I was in Centennial Park yesterday afternoon which gave me the opportunity to get this photo. There’s nothing particularly good about it; it’s competent, but I like ibes and so I wanted to share this photo.
I hope you enjoy.
One listen for this one.
There’s an ending of a song stuck in my head; well, not so much stuck but rather returning here and there. I can’t remember what song it is from and, after the hours I sunk into working out the previous song that was in my head (which happened over an afternoon and evening last week that eventually led to my working out it was Battles’ “My Machines” which I then decided to write about a couple of days ago) I decided to try and ignore this one. It comes and goes and I kind of care, kind of don’t.
Anyway, I thought it might be “Shining Finger” so I did a brief check this morning and it’s not. However, hearing the song for the first time in a while made me want to write about it and so I did.
I think this is mostly decent. There are parts that are weaker and I think that’s due to thinking too much about what I was writing, but overall I think I did better than usual with this one.
Envy’s “Shining Finger” is from Athiest’s Cornea.
I hope you enjoy.
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Guitar plays spaced notes, coming in to gently touch and drift. Bass underscores with precise simplicity. When percussion comes in with its spaced beats the other instruments pick up a little and align in rhythmic flow. Vocals are also here and they speak brief, quick passages. The guitar and bass seem to build; they hit a point, the percussion builds a little and then everything expands in sound.
The moment is tender if a bit intense as the vocals grow harsh, but not aggressive. The flow is forward and it seems to hit a maximum glide of sorts. Then keys become apparent and space returns. In this slow moment the keys seem to flutter here and there whilst everything else sans the vocals stay back.
A sense of build once more as the vocals return, and all is gentle and not swaying, and then it all becomes massive once more. Similar to last time, though the vocals remain soft and the synth follows along. and it all seems to swing into some sort of cool future for a moment. Everything is aligned and smooth and loud and calm, and energetic.
A brief pause of build before going for the grand once more. The vocals, harsh once more, and the keys are dancing through and around as everything drives along. It is an expansive moment; it is a full moment, and once more the instrumentation hits that point of gliding, and glide it does.
There is relief and release here, and it’s all beautiful and seemingly celebratory. Loud and expansive, and not aggressive, and all keeps going toward a point which it soon strikes. From there the instruments release and fade, and the song ends.
Another photo of a musician.
I wasn’t sure about sharing this one due to how it turned out. I like it, but I find it lacks a lot of necessary sharpness. That said, I do like how expressive the musician comes across.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.
I hope you enjoy.
I took this a few months ago whilst covering a gig.
I believe my intention was to capture the lights projecting into the dark space. I don’t think I thought about this beyond that.
I think this works as a matter of fact object / action display. There probably is stuff beyond the surface that could be found in this. I also think this would work better if the bar was not visible.
I hope you enjoy.
It’s the hat I shared yesterday, today.
I wanted to also share this view as it shows more of the design off. It’s minimal, yet detailed and I think that’s nice.
This is my submission into the two hundred-and-seventy-fourth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Asymmetry“.
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
Donna is curating this one. The next is curated by Anne.
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.
Here’s another hat.
This was one where I was aiming for clarity over anything else. I don’t know how to do product photography well; I think this is a decent photo, but it’s not a good product photo, if that makes sense.
I hope you enjoy.
One listen for this one.
Early on I tried to move less toward describing what was happening but I wasn’t quite able to. Overall I think I covered the song well enough but I also know that I could’ve done much better.
Drakh’s “Norrssken” is from Bethlehem.
I hope you enjoy.
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Faint wisps float here and there, and layer into themselves without expanding. a slight lingering from them as they fade into something new and similar, shrinking into form and a low rumble appears, murmuring rather than striking out.
For a moment that rumble holds court, then the other sounds return. Something moves forward, then suddenly pulls away, and the sounds are growing more prominent in places. They are moving to the foreground as they play the quiet among the noise.
A beat suddenly appears and takes lead, or at least it seemingly does. It strikes with a shudder and a force, and with it something akin to a voice moves alongside. Everything else is there, perhaps following along, or moving around it. Perhaps they do not know the beat is there, and perhaps there is danger in this.
The beat fades away and the sounds continue their moving in trails and wisps. They appear here and there and they hum and harmonise, and there is a great history that doesn’t exist within them. They show in moments and they linger as they change and fold into themselves.
The wisps are all that is left; they continue on until one final moment where they then disappear and the song ends.
Slow days, or fast days. Days lost within a stupor of engaging in something without the discipline to stop when I need to. Too much gaming, and yet, not enough.
Sometimes I wonder if what I’m really writing when I write reviews is writing by myself.
Wait, I don’t ever wonder that.
Anyway, sometimes I wonder about what I’m saying when I write reviews. Am I talking about whatever it is that I’ve engaged with, or am I talking about something in the purview of parts of society, or society overall? Is there anything that can be said at this point, or have I run out of things to say? Still, I persist.
The last few days were meant to be much more productive but they weren’t and that’s okay. Sometimes that’s what happens. I got some things done but they were spent mostly staring at a screen for something I will write about at some point in the future. There was too much of that staring and so I got little done, but that’s okay. It could be much worse.
I could’ve spent the time doing less than nothing and that’s something I’d much prefer to not have done, so time spent. However, now the challenge comes in forming the thoughts and seeing if I can articulate them in a way that doesn’t read like a report.
There’s also the challenge of how much more should I engage with the object in which I will eventually discuss. Generally when I cover something I prefer to get to its end. Sometimes that can change how something is viewed; as such, I don’t think it is ever a good idea to write about something if I haven’t reached its conclusion.
Now that I’ve said that I need to work out what else there is to say, but there isn’t much of anything. I’ve lost a lot of time but I can make up for it, but I need to work for it in order to make up for it and if I don’t do that, then… yeah. I guess that would be it, or something.
Well, it wouldn’t be it. Life goes on but I’d rather spend it being more productive than not doing much of anything, but maybe that’s how things go sometimes. The main thing is to get back up where I can and then keep going from there, and… yeah.
It’s easy to say things sometimes but there’s always a need to try and back up what you’re saying. Words can be empty without action; not always, but they can and I think that’s important to keep in mind. I could try and be more productive but unless I actually am then I’m not saying much in this particular instance.
Now that I think about it, bed is far more comfy than this chair and so maybe I’ll just go back to losing myself in a screen
That said, I’m too lazy for that so I won’t.
Maybe.
The time it took to write five-hundred words:07:53:09
I think the speed is decent, but the writing is crap.
Honesty throughout it but I look at this and wonder how I could make it better, and perhaps I couldn’t; not at this moment, anyway.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 