 months, having been let loose round my best mates house a few times.
Once we finally got it, I didn’t actually know what to do with it. There was nowhere to go, no one to “talk” to, it was all actually a bit shit. Until I discovered that you could actually make your own websites.
Freeserve (nee Wanadoo/Orange) released 10Mb of web space with their accounts, so I used my copy of Frontpage – probably the only useful thing it could do – to start recreating the websites I’d been trying to make using Word and linking to local files.
Quite frankly, they were pretty rubbish, as you can see for yourself at http://nowfmuk.8k.com/index.html.
Although it taught me a lot about what I now do as a full-time job, so not a complete waste of time.
Have a look around if you like. I’m sure there are plenty more of those sites out there somewhere, although most were on Geocities, so have probably been lost in the ether forevermore.
Facebook has been a part of my every day life for the past 1421 days (yeah, I looked that up) and in that that time I’ve had a bit of a torrid affair with it.
Although it’s great for catching up with old School friends, looking at pictures and posting inane babble, there are a few things I’ve actually come to hate over the past year or so.
Facebook seems to attract a plethora of spammy “click this to see who stalks you” type apps. We’ve all seen them, they spread like wildfire once one or two of your friends have clicked, and if you have a lot of friends, it doesn’t take long before it’s all you see in your news feed.
Every few days I clear out my inbox which gets so full on pointless updates that it’s getting kind of tiresome. If I’m down to go to your event, you don’t need to send a message every two days in the week leading up to it begging me to come.
Likewise, I’m beginning to realise that most pages are just around for people to spam their wares all over thousands of peoples News Feeds. I bet Villa can get more fans than Blues or if I get 1 Million likes I’ll call my baby Lucifer remind me of school.
Admittedly I’m not listening to enough new music, either from the Midlands or beyond. I’m hoping to change that in the next couple of weeks as I start going out to gigs and asking bands to send me stuff to play on my podcast. When I started I used to get a stack of CDs each week. Bands from around the world somehow got hold of my address and sent me their new stuff ready to play on bitjobs and later, The Midsweep.
In the six months I’ve not been on Rhubarb Radio, I’ve begun to miss recording a show each week. Since 2005, I had recorded something weekly, save for a few breaks here and there. I’ve made arrangements to get my old mixer back from the company I used to do conferences for, have found my trusting Sennheiser mic and am ready to start again.
It’s likely The Midsweep will return, albeit in a different format than before. I’m even considering doing a live stream via Shoutcast at a set time each week and seeing what live listeners I can muster up from the good old days. I haven’t really got time to do it from a studio on any sort of radio station, even though I’ve been in talks with a couple since leaving Rhubarb. I don’t think it would feel right to do that, the live show in a studio has had its day for me – the show is bigger than that anyway, I hope.
The Midsweep has some new branding, and I think it’s time to put it to good use. Oh and I think I know a couple of guys who can help me design a website for it too 😉
Another dip in to the Midsweep archives this week with a live session from Esteban, some cakes, me passing my driving test and going off to Wembley for the Carling Cup final.
Let’s do the time warp, again