Gore Tech: Part II – Palaeotronics

Posted on October 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen for this one.

I was listening to Gore Tech today. I think it’s been a while since I last did, decided to today, then decided to write about the second song on this EP. Going to do the third shortly.

Anyway, when I started on this song I just wanted to capture it in some manner. I wasn’t sure which direction to go in or what would emerge, and even though I’ve heard it a few times I didn’t recognise it, so I felt a bit thrown off. I think that worked but I can’t help but wonder if what I wrote could’ve been better had I some more familiarity with the song.

Gore Tech’s “Part II – Palaeotronics” is from Pulse Tundra.

I hope you enjoy.

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Muffled in a way but also clear, a sound moves with a harmonious dotting. Soon something a little harsher joins it and creates unease, but it is little, and eventually percussion comes in with strings, or at least a sense of strings and they all follow that original sound which seems to warp or disappear, but it is still there.

More sound fills in and it seems almost nostalgic for memory that doesn’t exist. There remains unease but it’s at the edges and throughout, lurking. A stretch into more presence and the echoes off the percussion remain short, and that melancholia is there, but the unease perpetuates and dread creeps in. Dread is there in all the peace and drama and details grow clear.

Some sounds disappear and it all seems to imply a fading but the percussion has grown more lively as it rings out into an empty space. A short ringing and it rings out, and then silence and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1314: On Hold

Posted on October 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

So I just spent some time on hold and it was both long and short and that’s the way things go, I guess.
You kind of start wondering as to how much of your life is spent on hold and then you start wondering as to how much of your life you’ve left on hold and then you wonder how much longer you have. It’s not a pleasant experience.

I don’t want to be getting existential about my life when I’m waiting to speak to someone, but the wait is just long enough for that to happen. It’s long enough for the dread to seep in through the cracks and you can’t push it back as…. well, what else are you doing at that particular point in time? Sure, you could be doing other things but it all feels menial in a way where you’re not paying much attention as you need to pay more attention to the phone as you don’t want to be elsewhere when someone finally comes through.

It’s a bit of a drag and time extends and shrinks and so you find yourself careening through time at two differing speeds, and yet the whole thing feels like a congruent situation and so you just kind of live like that for a while.

You started off as young as the sapling but then you grow as old as the mighty gums along riverbanks and floodplains, and you’ve experienced things and you’ve seen the passage of the dry as well as the destruction and rejuvenation of the wet. You’ve seen life change and shrink and grow and you’ve been there the whole time and you’ve changed, and maybe you feel rooted in place but you grow outward. The storms come and go and lighting cracks and whips as it threatens to strike you down and cast limbs ablaze, and yet you’ve weathered it all and you keep going outward and upward. Your foundation remains and you keep growing from it and learning new things.

Eventually your time will be up but you don’t know when, and it’s not even during a storm or a fire or anything. Everything seems fine and nice and it is, and you see all. You see the insects, you see the birds and maybe you even see some of the more aquatic-based lifeforms , and it’s a day just like any other. It’s a peaceful day and its dull and boring but that’s fine; Sometimes dull and boring is a good thing to have.

You think and you observe and, even though there is no breeze there still is a motion; there is an unfelt rumbling, but all is okay. Then suddenly you’re struck asunder as you finally come off hold and you’re speaking to a person to get an issue resolved, and then they put you on hold for a few minutes and then come back to let you know your issue will be resolved later, so you then go do something else.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:59:26

I spent some time on hold today and felt compelled to write about the experience in a rather dramatic manner. I think that it works; there is a bit that drags but it works.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1313: Itchiness

Posted on October 22, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Itchiness is something that I haven’t written about before, or at least I think I haven’t written about itchiness before. I don’t know if I care to find out at this present moment, but I know that soon I will have to go through everything on this space to see where I screwed up some numbering and all that other stuff.

Anyway, I’m itchy right now and it’s annoying. Sure, it’s not too different from anything else int he world, but it draws my attention when I try to do things and so now the struggle is between trying to write and the itch that is working on preventing me from writing.

I didn’t want to write about this. I wanted to write something fanciful and interesting, but now I have no choice. Now I am being twisted into doing something that I don’t want to do. This is unfair and it is clearly a violation of anything considered humane. Where do I go from here? What do I do with this?

Maybe I should immerse myself within a large vat of yogurt and then apply some sort of itching powder… though I should do that before and it should be a powder that is not an itching power, but anyway… and then swim around in the large vat and then step out and hopefully all the itchiness is gone after that. Hopefully I’ll be free from this horrible existence that I currently find myself within. Then I’ll be able to get on with my day and if I can get on with my day I can then… get on with my day, I guess.

What else would there be to do at that point? The issue is solved and I’d be free and if I’m free I just go back to doing whatever it is that I’m doing and so there’s not really much of anything at that point. I just keep on going and I hope for the best but now I am free of the itch; or then I’d be free of the itch.

Perhaps it is not the itch that I should be getting rid of. Perhaps I should embrace the itchiness more and then go from there. Maybe this is something with an untapped potential and it is up to me to tap into that vast reservoir of whatever it is that is inside, and then I go from there. I go from there and I go exploring and I find out that there truly is a vast network of caves that lead to all of these things and now I know that there’s treasure, but of course there is a chance that I don’t discover this because I chose to not scratch an itch and now my life is worse off for it.

Now the itchiness is subsiding and I’ve missed my chance. Well, that’s on me, but now I know I could’ve had so much more. Oh, what a horrible fate to have!

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:57:52

This started off as a struggle but it became easier to write the more I wrote. I don’t think it’s of a good quality, but it was fun.

Written at home.

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Phone Light Waving

Posted on October 22, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Here’s another recent photo taken at a gig during what I believe was meant to be some sort of emotional moment. I’m not entirely certain but I believe it was the case. I remember hearing one of the band members saying something about getting people to turn on the torches on their phones and then the below happened.

Often it’s a sign of some sort of united and emotional moment and I’m pretty sure that was the case here too.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-seventy-second Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Billboards and Signs“.

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

Week 1 – Tina

Week 2 – Patti

Week 3 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 4 – Amy

Week 5 – John Steiner

Week 6 – Sofia Alves

Week 7 – Anne Sandler

Week 8 – Donna

Week 9 – Guest host

John is curating this one. The next is curated by Sofia.

I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1312: Bit of a Writing Struggle, This One

Posted on October 21, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I’m currently listening to Talk Talk’s Spirit of Eden as I write this and I’m working out what to write. It has been a long day thus far but I’m getting on top of it. Maybe I’m not getting as on top of things as I would like, but I’m getting on top of it and that’s something, and now I’m listening to Talk Talk.

In a way this feels like a victory, or at least a time to rest but there always remains so much more to do than I’d ever hope, but I keep on going anyway, and maybe that’s due to some sort of thinking I’ve now an inability to stop. Maybe I do; maybe I don’t but I’m here now and I’m listening to music I want to listen to and so… yeah.

Things keep on going and I keep on going and it’s now dark outside and it’s nice that it’s dark. It seems peaceful but it is not; it’s just another phase in the cycle of light and dark and… yeah.

So now what do I do? I sit here and I write this and that, but actually I do know what I’ll be doing soon. There is editing that needs doing and so editing is what I’ll be doing. There will be other things too, of course, but I do know that editing is coming and so editing will be what is done. However, that is for after this and it is in the future. For now I am in the present and the future is a long distance away. I try to reach it but it constantly avoids me and it does so with low amounts of effort.

Now I don’t know what else to write but I need to keep on going. I need to keep on writing this and get to the end but I’m not sure if I will make it. Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Not sure for now, but I’m sure I will be sure soon enough.

The thing is now I feel I have an obligation to prolong the arrival of the inevitable but if I do that then I’m just wasting time. It’s always better to dive in and get stuff out of the way so you don’t have to worry about it later, but then again that’s not always a good idea. There certainly are better ones to have and I’m not sure if I will have them right now as I’m pretty sure diving in is better than not diving in in the present moment. However, I’ve got nothing else to say right now and so I’m just trying to get something across that expresses how much I desire to procrastinate, but maybe it’s not working out as I’d hoped, but sometimes that’s the way things go I guess.

I should just accept that and move on and then go with the flow and all those other things that sound good.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:39:35

This was one of those “I need to write” writings, but what I should’ve done is just written instead of spent time thinking about what to write.

Written at home.

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Peter Gabriel: We Do What We’re Told (Milgram’s 37)

Posted on October 21, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen for this one.

Just tried to capture the song here. Didn’t aim for more; didn’t aim for less and I think I succeeded to some extent.

Peter Gabriel’s “We Do What We’re Told (Milgram’s 37)” is from So.

I hope you enjoy.

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Murmurings in the quiet like a lullaby of sorts and then the percussion comes in. Those murmurings grow more prominent and then allow a bit of space as something softer, lower, more placid comes in, and though hazy, a form seems to come through. It’s a distance and it seems difficult to discern, but there’s something off about it. There’s a menace of sorts.

Voices come more into view, repeating the same phrase with some sort of bravado and at the same time some sort of despair. The percussion clears and Peter Gabriel’s voice comes in, making firm, yet vague statements. When he reaches “One Dream” the sounds begin to trail off. They grow quiet and the song ends.

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Ground Light Formation

Posted on October 20, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

These lights are next to each other and are on a level surface.

At least, I think the surface is level.

Anyway, this was taken in Sydney CBD. I wanted to try and get the lights on their own and I was quite successful with doing so.

Looking at this now, I wonder if the lights are meant to represent a constellation, or something else, or if their formation is meaningless.

I hope you enjoy.

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Between Lights, Within Lights

Posted on October 19, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This is a photo I took two days ago.
This was a lucky chance and so I jumped on it, and I think it captures the moodiness of the band well.

I hope you enjoy.

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Around the Head a Beam of Light

Posted on October 18, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Another recent gig photo.
This one isn’t anything particularly good, but I like how the light removes most detail from the face.

I hope you enjoy.

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Viewing Architecture

Posted on October 17, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Another photo featuring Sydney’s Sydney Opera House in some capacity.

There was some activity around here when this was taken, but a bit less than I think I thought there would have been. Still, it was pleasant to have that extra space.

I hope you enjoy.

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