I felt like the walking dead today thanks to my fucked up sleep pattern. As a result of falling asleep on Sunday evening and waking up around midnight, I couldn't get back to sleep at all. The time wasn't wasted though, as I finally finished the first edition of Moonage Daydream. I will most likely record it over the weekend, (working at the weekend, I have the hardest job in the world), ready to release it on Monday. The rough outline of my next edition is starting to take shape too, so I'll try my best to get that written for release a week later. Then that will be it until April, as I'm refusing to stress about it. It will then be time to dust off the music hall podcast series that I started on before I was given Moonage to do, and I also have an idea for a song I'd like to get released.

Having looked into the costs involved with releasing a CD, I have decided that my two compilation albums of live sessions will be available only as downloads. This is a shame of course, but something of a sad inevitability of the modern world. I think on Bandcamp you can get them to make a CD to order, so I need to look a bit further into that, it will also be a lot quicker to accomplish this way, as everything is prepared on the laptop, I just need to get them out there. Given that I should have released The Sherwood Radio Sessions two Christmases ago, I think it's time I just got on with it, and if releasing it as a download is the only way to do it, then so be it. I'm not willing to shell out for  a CD print run in the first instance, as I can't afford the risk. Neither do I want a cupboard full of unsold discs, not that they will be unsold, as there are some cracking names on them. Hopefully when I can bring back The Sunday Alternative, there will be a third album in it.

Yesterday, Mandi was up with the lark to go and buy The Next Day, and was lucky to pick up one of four remaining copies. Due to some major fuck up, and despite several phone calls explaining who I was, I did not receive a promo copy of the album. I had spoken to Tony Visconti on Twitter, who had told me that there were going to be no review/advance copies of the album, which was strange given that I read several reviews prior to today. I'm going to the press viewing of the Bowie exhibition next week, (the public call me Nottingham's Mr Radio yet the media in my home city ignore me, but I get invited to something in London) and if I see him there I'll point out the mistake and make sure it doesn't happen again. If I was the vindictive type, I would make sure that heads rolled, but I've got a copy now. I had to wait until later though, as Mandi bought it on her way to work.

For some reason, Twitter was very quiet about the album today. I had imagined an endless stream of tweets about it, and had deliberately kept off it today. When I logged in at teatime, nothing.

The biggest relief is that 'Where Are We Now', released to worldwide shock and awe on his 66th birthday, wasn't a fluke. There have of course been two single releases already, 'The Stars (Are Out Tonight)' being the second, but the whole album is a delightful masterpiece. 'The Next Day' in particular, the opening track, is classic Bowie. If this is what he's been doing with his time, then I can't wait for his 75th birthday.

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