Pinch punch - the first of the month... Last Friday was September's opening salvo, and we were joined in tQHQ by friend and fierce talent, Mr Saul Adamczewski of Fat White Family and Insecure Men.

Saul, who is currently both gearing up for the release of the debut Insecure Men album this winter and recording material for the third Fat White Family album, played a blinder with his choices. We'd barely heard of any of the artists, who included the genius that is Nora Guthrie, sensational one man band Abner Jay Wingate, Earlston Ford, Ethiopian master Hailu Mergia, Hotel lobby band The Links, Russian "criminal balladeer" Arkady Severny, lo-fi dub disco unit The Jellies, Texan rock & roller Buddy Knox and reformed gang banger Johnny Chingas.

(The eagle eared among you will spot half way through the show how after ten hours of solid radio, the wheels nearly came off the truck during this show but all the weeping, screaming and swearing happened off mic... and the incident with all the chicken wings.)

Saul was just one of many guests on (what will hopefully be) the inaugural Quietus Day Of Radio. Thanks to everyone who was part of this 12 hour epic - especially Seb and Iain... we spent the whole period celebrating the best in underground, DIY and global music. We were also joined by Nadine Shah, Steve Davis and Kavus Torabi and the Last Skeptic as well as Saul, it's no surprise we ended up trending on Twitter. And that's before we get to the mind expanding exploration of Japanese psych and foghorns by Jennifer Lucy-Allan; a trip round the extreme metal fringes of India with Pavan & Pravin Mukhi (aka Foreign Beggars); Ruth Barnes (The Other Woman) and Piney Gir playing indie, folk and exotica; the heroic and inimitable Lone Taxidermist, not to mention appearances from all the Quietus staffers.

So even though it was the site's ninth birthday on Friday you might be forgiven for wondering why our celebratory mood has been tempered with anxiety - like Edvard Munch's The Scream in a party hat. This is because we're currently unlikely to make our tenth birthday - or even the end of the year - without some financial assistance from you, dear reader - and apologies if you've already read this once this week but it really bears repeating - we're facing closure.

I have to say that I think it's absolutely crazy given we are Europe's biggest, fully independent music and culture website, reaching an annual audience of millions all over the globe, with a constant supply of high quality articles and content by some of the best writers in the game, and yet again this month we'll be having a whip round, reaching down the back of the sofa, taking the hammer to the piggy bank, emptying the penny jar and selling the prized vinyl on Discogs, just so we can make the rent.

Because online magazines tend to be overly reliant on banner advertising (something we're working on a solution to behind the scenes) and we're not venture capital/ rich parent/ tax loss funded, we are being absolutely hammered by the recent catastrophic 90% drop off in online ad spend - not to mention the all-too-predictable chicanery by monolithic money hoovering digital monopolies such as Google and Facebook, which has amounted to an arsenic cherry on the cyanide birthday cake this year.

If it helps you to visualise the problem, imagine an egg that a seven year old has painted the face of Jarvis Cocker onto. Now that you have conjured this image into being, picture a cyberman on shore leave pissed up at last orders. Now picture the cyberman - with a semi on and a heart full of hatred - punching the Jarvis egg with all of his terrible might. Do you see the problem?

Now, undoubtedly, there will be some among you who cry: "Why should we care? What good are music magazines in this day and age when everything's already online?" This is a completely fair point, to which I have a simple response: "Have you found any music via the Quietus over the last 12 months?" And if the answer is yes, just give us a fiver if you can afford it (please don't give us money if you're from a low income family, still at school, a struggling student, on benefits, or an elderly person burning books to stay warm - all we ask from you is that you just keep on reading the site and telling your mates about us) and then, karma willing, we'll be around to bring you more incredible music next year.

Sisters and brothers - the belligerent cyberman of digital media destruction (with his tumescent, spiky, flame-throwing, rust-encrusted cyberpenis of woe) is bearing down on us with flailing fists and eyes full of hatred, threatening to bash us permanently into the fizzing void and you are our only hope. Currently only you can stop humpty Jarvis Cocker being punched into street omelette by a bright silver bastard stinking of Stella and frothing at the perfectly rectangular mouth while his mates shout, "Leave it Brian - he's not worth it." Please donate the cost of a pint/ glass of wine/ fancy sandwich to keep us going for another month. And if you're rich, give us more.

Keep on watching this slot - we have more shows going up this week. Tell your mates. Tell your nan.

John Doran, tQ (Editorial) Editor