I could watch timelapse video of airports all day long.
It’s strange to think that digital computing, despite being the new kid on the block science-wise, has entered the phase where all of its original creators are now dying of old age.
I wonder how the cultural perception of, say, a PC changes when there’s no longer anyone left alive who was involved in creating the first cut? When the knowledge is handed down, taught in schools rather than peer-reviewed, when all the artifacts are ubiquitous and mass produced rather than unique and hand-assembled in a garage somewhere. There’s no “personal” ownership the concepts, they just exist and the current stewards refine them.
Today I have mainly been led up the garden path. (Figuratively, obviously.) But that’s ok, because I’ve discovered Monument Valley (a hallucinogenic Escher nightmare isometric puzzle game on my iPhone) and everything is alright.
A hallucinogenic? Or *AN* hallucinogenic? The whole way we treat leading H’s in English seems to be shifting. I swear it’s either disappearing it becoming a vowel. I blame those people who call herbs “‘erbs”.
Seriously, death is too good for ‘em.
Somehow it completely escaped my notice that Pink Floyd are releasing a new record in October. Apparently it’s the instrumental stuff that they recorded alongside The Division Bell, but Dave’s gone back and recorded some singing.
Now I’m all for new Pink Floyd on general terms, but I’m not sure one last album of stuff that’s inferior* to The Division Bell is the way to go out. Although, technically, finishing on high would probably mean going back in time and stopping talking sense into Roger Waters before The Final Cut. So that’s not gonna happen.
* - inferred, cos if it was good they’d have released it instead, right?
Been playing guitar this evening, revisiting stuff I learned to play when I was a youngun’. It turns out that I can remember note-for-note how to play a two-hand tapping Satch piece I originally picked up in the early nineties but I without an immediate interweb feed I could not for the life of me remember what the tune was called.
So I googled it. Oh the irony. HA HA HA universe. Good one.
Still, I’m increasingly worried about how much I’ve forgotten and how much I tend to forget, and yet for some reason it seems notes tend to linger. So at least when the dementia finally kicks in I’ll be able to earn a living busking.
Today is proving to be a struggle. Two nights on the piss with various ex and contemporary coworker types has left me weakened, and the gods have decided to punish me for my excess by waking the kid up at 3am and then sending day job problems that I don’t understand or care about but that have to be fixed RIGHT FUCKING NOW anyway. <dannyglover>I’M TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT</dannyglover> etc
Am soothing my nerve endings with Bowie. (“Outside”, if you were wondering.) (which you weren’t)
At least the sun is out.
I really must start using this blog as an actual blog rather than a link dump. If nothing else, in my other life (the one that pays the bills) I’m developing a thing with RSS reading capabilities and need a ready supply of test data. Ideally though I should start capturing some if the ideas I have before they escape from my brain.
(As an apparatus for capturing ideas my brain is analoguous to a stable withan open door and horse-sized holes in the walls from which the horse has not only already bolted but subsequently expired and been made into glue.)
I have been thinking a lot about doing music. There is a playlist on my phone that might be a record, although my studio is presently in boxes
Archive Rest Week
We’ve reached the end of the pre-first-release-era demos salvaged from the old laptop so I’m having a week off.
And for the next five weeks… well, you may have heard this stuff before.
The Looptron “Christmas Single”* Heart Attack is available right now on Soundcloud. The ideal (free) gift for that person in your life who likes their guitars looped, reversed and then buried under a mound of increasingly out-of-tune sine waves. (It’s also not even remotely Christmassy but, you know, get drunk and pretend there are sleigh bells in it. Or something.)
In the meantime, apart from a field test of the new mailing list and random things that fall out of instagram/twitter this is probably the last coherent post you’re getting out of me until the new year. (If nothing else the imminent arrival of a shiny new human larva in my life may will take up a fair chunk of my attention within the next few weeks.)
In the meantime, let me wish for this festive season that no matter where you are, what you’re doing and who you’re doing it to that you PLEASE STOP IT BEFORE THE POLICE FIND OUT.
Else it’ll ruin Christmas.
* NOTE: Any song released in December is apparently a Christmas single, even if it is miserablist dirge-y synth pop about betrayal and love gone wrong. So there.
Source: SoundCloud / Looptron
cleaning my office
that joyful catharsis of