Pinegrove: Need 2

This was three listens

I was looking to capture something about the song and I feel I was doing alright, but at one point I began to move into review mode which I wanted to avoid. I feel that, as such, this is cohesive, but it’s also really flat; well, flatter than usual at least.

Pinegrove’s “Need 2” is from Mixtape Two. It’s also available on Everything So Far.

I hope you enjoy.

A low buzzing sound and guitar starts to fade in. In the background something akin to birds can be heard. Soon more guitar layers over the existing one and the melody comes forward with a wistfulness. The percussion comes in and stays steady and solid. It thumps gently and simple. The bass which soon follows also does the same, though does more in solidifying the melody whilst also keeping things light and easy.

The melody drifts as vocals utter a few words at a time, leaving the focus on the instruments. The words provide just enough and build on the instrumentation.

The instruments move a little lower, drawing up some sort of melancholy. A questioning comes forward and banjo plays gently through the instrumentation.

The sounds seem to grow rich and as young and old as the day. There’s a prettiness to the the progression as the instruments play with each other and lock in, drifting with aim. Shortly after the last words an additional guitar plays lightly and with space on top of the rhythm and melody, punctuating and emphasising. Another sound joins in, unchanging, appearing for brief moments, almost as though it’s some sort of flashing light, and both it and the additional guitar continue on through to the song’s end.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1067: Bucket of Sweat

The heat is here. It reaches and it permeates and it makes itself a nuisance, but there are worse things out there.

I hope for a breeze and I hope that it comes sooner rather than later. I hope that said breeze blows away the heat and makes everything better to experience, though really this isn’t so bad. This is something that I can manage. I don’t want to, but I can manage. I can tolerate this. There are worse things out there.

Now the real question regards how much sweat I can sweat and if I can sweat it all into a bucket.

If possible and if it is a copious amount of sweat, I may be able to extract the salt content and then use it to do something that involves the use of salt in a way that implies, suggests and encourages its use. However, that might be too ridiculous and if it is, I don’t know as to what it is that I will do.

What if I can’t extract the salt? Then I suddenly have this bucket full of sweat and I have to do something with it. I can’t just leave it lying about; I actually have to make use of it somehow.

I could put it outside and maybe put some plants in there that like high levels of salinity. Maybe I could paint some flowers onto it and have it set up as a decoration.

Maybe I could have it set up as a water feature on my coffee table and have a little waterfall-type thing that runs out and then a hose that pumps the sweat back into the bucket. I think that could work and maybe that is what I need to go for here. Maybe that is what I need to do and if that is indeed what I need to do, then that is what I am going to do.

Alright; it is decided. This is what I am going to do. I now have a plan.

The first thing I’ll do is get a bucket. Then I will sweat profusely into the bucket. I will sweat for a while and then once I have accumulated enough sweat I will take the bucket and measure the sweat and work out if I need to sweat more into the bucket.

Assuming I don’t, I will then set up a little water feature using the sweat and the bucket and have that running in my living room on the coffee table. I think that that is the best thing to do and therefore I will do it. Some might say that it is unhygienic, to which I will say it is art of the highest order and clearly they do not understand art ion all of its appearances. I will then make sure it stays on display and eventually people will come to realise the majesty in this creation. They will look upon it and understand its grand artistic value.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:48:95

This was fun to write.
I feel as though I was stumbling for a bit bit everything kind of flowed out easily after a while. Still, it’s not the smoothest of reads.

Written at home.

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Water on the Weir

Here’s a photo of Audley Weir after heavy rainfall.

This isn’t much water on the weir and it has been much more underwater before, but when I took this photo it was the first time I had seen water on it and so it was something I was a bit excited to see.

I like that most of the reflection is quite vague, and I also like how the water disturbs the weir’s texture. It almost feels like the surface is made from marble.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-eighty-second Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Interesting Objects“.

I find this weir interesting as an object to photograph, and I find it more interesting with water on it, so I feel this photo works for the challenge.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

This one is curated by Patti. The next one is curated by Leya.

This year three people are joining the Lens-Artists team:

Sofia Alves of  Photographias

Anne Sandler of Slow Shutter Speed

John Steiner of Journeys with Johnbo

As such the above hosting order is likely to change.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Masato Kouda: The Nightless City, Guara Bobelo

Two listens for this writing.

I wanted to just describe the song and I think I did that, but not well.
With that being said, I’m fine with the result. I feel the writing is mostly smooth and at least provides an idea of what’s happening with the song.

Masato Kouda’s (甲田雅人) “The Nightless City, Guara Bobelo” (“不夜城 ギャラボベーロ”) is from the soundtrack for Wild Arms 4 (aka Wild Arms the 4th Detonator), WILD ARMS the 4th Detonator ORIGINAL SCORE.

I hope you enjoy.

A low sound, choral vocals and flickers of saxophone come into existence. A slow, gentle and steady beat forms and the song shifts mood. It was dark and mysterious, and perhaps it remains as such, but now it is lighter in its step.

Keys play out a dangerous attraction, calling out and enticing into coming in further. Bass keeps things relaxed and loose, yet as on track as the percussion. Eventually more saxophone flickers back in as sounds move about. More brass comes in and the beat picks up pace.

The sounds play along, striking, hurried and busy, but preserving space. The keys play faster though without feeling rushed. Soon brass strikes out and woodwind comes into prominence with a sense of energy and bounce and is flutters about. Soon brass continues what the flute started and continues on until the instruments seemingly make a statement. It’s a striking statement that finds its end where the percussion takes focus once more.

The instruments switch to something a familiar. Steadily things walk forward and once more, it builds up. Again the rhythm becomes hurried and the instruments play soft and gentle, clear and outwardly. Vague sounds lurk in the background once more and once more the music stays lively.

That statement is reached again, and the instruments commence a new cycle, though it is not long before they fade out and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1066: Talk About Important Stuff

So I’ve had two restarts on this bit of writing and now I’m hoping that third time is the charm. I don’t want to have to start again. The first two times I had to stop and restart early, but there is no telling if that is indeed the pattern that will be the pattern that continues.

So anyway, I’m sitting here and I’m doing the writing and I’m hoping that I don’t have to start again. I’m tired and all that other stuff. It is a warm day and the cicadas are loud and they are beautiful. Their droning is a wonderful thing to hear. The heat isn’t as wonderful, so it’s lucky that the cicadas are there.

I sit here and I sweat and I ramble on about things that don’t matter and I still think about the impact that I have on the world. I think about all that I do and all that I am doing and how I should go about it all. How can I be a better person? How can I contribute to society more? How can I keep on growing?

I think about things that don’t matter, but more importantly I think about things that I feel matter and I feel others should consider as important. I think about the environment and how we’ve a strong disregard for it and I think about how we all seem to shrug our shoulders or pat ourselves on the back when we don’t do enough.

Such is the way of things I suppose.

However, not enough people want to talk about the continual environmental degradation of which we all take a part of and so I won’t talk about that right now as there are other things out there that should be talked about, such as how warm it is and how bored I can be at the best of times. That is more important than making sure we have a future that any generations further along in time can be a part of without too much worry for the environment beyond a regular need to take care of it.

It is more important for me to talk about how my car has issues than it is for me to talk about how stuff’s getting pretty dire. It’s also more important for me to talk about other things that don’t concern the environment.

Why talk  about the environment when I can talk about things that don’t matter? Why bother even considering the environment? Sure, we remain a part of an environment that is within the environment, but that’s not important in any way, shape or form. There are other, more important things to talk about, such as how I’m sweating a little bit and how I’m somehow inconvenienced by that sweat, and how great air conditioning is and how I wished I had air conditioning here.

Talking about the environment? Doesn’t matter. Sure, it’s there and it’s important, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll be fine.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:17:78

If this seems angry, it is and I am.
Maybe it’s too angry. I don’t know. I think it’s important that we talk more about and actively participate in keeping the environment healthy.

Written at home.

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A Poem About a Need to Relax Disrupted

This took a bit longer to write than I thought it would.
In part that’s due to the constant disruption going on at the moment.

This isn’t good writing. It’s very uneven in terms of use of language. It gets the point across, but it could be better.

I hope you enjoy.

A need to loosen is met with disjoint
And so rigidity continues and increases
There is no calm and no quiet
Despite all desires

An incessant blaring hits the body
As some force their will upon others
Without thought of concern
They continue their blasts

A need for rest reaches out
Though its voice withers away
Among an encroaching mass
Of an other’s disruptions

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Hiroki Kikuta: Where Angel Fear to Tread

This was written over two listens.

I wrote about this one as I kind of wanted to compare it to the opening track for Secret of Mana. They’re similar tracks in terms of mood, but how they carry themselves is different. This one is a bit heavier and maybe a little more muted in parts. It’s also longer and carries a stronger sense of atmosphere. It feels more cinematic.

I was looking to describe the song more than the imagery and I think I kind of pulled

Hiroki Kikuta’s (菊田 裕樹) “Where Angel Feat to Tread” (“天使の怖れ”) is from Seiken Densetsu 3 Original Sound Version, the soundtrack for Seiken Densetsu 3.

I hope you enjoy.

Keys oscillate around sounds as something akin to a woodwind sits on top. It is early and, though maybe it is late. It is dark, though there is light. The sounds carry a weightiness; a burden as a dire situation comes to the surface. Slowly the sounds move with each other as they carry the scene outward. There’s an urging of sorts. Maybe it is a pleading.

The sounds rise up and soar for a moment; They appear to be searching for something as a situation grows dire. They begin to slow down, but instead of stopping they shift.

There remains a sense of that weight, but they refuse to let it bring them to a stop. Percussion comes in and the melody remains, but there is now more of a sense of hope and determination. The sounds proceed with greater vigour and determination than before. They roll and rush forward, building with each other and once more rise, building up to something.

A sudden pause, then the sounds find a singular point and strike it, sounding hopeful amidst adversity as the song ends.

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Hiroki Kikuta: Fear of the Heavens

Two listens here.

Had no idea as to what I wanted to capture here and so I went ahead and… I’m not sure as to what I’ve done here.

Hiroki Kikuta’s (菊田 裕樹) “Fear of the Heavens” (“天使の怖れ”) is from Seiken Densetsu 2 Original Sound Version aka Secret of Mana Original Sound Version, the soundtrack for Seiken Densetsu 2 aka Secret of Mana.

I hope you enjoy.

Something low rumbles as it calls out.

Strings play as a gentle sound walks upon them. There’s a melancholy and a hope. Bass comes in at the ushering of percussion and all remains gentle and of the dawn. There’s a fragility, but it all rises and stands steadfast against the odds.

Rich are the sounds as they soar. They glide and ride out, full and rich and moving with a grace, reaching for something before coming back down. Their descent is gentle and perhaps a signifier of heavier things to come.

After a brief flicker and slight drawing, a weighty note is struck as the song ends.

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Blue Covered by Orange

With this photo, I like how the sky is getting covered by the clouds.
I think it provides a strong sense of transition to night.
Considering the time of day this photo shows, that’s probably an obvious thing, but I feel it shows well here.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-eighty-first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Double Dipping“.

As is with the theme, I’m also linking to Nancy Merrill Photography, a photographer who also runs a challenge. At the moment the current challenge there is “View” and I feel this photo also fits. With that said, this challenge is one to check out.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

This one is curated by Tina. The next one is curated by Patti.

This year three people are joining the Lens-Artists team:

Sofia Alves of  Photographias

Anne Sandler of Slow Shutter Speed

John Steiner of Journeys with Johnbo

As such the above hosting order is likely to change.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Flying Lotus: Theme

This was written over two listens.

“Theme” is a short song but it has a lot happening. I tried to capture it through imagery which kind of worked at first. Had I not switched modes then it probably would’ve worked the whole way through.

Flying Lotus’ “Theme” is from You’re Dead!.

I hope you enjoy.

A heavy drone stretches out, unfolding a landscape. Scenes rush on by, almost seeming overwhelming as all blurs into each other. Sounds rumble underneath and bits of percussion shimmer on through and the dawn rises as the sun sets and all cycles around each other, becoming indistinct. And yet, it seems meditative and perhaps is actually a moment of calm among intensity.

Suddenly a different kind of rush comes forward. A blast of percussion and other sounds. A slight pause, a stirring, another blast. A repeat. A fade away, then a fade back in. Brass, percussion and other sounds congeal together, seemingly as a mess, yet all knowing what they are doing. However, before another unleash, during one last pause the song ends.

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