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Listening 09-09-08

Posted in listening, music, personal with tags , , on September 9, 2008 by Lightborne

1. Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan – Sunday at Devil Dirt

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2. Duke Ellington and John Coltrane
3. Akira Rabelais – Spellewauerynsherde
4. Ellen Allien & Apparat – Orchestra of Bubbles
5. Martin Denny – The Enchanted Sea

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6. Nick cave and the Bad Seeds – Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!

Peekocrochet.com

Posted in cool stuff, personal with tags , , , , on August 6, 2008 by Lightborne

My best gal Denise just launched a website for her fabulous new crochet business. Please check it out! She makes all kinds of crazy things out of a variety of materials, including recycled plastic bags, and will custom crochet you anything you can think of (really – you suggest it and she’ll have a go!).

Peekocrochet

Listening 09-07-08

Posted in listening, music, personal with tags on July 9, 2008 by Lightborne

What I’ve been listening to lately:

1. Nneka – Victim of Truth
2. Afrika Bambaataa & Soulsonic Force – Planet Rock The Album
3. Bill Callahan – Woke on a Whaleheart
4. Dexter Gordon – A Swingin’ Affair
5. Marc Ribot y Los Cubanos Postizos
6. Bud Powell – The Amazing Bud Powell Vol.1
7. Ellen Allien & Apparat – Orchestra of Bubbles

Michael Pigott – outstanding in his field.

Posted in image, personal with tags , , on May 8, 2008 by Lightborne

Michael Pigott – outstanding in his field.

Listening 10-04-08

Posted in listening, music, personal with tags , on April 10, 2008 by Lightborne

I’m mired in essay marking and trying to finish my chapter on Tarkovsky and time pressure at the moment, so here’s a quick list of what I’ve been mostly listening to while working this week:

1. Paul Curreri and Devon Sproule (thank you James)
3. Arthur Russell – First Thought Best Thought
4. DJ Krush – Jaku
6. Ruckus Juice & Chitlins Vol.1: The Great Jug Bands
8. Blackalicious – The Craft
9. Sharkey & C-Rayz Walz – Monster Maker
10. Stan Getz – Cafe Montmartre
11. Les Primitifs du Futur – World Musette

(with the jug bands winning by a considerable length in terms of repeat listens)

Bullring Flashmob

Posted in personal, rant, video with tags , , , on March 9, 2008 by Lightborne

I took part in a flashmob yesterday – well Denise did and I dashed around with my camera. The idea was for a large group of people, dispersed throughout out the top floor of the Bullring and seemingly going about their business as normal, to suddenly freeze in motion at an appointed, synchronised time. They would maintain this statuesque pose for five minutes exactly and then all fall back into motion at the same time. The point is not to cause disruption and irritation, but rather wonder and amazement. The security of the Bullring however, seemed to think that the only purpose was to clog up the shopping lanes. Well, that and I think they just didn’t like it. From my own experience and what I’ve heard from others, the security don’t like crowds to gather, things that aren’t shopping to happen, or even people sitting down. As the General Manager explained very vigorously to one of the group afterwards, the Bullring is private property, not public property – so essentially shoppers are their guests and expected to behave in a manner appropriate to the situation. Anything else is just weird and a menace. While momentarily stopped to talk to someone outside of the Bullring (though not yet off of their property) I suddenly felt the muscular, weighty presence of one of the security men compelling my whole body (along with two others) away, explaining all the while that we couldn’t do it out here either. Apparently one must try to remain in constant motion while at the Bullring, otherwise one may unknowingly become a nuisance and a troublemaker.

Anyway, the security men themselves caused the greatest disruption and commotion by clustering around the freezers and shouting a lot. The freezers were intentionally spread out so as not to cause a blockage, but, and you can see this in the many videos many of the event, the security response caused crowds to gather around certain spots to see what was happening, thereby impeding one of the main thoroughfares. One of the funniest things from the whole day was the security men milling around shouting “Move along….. Start moving….”

Here’s the video I made, which unfortunately doesn’t have the biggest group of freezers (who were on the opposite side of the top floor) from the beginning. When I finally get there its difficult to see them for the crowd.

There’s also a BBC news story about the event.

And here’s another article about it.

Ice rinks, fluorescent soldiers, and bookshelves.

Posted in personal, rant with tags , on February 26, 2008 by Lightborne

On Saturday I was woken twice from a pretty vivid sleeping experience – once by the fire alarm at 4:30 am (a small percentage of the residents of our building pile out onto the street and grumble about being woken up while firemen dart around grumbling about being woken up – the majority apparently don’t fear a fiery, burny, melty and ultimately smoldery death), and once by the sound of a small temporary ice-rink erupting into life right below our first floor apartment at around 10:00am. The ice-rink was only small, so they only let small children on – and the noise they make by themselves is nowhere near enough to disturb me. But the operators of this passing (and slightly surreal) attraction believed that the kids couldn’t have the maximum possible amount of fun without a very big speaker thundering out dance music. Why? I’m sure the kids don’t care whether there’s music or not, and if the idea was to provide a soundtrack that would enhance their experience, even their memories, then I can think of a vast amount of more interesting music. The organisers seemed to have confused the needs and desires of the average 5 year old with those of an 18 year old hepped up on vodka and red bull. To someone reluctantly shocked from sleep it sounded like chaos/disorder/destruction out there, and it struck me that this might be the soundtrack to all future wars. In my half-awake state I started to imagine neon clad super-soldiers with glow-sticks strapped to the muzzles of their laser rifles like bayonets, all charging over mounds of brightly coloured nuclear sludge to the incessant dunf dunf dunf of a thousand bands who claim a common ancestry in the demonic aural flatulence of Scooter. I’m seldom moved to spite or aggression, but I had a real urge to point my own speakers out the window and hideously syncopate their rhythms with some Melt Banana. Then I thought it would be interesting to hear Harry Partch and his accordion wailing out all over the street on top of that inescapable beat. I didn’t do either. I just stayed in bed and grumbled.

Later, when the ruckus had died down and the beat finally stopped (around 5:00pm) we spent a fairly pleasant evening carefully stocking a new set of bookshelves – finally, some of the random piles dotted about the apartment find a semi-permanent home.