The ancient streets so crowded and narrow
The winding stairs climb up, up high
The air tonight hangs sour and heavy
I’m dying up here love, lie with me, lie
ugh, the last two minutes of this song are perfect.
It’s 24C in here. I might have a beach party and a barbecue.
a short-lived but awesome post-hardcore band from California circa the early nineties. their stuff has been made available in physical and digital form by a brilliant label called Futurerecordings, and you can listen to a lot of it on their bandcamp.
yes, i too am partial to some shouty nonsense on occasion when the mood takes me.
i don’t always reblog myself, but when i do, i reblog Indian Summer. happy Sunday.
Does anyone want to hold my hand and take me to ATP Nightmare Before Christmas curated by Les Savy Fav, Battles and Caribou this December? my plans (as well as all of my contingencies to ensure my attendance) have fallen through.
Canterbury city centre on a Saturday at the beginning of the Christmas rush. Oh holy hell I’d forgotten how awful people are around this time of year. PEOPLE. AWFUL.
It makes me want to go out with a brush and a can of paint thinner and write “Cunt.” on people’s cars.
You remember when all the kids with no real imagination of their own used to say “I’m so random!”, right? I just noticed that “I just don’t give a fuck!” or words to that effect have replaced that phrase.
Bruv, you clearly do give at least several fucks, else you’d not be bitching and whining on the Internet for the whole world to see like an attention seeking child.
Stop it.
and now, watch as i hobble into Canterbury with a 27” iMac under my arm as i’m too much of a skinflint to pay £2 for the bus.
Bonobo at the peak of my nostalgia, and Four Tet back when he was relevant.
The year is 2005. The day is Bonobo day.
I’ve seen Bonobo live a few times and they once played this live on the Days to Come tour, with the addition of a saxophonist in a flat cap my friends and I referred to as “captain sax-wank”. it was pretty good.
I’m an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I can see it. I free myself for today and forever from human immobility.
I’m in constant movement. I approach and pull away from objects. I creep under them. I move alongside a running horse’s mouth. I fall and rise with the falling and rising bodies. This is I, the machine, manoeuvring in the chaotic movements, recording one movement after another in the most complex combinations.
Freed from the boundaries of time and space, I coordinate any and all points of the universe, wherever I want them to be. My way leads to the creation of a fresh perception of the world. Thus I explain in a new way the world unknown to you.
” —Dziga Vertov, 1923From the archives.
perfect overwhelming noisiness for a ride home (not on roads. don’t cycle on streets and listen to music, kids).
i shall flog myself for not having noticed this. poor show…
since starting work and spending 8 hours of my working week on a train, i’ve finally found the perfect time to read. to celebrate, i will be doing brief book reviews. if i’m tired or short on time, they will be summarised with a quote or picture from my favourite actor in any one of his many majestic films: Nicolas Cage. this will be often.
stay tuned, and remember, “if you dress like Halloween, ghouls will try to get in your pants. ”
I love how Hauschka artfully shits all over Hildur’s lovely melodies.
…I realise why I shouldn’t, and why I should stay in my insular cocoon.
…i’m wearing brown trousers, grey shoes, a blue shirt, red jumper with green mittens and a black scarf. pff, colour sense, i’ve never really been able to dress myself well so now i’m just throwing all the rules out of the window in favour of comfort and warmth.
might be too obvious of a fix, but when my meter died on my old Nikon EM, it was just the battery needing to be replaced. and batteries are insanely easy to get from any camera store. hope this helps, and doesn’t sound like a douchebag answer haha
On that old Minolta, to turn on the meter you had to twist the battery compartment. So, alas, it was the first thing I tried. ALSO, the batteries it used were mercury 1.35V, now illegal, and the alkaline replacement batteries cost a MINT.
Cheers anyway for the thought though, at least I have my Olympus OM-1n which actually is nicer in pretty much every way. It was sort of a mixed blessing in the end I suppose.
…and why does he like chess, vodka and pistols so much?
“How exquisite!”, cried Plato,
“The idea of a baked potato.”
But exquisiter to some
Is potato in the tum.
