tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38390999972991075972024-03-05T05:56:32.781+00:00unsongunsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-44401577254529228462009-02-02T08:43:00.009+00:002009-02-02T08:53:05.231+00:00g o n e , g o n e , a n d n e v e r c a l l e d m e m o t h e r<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-OZK3CwceB-bPGoEW4KVYj_IWoDau9xiVbAKB9Z3TE4_KvUolhZe7ed7l8h9X2XF7AX7Sd8F7mPjtSF1H_3F9krdSYS_sCAHFDTZvMadi_YFEm13LdR0kRHQ77i9iQ2qDf87FYAQC6Os/s1600-h/empty-room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298119366477023410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-OZK3CwceB-bPGoEW4KVYj_IWoDau9xiVbAKB9Z3TE4_KvUolhZe7ed7l8h9X2XF7AX7Sd8F7mPjtSF1H_3F9krdSYS_sCAHFDTZvMadi_YFEm13LdR0kRHQ77i9iQ2qDf87FYAQC6Os/s320/empty-room.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">ok, no more blogs here, consider this site <span style="color:#cc0000;">abandoned</span> by yours (un)truly.</span> </strong></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>new </strong></span><a href="http://unsong.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>unsong blog home <span style="color:#cc0000;">here</span></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>come on over, you're <span style="color:#cc0000;">missing</span> all the 'fun'.</strong></span></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-48790777899483706252009-01-21T10:00:00.022+00:002009-01-21T11:56:51.594+00:00m u s i c b y w h i c h t o w r i t e<strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">a short list of <span style="color:#cc0000;">sounds</span> which i currently use when writing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">*</span></strong><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293686616884420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsE4kuAwhkM2UowbF6jIrq7jvrQPm2fyAqgbymKSlG5BPnL6R1Ly-Xtf07_y7fszzRo3vGXv9ERdkBithoI-OxmUo8Zyy7xxHa_G6KM-tnii9DWY5_XNNqKEyac8GvV2o9Cnx2gvE3v_Vw/s320/buddhaboxes.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://www.fm3buddhamachine.com/"><em>buddha machines i & ii</em></a>. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">brainchild of ambient <span style="color:#cc0000;">noodling</span> masters <a href="http://www.fm3.com.cn/">fm3</a> the buddha machines are small <span style="color:#cc0000;">plastic</span> electronic boxes that play 9 different ambient loops; drones, plinks, plonks and <span style="color:#cc0000;">oddnesses</span>. the mk.ii machine even has a pitch bend facility (rejoice o inner geek!). <span style="color:#cc0000;">endless</span> and hypnotic.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">*<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEpA0ukS-HXjr7jvM3Hi1cqi0Z_WU2G1rzugqidpJ3l4tVDz2DovIvAZ-lDe0V9dZI12dOjCJfoyndsWVt9-toOY2Qtu9fLgV8lFihzrMev4k6H7IJaG6xNwA1Nv73ysjh_sakkt3Q3Jy/s1600-h/janek-schaefer-extended-play.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293686528963057874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEpA0ukS-HXjr7jvM3Hi1cqi0Z_WU2G1rzugqidpJ3l4tVDz2DovIvAZ-lDe0V9dZI12dOjCJfoyndsWVt9-toOY2Qtu9fLgV8lFihzrMev4k6H7IJaG6xNwA1Nv73ysjh_sakkt3Q3Jy/s200/janek-schaefer-extended-play.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>'</em><a href="http://www.audioh.com/projects/extendedplay.html"><em>extended play </em></a><em>(triptych for the child survivors of war and conflict)'</em> -cd- by <a href="http://www.audioh.com/">janek schaefer</a>.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">more <span style="color:#cc0000;">stunning</span> mucking about with vinyl from mr. schaefer, this time <span style="color:#cc0000;">combining</span> cello, piano and violin in shifting patterns, each in their own track and then together in the 24:00 <em>'accoustic emsemble'</em>. plaintive and <span style="color:#cc0000;">oddly</span> calming. for a short video detailing the exhibition this recording sprang from (shown on the cd cover) have a <span style="color:#cc0000;">gander</span> <a href="http://www.audioh.com/images/Extended%20Play%20-%20The%20film%20PAL%20320x240.mov">here</a>.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">*</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywg-M9Xgt2IikdBawnj4bEk9l6O92IShKjOd9oEcmy2FTCStG3M2S2DeyZEw74B3iCfHfsZBZI8JB1jay-jC_lmTQUyRakIBI5e8cBQQSRJR8qFbBHQChUiempqCblG7HkR090QyUPWhl/s1600-h/Angel+Kalmukia+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293686715233673170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywg-M9Xgt2IikdBawnj4bEk9l6O92IShKjOd9oEcmy2FTCStG3M2S2DeyZEw74B3iCfHfsZBZI8JB1jay-jC_lmTQUyRakIBI5e8cBQQSRJR8qFbBHQChUiempqCblG7HkR090QyUPWhl/s200/Angel+Kalmukia+.jpg" border="0" /></a>'<a href="http://phinnweb.blogspot.com/2008/01/angel-kalmukia-cd.html">kulmakia</a>' -cd by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/angelnoise">angel</a>.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">angel (a.k.a. Ilpo Väisänen of <span style="color:#cc0000;">Pan sonic</span> with Dirk Dresselhaus of Schneider TM) produce <span style="color:#cc0000;">bottomless</span> waves of guitar, of violin, of electronic tones and drones. played on the wrong (faster) speed this would become a cacophony, as it is it's kind of like <span style="color:#cc0000;">drowning</span>; but in a <span style="color:#cc0000;">good</span> way.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">i'm <span style="color:#cc0000;">guessing</span> the following <span style="color:#cc0000;">disc</span>ription has been translated from finnish:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>"kalmukia is vast epic sprawling through guitar riffs spanning deep electronic canyon overlooked by a melancholic grey sky. a journey leading to discovery and a final mutation. all players involved delicately playing off each other creating a mesmerising work that sounds like nothing they have done before yet still retaining the audio signatures they have become known for."</em></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>*<br /></em></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnGqXtwjc8VcxWWpnEQXxesQ80mG3lKvWKftHPcCAvLc3WCbbXI10nOYOntooCDEu-MlPm_bfYAqkvmgdakzvt1SPZGkTi25nZsy2GPILAfh_env7WsLJbZGbSVzTIn5PSmxm5DvVv2YE/s1600-h/submariner.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293706718394966194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnGqXtwjc8VcxWWpnEQXxesQ80mG3lKvWKftHPcCAvLc3WCbbXI10nOYOntooCDEu-MlPm_bfYAqkvmgdakzvt1SPZGkTi25nZsy2GPILAfh_env7WsLJbZGbSVzTIn5PSmxm5DvVv2YE/s200/submariner.jpg" border="0" /></a>and last, but by no <span style="color:#cc0000;">means</span> least, <a href="http://www.andrewliles.com/discography/Dying_Submariner.php"><em><span style="color:#000000;">'</span>the dying submariner</em></a><em> (a concerto for piano and reverberation in four movements)'</em> -cd- by <a href="http://www.andrewliles.com/">andrew liles</a>.<br />put simply, this is like listening to the sound of a <span style="color:#cc0000;">thousand</span> pianos dropped from great heights, played slow-motion at the <span style="color:#cc0000;">bottom</span> of the sea. and yet there <em>is</em> composition here, rather than pure chaos. the sound of mozart <span style="color:#cc0000;">drowning</span> maybe, a <span style="color:#cc0000;">thousand</span> mozarts. a <span style="color:#cc0000;">huge</span> and unfathomable sound; the word <span style="color:#cc0000;">vertiginous</span> comes to mind. -if you can get the limited edition with the bonus disc of <em>'the <span style="color:#cc0000;">dead</span> submariner (a concerto for bowed guitar and reverberation in three movements)'</em> do so, it's equally impressive.<br /></span></strong></p>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-1516265098887856532009-01-19T11:16:00.005+00:002009-01-19T11:26:16.458+00:00a d r o p p i n g o f e a v e s<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1m57LUFh9XUb77WrdMB0s9ljjYpIPswl3Vz4pOMp8ZRaeJK97Wui7LY5tIL6IWay65TuZZ_2gw183DsO2kpqmsEJLCAq3CtlzkFrPYnyqU9gWbUXkCSrg3rCC7VDmGHKETNIMuDdFuWql/s1600-h/empireblur3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292964101814949202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1m57LUFh9XUb77WrdMB0s9ljjYpIPswl3Vz4pOMp8ZRaeJK97Wui7LY5tIL6IWay65TuZZ_2gw183DsO2kpqmsEJLCAq3CtlzkFrPYnyqU9gWbUXkCSrg3rCC7VDmGHKETNIMuDdFuWql/s200/empireblur3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>to <span style="color:#cc0000;">set</span> the scene:</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>christmas eve, <a href="http://www.slipperroom.com/">the slipper room</a>, <span style="color:#cc0000;">new</span> york.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>an evening of <span style="color:#cc0000;">burlesque</span>, somewhat sparsely attended.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>our host for the evening is an italian "<span style="color:#cc0000;">3rd</span> generation acrobat", quite the worse for wear due to alcohol or any <span style="color:#cc0000;">number</span> of illicit substances consumed when he disappeared downstairs earlier in the evening with a man dressed as <span style="color:#cc0000;">elvis</span>.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>the <span style="color:#cc0000;">acrobat</span> decides to balance head first, on <span style="color:#cc0000;">top</span> of a basket ball, on <span style="color:#cc0000;">top</span> of a bar stool; which incredibly, considering his inebriation, he succeeds in doing. he <span style="color:#cc0000;">teeters</span> worryingly.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>a <span style="color:#cc0000;">voice</span> behind me:</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>"if he <span style="color:#cc0000;">dies</span>, we're leaving"</strong></span></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-83056534589530202122009-01-14T22:31:00.001+00:002009-01-14T22:39:36.580+00:00b e s e e i n g y o u<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>unmutual to the <span style="color:#cc0000;">end</span>.</strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NU5gMvq_XEeEZ66tNg50m5zK-tQUn0HFBYWZxzRCc7tuJ-Ar48Oeoq82SlpWNuCWzSXcb-cwoqgo1bCBN6FPk7HYyN5SX1JhwF0Skq9WlmsqUALzK9JODf1zKDnSLpi8Dad1aYKaFqZi/s1600-h/number6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291280838118528898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2NU5gMvq_XEeEZ66tNg50m5zK-tQUn0HFBYWZxzRCc7tuJ-Ar48Oeoq82SlpWNuCWzSXcb-cwoqgo1bCBN6FPk7HYyN5SX1JhwF0Skq9WlmsqUALzK9JODf1zKDnSLpi8Dad1aYKaFqZi/s320/number6.gif" border="0" /></a>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-42018191239539426792009-01-14T16:45:00.005+00:002009-01-14T22:33:17.546+00:00i n a p p r o p r i a t e<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfU39J-c6D78wdHDieRQM19sWT4MMMMn5pzY7JK3P9W6sCUalmfJmsAtq1mt3Bjf1-qsZNjO8VpZ_kA6g9IOVoBD1qRnsQkWJfVARBu-P12RDbMnB4DZOmhgI_we2ZtqgS3P1m0InWUkq/s1600-h/5p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291193593447623234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfU39J-c6D78wdHDieRQM19sWT4MMMMn5pzY7JK3P9W6sCUalmfJmsAtq1mt3Bjf1-qsZNjO8VpZ_kA6g9IOVoBD1qRnsQkWJfVARBu-P12RDbMnB4DZOmhgI_we2ZtqgS3P1m0InWUkq/s200/5p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">something</span> tells me that starting the coursework for my <span style="color:#cc0000;">autobiography</span> class with the quotation: </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>"in the sixty year history since the development of cephalometric radiology, literally <span style="color:#cc0000;">hundreds</span> of methods of analysis have been proposed."</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>from robert rubin's <em><a href="http://angl.allenpress.com/67-2-97/rubin.html">making sense of cephalometrics</a></em>, is both <span style="color:#cc0000;">inappropriate</span> and possibly <span style="color:#cc0000;">deleterious</span> to my future academic career. such as it is. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">still</span>.</strong></span></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-27399545623970789142009-01-13T11:49:00.001+00:002009-01-13T11:51:32.773+00:00t o d r e a m t h e i m p o s s i b l e d r e a m<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkpAmIHMYQVYC4eu-CjJPR6O-lDuMAhIdvD2d1sYu9IGK1Nr3ilyD0hJhH3GjvUlWghbPJbYaEQsTgIhY9Wwy2UARZY8o1J48xSnwRJjTJQjYgDlZpVdNa1HG9aHKvAOGUzjZbtXm5rZJ/s1600-h/keepbritainmobilephoneless.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290744418989751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkpAmIHMYQVYC4eu-CjJPR6O-lDuMAhIdvD2d1sYu9IGK1Nr3ilyD0hJhH3GjvUlWghbPJbYaEQsTgIhY9Wwy2UARZY8o1J48xSnwRJjTJQjYgDlZpVdNa1HG9aHKvAOGUzjZbtXm5rZJ/s400/keepbritainmobilephoneless.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-53791585248411880172009-01-13T11:38:00.004+00:002009-01-13T11:46:09.155+00:00g o i n g d o w n ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjmzETuIcJOFLk6TZD3F0jQ15VxnfxE8AAkGOP4kfwmQuYF1265CJ3qOCrSADNjZv53DQ8joq-povd4Vqs4hLuAZDkO4nw6YvDLhTPFkFFZTNWG3Wqz4tv7kaOPHkMlhyphenhyphenSuBQJmscoLQe/s1600-h/elevatorshaft.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290742621094626898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjmzETuIcJOFLk6TZD3F0jQ15VxnfxE8AAkGOP4kfwmQuYF1265CJ3qOCrSADNjZv53DQ8joq-povd4Vqs4hLuAZDkO4nw6YvDLhTPFkFFZTNWG3Wqz4tv7kaOPHkMlhyphenhyphenSuBQJmscoLQe/s320/elevatorshaft.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">"</span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">in</span> most elevators, at least in any built or installed since the early nineties, the door-close button <span style="color:#cc0000;">doesn't</span> work. it is there mainly to make you <span style="color:#cc0000;">think</span> it works. (it does work if, say, a fireman needs to take control. but you need a key, and a fire, to do that.) once you know this, it can be illuminating to watch people <span style="color:#cc0000;">compulsively</span> press the door-close button. that the door eventually closes reinforces their belief in the button's power. it's a little like <span style="color:#cc0000;">prayer</span>. elevator design is rooted in deception-to disguise not only the bare fact of the box hanging by ropes but also the tethering of tenants to a system over which they have <span style="color:#cc0000;">no</span> command. "</span></strong></em><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="right"><br />-from 'up and then down -the lives of elevators' (full article <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/04/21/080421fa_fact_paumgarten?currentPage=all">here</a>) by nick paumgarten (video of the case of mr. nicholas white found <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_bMhNI_TY8&feature=related">here</a>)</span></strong></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-91677690631236653182009-01-10T12:19:00.006+00:002009-01-10T12:44:45.147+00:00w h e r e s w e e t m e e t s h e a t . a p p a r e n t l y .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDMXQQ3fBbJh8hxcCs7Ul_I0YyvlDcVvqMyODQkKnjhFsa8IQg-wWP8G_HUiRiiBDfLW8WqLu8o6hW1VnaOKjRhgzLKXHaw6qnL7SZk5Rks3NwIy4BukYwQ6cCdKOe_dK9mEwkY-QfNd4/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289640746390286082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDMXQQ3fBbJh8hxcCs7Ul_I0YyvlDcVvqMyODQkKnjhFsa8IQg-wWP8G_HUiRiiBDfLW8WqLu8o6hW1VnaOKjRhgzLKXHaw6qnL7SZk5Rks3NwIy4BukYwQ6cCdKOe_dK9mEwkY-QfNd4/s320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><a href="http://www.walkers.com/flavours/">sweet baby <span style="color:#cc0000;">moses</span></a>. clicking this link might make your day... or give you <span style="color:#cc0000;">nightmares</span>; i know which it does for me.</strong></span></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-14922833942547084112009-01-09T12:04:00.004+00:002009-01-09T13:12:41.050+00:00m o t h e r t h e r e s a i n t h e w i n n e r ’ s e n c l o s u r e<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmAonGlK3MxUuT3UIeLHgXyxxwna299XIWtXBE4l-8Ruz1fQfNYRQl1eBRZzYKuSQ02cYv8p4yRiVRODxrecOdvQ-wo2blzXdm6V8XvjZ7RvEWiF3P_ZxzAN36tTKb5PIIiYREYwHdUlp/s1600-h/nunt_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289279343278338098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmAonGlK3MxUuT3UIeLHgXyxxwna299XIWtXBE4l-8Ruz1fQfNYRQl1eBRZzYKuSQ02cYv8p4yRiVRODxrecOdvQ-wo2blzXdm6V8XvjZ7RvEWiF3P_ZxzAN36tTKb5PIIiYREYwHdUlp/s320/nunt_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>thought i'd post this little fella that, believe it or <span style="color:#cc0000;">not</span>, won me £200 in the university creative writing <span style="color:#cc0000;">anthology</span>. no one was more surprised than me. they even asked me to read it out at the launch evening, despite it being about <span style="color:#cc0000;">mother</span> theresa being <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Missionary_Position_(book)">something of a <span style="color:#cc0000;">cunt</span></a>. for those of a technical <span style="color:#cc0000;">bent</span>, it's in the form of a terza rima sonnet.</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">-</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>mother <span style="color:#cc0000;">theresa</span> in the winner’s enclosure</em> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br /><br />behind <span style="color:#cc0000;">velvet</span> ropes, a wrinkled rosebud sits,<br />beatified, in white spent <span style="color:#cc0000;">glow</span> of prayer,<br />despite a lack of faith her god acquits,<br /><br />the death of right and wrong, of fair, unfair.<br />so many bodies through her fingers fell,<br />so many times a <span style="color:#cc0000;">lost</span> duty of care.<br /><br />a room reserved, a suite, in god’s <span style="color:#cc0000;">motel</span>,<br />a room reserved, right at the very top,<br />furnished antithesis of lowly <span style="color:#cc0000;">hell</span>.<br /><br />palliation substituted with gumdrop,<br />“<span style="color:#cc0000;">pain</span>,” she told “is jesus kissing you,”<br />a patient begged that christ be made to <span style="color:#cc0000;">stop</span>,<br /><br />ignored by her, the saccharine guru,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>that sanctity and <span style="color:#cc0000;">cash</span> she might accrue.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-79456194945863462082009-01-09T09:33:00.004+00:002009-01-10T12:07:48.252+00:00d i s c s o f d i s t i n c t i o n<span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhefAtHddo2NjjNaxkE0GQW2J6dcn4-K_1S_oI-LFcrLqtj5SkeBBeIr87JWXg5y8YcjuJXB7GcIaQTKd3wTccMrbq7inKjP3i96bs6235wmdU7j7HGeo_Y8xV09760quGnmUVg93nH8Hs/s1600-h/CDsJan2009.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289224966846853394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhefAtHddo2NjjNaxkE0GQW2J6dcn4-K_1S_oI-LFcrLqtj5SkeBBeIr87JWXg5y8YcjuJXB7GcIaQTKd3wTccMrbq7inKjP3i96bs6235wmdU7j7HGeo_Y8xV09760quGnmUVg93nH8Hs/s320/CDsJan2009.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>cds acquisitions of late:</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">arab on <span style="color:#cc0000;">radar</span> - 'queen hygiene ii' / 'rough day at the <span style="color:#cc0000;">orifice'</span><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">arab</span> on radar - 'the <span style="color:#cc0000;">stolen</span> singles'<br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">easily what could be described as my new favourite band, i came across <a href="http://www.myspace.com/arabonradar">arab on radar </a>whilst surfing last fm.com after wondering whatever became of deity guns. o the <span style="color:#cc0000;">circuitous</span> routes to musical pleasure... anyhoo, arab on radar turn out to be a <span style="color:#cc0000;">huge</span> find. equally aggressive, <span style="color:#cc0000;">spastic</span>, repetitive, hilarious and frenziedly driven, i cannot recommend these highly enough. hyperbole be <span style="color:#cc0000;">damned</span>!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">liars - 'they threw us all in a <span style="color:#cc0000;">trench</span> and stuck a monument on top'</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">their first album, this is already pointing in the direction of their later <span style="color:#cc0000;">gloomy</span>, disjointed <span style="color:#cc0000;">experimentation</span> and is worth the purchase price <span style="color:#cc0000;">alone</span> for what i can only describe as "that kind of <span style="color:#cc0000;">purring</span> sound" on track <em>'nothing is ever lost or can be <span style="color:#cc0000;">lost</span> my science friend'</em>, and of course the last track 'this <span style="color:#cc0000;">dust</span> makes that mud', clocking in at a mighty 30:07, the final 20 some minutes of which is an almost <span style="color:#cc0000;">seamless</span> loop.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">services - 'your <span style="color:#cc0000;">desire</span> is my business'</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">these people used to be the <span style="color:#cc0000;">great</span> flux information sciences, but <span style="color:#cc0000;">split</span> to make something "<span style="color:#cc0000;">poppy</span> - because it's hard to do". if this is pop then it's the most obsessive, mentally <span style="color:#cc0000;">retarded</span> pop i've ever heard, and all the <span style="color:#cc0000;">better</span> for it. get on your dancin' shoes and prepare to do yourself an <span style="color:#cc0000;">injury</span>.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">shit</span> and shine - 'cherry'<br />shit and <span style="color:#cc0000;">shine</span> - 'küss mich, meine <span style="color:#cc0000;">liebe</span>'</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">a motley crew from various bands (including the now defunct / re branded <span style="color:#cc0000;">todd</span>) and often involving driving, <span style="color:#cc0000;">distorted</span> percussion; nevertheless the <span style="color:#cc0000;">cornerstone</span> of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/shitandshine">shit and shine </a>is experimentation. there are full-on <span style="color:#cc0000;">noise</span> tracks, short tracks, ridiculously long tracks, little girls singing. two collections of beautiful, <span style="color:#cc0000;">utterly</span> disconcerting grimy chaos, some of which you can even tap your foot to:<br />"<em>the band has been known to employ up to 16 separate drummers and 12 feet of vertical bass amplification, so they are no strangers to <span style="color:#cc0000;">erecting</span> long standing <span style="color:#cc0000;">brown</span> waves of sound known to induce wild ass <span style="color:#cc0000;">humpery</span> and free standing grope-a-thons. you, dear listener, are <span style="color:#cc0000;">powerless</span> in this onslaught of bass boomed rock totality."<br /></em>you have been <span style="color:#cc0000;">warned</span>.</span></strong></p>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-18512234415920310882009-01-05T15:23:00.006+00:002009-01-05T15:43:09.003+00:00o x b o w v s . h a r v e y m i l k<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtl2DRRwvncq6VBoRVinut8lfZy2Uy3c4nyoyJZXfTQovhsypj3fQ5YPPZ-UnZ0_Fxz3XbmDQsmFcCgxLVTXBVMn3UNf5M3VAbM20QLbYDk_zjvdIOUEqTjkgAj7j_kzef1mdjrbQ3WLv/s1600-h/oxboweugene.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287830884042617570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtl2DRRwvncq6VBoRVinut8lfZy2Uy3c4nyoyJZXfTQovhsypj3fQ5YPPZ-UnZ0_Fxz3XbmDQsmFcCgxLVTXBVMn3UNf5M3VAbM20QLbYDk_zjvdIOUEqTjkgAj7j_kzef1mdjrbQ3WLv/s200/oxboweugene.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">a review of <span style="color:#cc0000;">oxbow</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">harvey</span> milk live at the underworld, left over from last year...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />(image stolen from <a href="http://www.theoxbow.com/">the<span style="color:#cc0000;">oxbow</span>.com </a>-go there <span style="color:#cc0000;">now</span>, buy fucking <span style="color:#cc0000;">everything</span>)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">always a treat to see the might of <span style="color:#cc0000;">oxbow</span> live, we arrived and were made positively <span style="color:#cc0000;">tumescent</span> by the prospect of a surprise support slot by <a href="http://www.partchimp.com/">part chimp</a>. the somewhat bewilderingly friendly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eugene</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">robinson</span> (right) sold me a couple of <span style="color:#cc0000;">t-shirts</span> and a <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cd</span></span>, because of course i need more of both of these things. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">part chimp came on and made a noise. a <span style="color:#cc0000;">big</span> fucking noise. we winced, we nodded out heads, we applauded. good<span style="color:#cc0000;">good</span>. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">everything was going swimmingly <span style="color:#cc0000;">until</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">harvey</span> milk came on. a somewhat inappropriate addition to the bill, if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">harvey</span> milk were a short film then it would concern pot-bellied middle aged men striding <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bare-chested</span> across mist-swathed mountain tops conversing with ancient and unknowable gods; if <span style="color:#cc0000;">oxbow</span> were a short film it would concern a man lying alone and naked in a shitty motel room in his own filth, <span style="color:#cc0000;">screaming</span>. hostess <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">elisabeth</span>: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">harvey</span> milk look like presenters from the open university". rock on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">harvey</span> milk appear to be the sort of band that are legendary in certain circles and if you haven't heard of them, as i hadn't, you clearly haven't been smoking enough dope or gagging for a <span style="color:#cc0000;">pale</span>, pseudo alternative, middle aged imitation of black sabbath and their ilk. perhaps that's unfair. but then perhaps it's not unfair <span style="color:#cc0000;">enough</span>. </span></strong></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">anyhoo</span>, finally oxbow come on and all is forgotten, and i do mean <span style="color:#cc0000;">all</span>. in an aggressive avalanche of cathartic <span style="color:#cc0000;">ejaculate</span>, their sound grabs us by the throat, body slams us and then proceeds to violate our most private areas. but in a good way. <em>really</em>.</span></strong></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-6680757077372164572009-01-05T14:32:00.011+00:002009-01-05T15:15:55.608+00:00n e x t s t o p c e l l b l o c k h<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-oB-x1O1xdtLwayQXTqwToV-RHCE8pUVFq8gAfG1o6_B86W2ODJ3vdHiIM5aEIJyvQ31okWlMO8LbO7dLPl-IDBQQtgmxNXwMNXos1tmLKO_N7faF8BL70zWt3tWG0E64tu7xc2FsD_c/s1600-h/christmasdecoration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287826373965723378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-oB-x1O1xdtLwayQXTqwToV-RHCE8pUVFq8gAfG1o6_B86W2ODJ3vdHiIM5aEIJyvQ31okWlMO8LbO7dLPl-IDBQQtgmxNXwMNXos1tmLKO_N7faF8BL70zWt3tWG0E64tu7xc2FsD_c/s200/christmasdecoration.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>actually, this whole <span style="color:#cc0000;">entering</span> into the 'official' blog thing reminds me of a news story from last year:</strong></span> </div><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>civil servant charged over <span style="color:#cc0000;">'obscene'</span> girls aloud blog</em></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>"...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mr</span> walker is accused of posting a comment on a <span style="color:#cc0000;">fantasy</span> pornographic website which allegedly described the kidnap, mutilation, <span style="color:#cc0000;">rape</span> and murder of girls aloud... it was headlined "girls (<span style="color:#cc0000;">scream</span>) aloud"... he is due to appear at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">newcastle</span> crown court charged with publication of an <span style="color:#cc0000;">obscene</span> article in coming weeks. "</em><br /><br />now explain how this isn't retarded thinking. prosecuting someone for 'obscene publication' on a blog? <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">really</span></em>? what kind of daft <span style="color:#cc0000;">cunt</span> comes up with this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kind</span> of thing? do people <em>really</em> get paid to simply sit in an office and fire off these kind of <span style="color:#cc0000;">imbecilic</span> edicts? explain to me how that's a justified or worthwhile thing to do with the tax payer's <span style="color:#cc0000;">money</span>, or the court's time, and while you're at it, explain to me where this <span style="color:#cc0000;">dangerous</span> kind of thinking stops. </strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">it makes me wonder if i too might not fall <span style="color:#cc0000;">foul</span> of this kind of thing, considering my <span style="color:#cc0000;">heart</span>felt belief that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ainsley</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">harriot</span> should be kidnapped, mutilated and (<span style="color:#cc0000;">hell</span>, why not?) raped to within an <span style="color:#cc0000;">inch</span> of his worthless and <span style="color:#cc0000;">irritating</span> existence. i await the bobbies and the knock at the door with baited breath... you'll never take me alive <span style="color:#cc0000;">copper</span>...</span></strong></p>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839099997299107597.post-91986145357376235862009-01-04T14:34:00.007+00:002009-01-04T14:55:26.045+00:00s t i l l b o r n . a g a i n .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkC7OoAnthi6QkMaCvAUEL-_j0ukRvGo26sPQzb3wY6si9iRr7oujPToFX6gExMjv3Xf8Y81l2xki4M6WOeiY2cd-C1u9LcKHllhlPudRhYQ5OuYjB_Mvw08gekkSIp65NJploSg9GfO-/s1600-h/masonabusespup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287449429435137298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkC7OoAnthi6QkMaCvAUEL-_j0ukRvGo26sPQzb3wY6si9iRr7oujPToFX6gExMjv3Xf8Y81l2xki4M6WOeiY2cd-C1u9LcKHllhlPudRhYQ5OuYjB_Mvw08gekkSIp65NJploSg9GfO-/s200/masonabusespup.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>let's see if this is a more useful, accomodating and less time consuming home for my <span style="color:#cc0000;">inane</span> ramblings and long harboured excess of <span style="color:#cc0000;">bile</span>.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">expect shorter, more piecemeal postings. yes ellis, <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">finally</span></em>.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">as if <span style="color:#cc0000;">any</span>one is listening.</span></strong></div>unsonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537511779166309562noreply@blogger.com0