I'm a printhead: Niluccio on noise is the (new) font of all musical knowledge

Just like pop, this blog will - eventually - eat itself. So, after reading a London Review of Books article about typsetting earlier today, of course I had to start mucking around with the blog's layout. I mean, how could I possibly just go on using Google Blogger's "default font"? Yeah, it's only taken me 14 years to think of it but er, maybe it was time for a text refresh? Two hours later there I am, pulling up a million different fonts on the "search fonts" layout function, trying them out on a chunky paragraph from my recent oh-so-exciting John Cooper Clarke post. Hmm, Montserrat, Prata, Raleway, Josefin Slab, Roboto Serif, Oswald, Brygada 1918, Inconsolata (nice name), Alegraya, and many more - I've tried them all. And ... rejected them all. Not a single one looked any good. But then again I was also now tired of the default (who isn't?). I know, what about Courier, that computer-ish font style (it's evidently an IBM-designed font from the 1950s)? Yep, that'll do. Vaguely fanzine-like - and also "archaic-futuristic" in the same way that visions of the future were when people in (say) 1956 were predicting what life would be like in the year 2000, all flying taxis, lab-made food, war abolished and no more poverty - Courier seemed to fit the bill. Anyway, here we are, and you're now reading these precious Niluccio ramblings in lovely Courier. Of course, being the obsessive that I am I very nearly set about manually changing the text on every single one of the 953 posts on this blog until - thank god - I more or less accidentally discovered that you could do the whole thing in one go by fiddling with the Blogger layout. Phew, two days of my life restored to me. And then there was the question of whether to top the whole thing off with - shock-horror - a backdrop image to the blog. Radical, man, radical. So behold, it's the new Niluccio on noise look ...

Lovely, no? Of course, it's still the same old Niluccio gibberish beneath the shiny new package. A scratched and battered record inside a spanking-new sleeve. I dunno though, I think I'm a sucker for the packaging. Like the character in the Fall's Printhead, "I'm a printhead/I go to pieces/I'm a printhead/I go to pieces yeah".