Theremin Error

This is one of the members of Svntax Error as seen supporting MONO  earlier this year.
I really like the hand shape in this one. I find it striking, which is likely in part due to how the lights highlight them more than anything else. In a way it’s almost as though they’re reaching out from a dim space.

Almost.

This is a sot that I wish I’d shot with a faster shutter speed, but I’m not sure if that would’ve made for a better photo. I feel like this feels more in the moment the way it is and that’s how it should feel. Everything sharper might not have captured that; it may have felt more posed when it’s a lucky shot.

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.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Jesu: Pity / Piety

I wrote the draft roughly a week-and-a-half ago over one listen, mostly to see if I could. I’m fairly certain I paused a few times here and there just to give me time to work out what I was trying to say.

I also wrote the draft over one listen partially due to wanting to have it out of the way. I’d listened to Pity / Piety a few times prior but not actively. It was sitting in the review playlist, it was more recent than some of the stuff and so it was time for it to go.

I think that whilst the former reason is fine, the latter not so much. The draft was pretty full which was great but I think some things would’ve come out better had I written over more than one listen. I think the release is good but I could’ve done a better job of critiquing.

I did the editing over about two hours today. It was mostly comprised of rewording some sentences. I also took out a few as I couldn’t justify them. The review reads much better than the draft, but it might be too long.

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Pity / Piety opens with a humming, floating suggestion of voice. It loops with a tension, likely borne from uncertainty, but it’s not long before it gains a sense of context and it’s not much more time after that where “Pity” fully realises its framing. Guitar rings and drones, bass underscores and percussion stays slow, seemingly fraying and keeping the song as a slow procession.

Justin K Broadrick’s vocals come in and dryly echo, seemingly expressing snippets related to the idea of being at one’s limit, or at least being close to an inability to take on any more. It could be related to frustration of an inability to understand how to help others or an other and the perception of the failure of the self in situations of uncertainty.

Broadrick often relies on brief lines for expression. It’s something he’s quite adept at doing; He gets something across in a direct way (at least, his lyrics feel direct), but leaves room for interpretation. On “Pity” this is no exception. The lyrics hit hard with the music and they intertwine as they sink in. However, as they do there’s something else that comes through. There’s a sadness, but there’s also a vulnerability through openness, and perhaps a sense of hope.

“Pity” does little in terms of changing pattern and instead has its sounds shift in priority. It’s fine; it suits the overall feel of the song as it extends forward. Eventually there is a change in pattern where everything becomes warmer, more fragile and dreamy. The emotional weight remains but there’s now a more overt sense of comfort and relation.

Perhaps here the song expresses the strength to accept and work to overcome one’s shortcomings. Whatever it is, it remains prominent when the vocals return for a brief few lines before they stretch out into an implied eternity. It remains as layers gradually peel away and “Pity” grows increasingly bare.

Eventually percussion returns and repeatedly strikes with an energetic thud. The bass also returns for what seems like a moment of small triumph celebrated in a large way. However, instead of a big moment the song moves back to maximal nakedness for a gentle end.

“Piety” starts in a way that is similar and different to “Pity”. The sound is ambient and almost hymnal, but it seems lighter. It seems more relaxed. Soon it quickly pulls away and the song gets into a thickness that follows the gentle introduction, albeit much heavier. The vocals float within the sounds, the guitar and bass crunch as they compress and loosen, and the percussion matches whilst adding a sense of change.

It’s not long before things suddenly drone out almost into nothingness; It’s not long after that before everything picks back up. There’s a quick slowness as some sounds gently press down whilst one rises through the thickness. A fluttering comes into the noise, percussion fills out and pulls away… it’s almost a moment of realisation but it too doesn’t last too long. Much of the instrumentation stops and leaves a distorted guitar to play on its lonesome.

Soon a smooth pulse appears in the background and it’s here where the weight starts to sink in. Broadrick got the lyrics out of the way early; it doesn’t seem like they’ll return. Now holds on a moment and it almost lasts too long. The guitar pulls back and what remains stretches off and joins the pulse. It’s a moment of pause and perhaps acceptance – it’s difficult to tell – and in it is a mix of lightness and heaviness.

Gradual change comes and the sounds continue their slow movement and once more there’s fragility. Guitar returns proper and rhythmically plays out a peacefulness. Eventually it is all that is there in the space, relaxed and at ease, and it’s here where the “Piety” could end but bass – or at least an implication of bass – returns, reshaping the moment into something else.

Dreaminess grows in the background; it seems odd but it’s pleasant enough. Eventually the dreaminess leaves the pulse on its own as a fading moment. As it lingers what could be a voice briefly appears and gently echoes out. The song then moves to silence.

“Piety” is interesting in how it develops. It gets a lot of its overt heaviness out of the way early and shifts into an ambient exploration. It works in terms of allowing emotion to sink in through minimalism. However, like “Pity” (albeit to a lesser degree) at times it seems like there was difficulty in finding direction. It drags hard in places, risking breaking its own spell as it seemingly searches for the next thing. It’s unfortunate as what the song does it does quite effectively, but only up to a point.

For some reason parts of Pity / Piety remind me of Heart Ache and Sundown / Sunrise. Maybe those were influential to this release. Perhaps the three function as parts of a specific theme. Regardless, this is its own thing and it’s not afraid of embracing length; sometimes to its detriment. That said, there’s some beautiful and effective stuff. It’s moving when it needs to be; it’s direct when it needs to be. It’s a bit rough in some places but it carries and captures atmosphere and mood well.

Pity / Piety is available here.

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Hiroshi Yamaguchi & Masami Ueda: Waka’s Promenade ~ Playing with Waka

This was the song I was listening to when I wrote the previous post.
Something about its energy made me want to see if I could write about it. I think I was successful at first but it’s clear I hit a wall as the song went on. I was getting through that toward the end which wasn’t soon enough; I think it’s pretty clear where I started to drag and pick back up and so a good portion of this reads like a struggle, and not in the way that represents the song well.

Hiroshi Yamaguchi (山口裕史) and Masami Ueda’s (上田 雅美) “Waka’s Promenade ~ Playing with Waka” (“ウシワカ演舞~ウシワカと遊ぶ”) is from Ōkami Original Soundtrack, the soundtrack for Clover Studios’ Ōkami, a lovingly-crafted game. The soundtrack was composed by a few different people and the aim was (as far as I am aware) to create something that fit the setting quite well. If so then it was successful; the soundtrack fits the game’s aesthetic and atmosphere quite well.

I hope you enjoy.

Percussion strikes and rolls in a steady, almost furious rhythm. Voices and strings call out and dance along the beat and suddenly it all halts in a bloom.

The beat shifts and remains furious; it strikes out as woodwind moves along it at a steady pace. Soon a few louder strikes and the realm shifts to one of a different kind of intensity. Strings now dance upon the beat, then it shifts to something akin to woodwind which seems to move with a greater liveliness and passion.

Another shift, a bit of a pause of sorts even though everything continues. Eventually brass becomes apparent and it marks and deepens the sounds. It does not last too long and the sounds all return to woodwind’s first motion.

Gliding and moving along the beat into that different kind of intensity and the strings and woodwind switch when required. There is uncertainty here. There is passion and intensity and it lasts as the beats become spaced and return to when the brass was there. The brass reaches from a distance and it deepens the sound. It continues on, striking and pushing that energy forward and outward.

The woodwind moves once more. The woodwind glides and crests upon the beat as all thrust forward, unwavering in their movement. The strings return and the strings dance, and the woodwind dances and the motion is almost being traded. The focus shifts but the energy remains the same. It travels through the sounds and the brass has focus once more now, but it becomes apparent that the brass was already in parts outside of its main focus.

The sounds continue their intense back and forth. They continue in contrasts and they remain impassioned as they fade out and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1243: A bit of That Early Afternoon Rambling

I am trying to relax a little, or I was until I decided that it was time to stop faffing about and time to start getting stuff done. That said, the music that I have playing right now is perhaps a little too dramatic for what I want to be doing. Oh well.

Sometimes you just want to ease into things, even if you are going “enough is enough”, but sometimes you just launch into them anyway.

So I’m sitting here and I’m writing this but I’m not sure if this is the best thing I could be doing. It is a start and a start is good, but still, there are so many other things I could be doing, such as editing reviews, which I will be doing soon; I just need to crap on a bit first.

Maybe I’ll do some more music writing and maybe once the grass grows so high that I can no longer see outside the window I’ll crap on a bit more and then spin around for a while.

There is a whole day outside and it is something that I should be experiencing, but for now I am sitting here and going on about things that matter not as much as I would like for them to matter, but that’s okay. That’s fine.

The pain in my hand starts spreading out and I can’t help but wonder if it is brought on in part by the keyboard of my laptop, as I’ve never found this one the most comfortable or ergonomic. It could also be based on how I type, in which I sue four fingers rather than eight and the thumbs. I think that at some point I need to relearn how to type as this is not the most effective way of doing it. It has gotten me about for quite a long time but I recognise the need to change, and perhaps sooner rather than later.

Sometimes I wonder about how long it would take for the grass to grow so long that it would cover the window but I won’t be in this house long enough to find out. Soon my partner and I will move and in moving we’ll have a new frame of reference outside whatever windows we have. We’ll have old views and we’ll have old opportunities and that’s okay, so long as we’re not having to fight our real estate to get damage fixed.

I think that’s all I have for right now but I’m going to do a bit more crapping on. I think I should definitely go outside today. I spend too much time inside and there’s a whole world out there. I need to do more walking; there are things that I still want to do. I’m restless but I also need to sit down, but I can’t sit down for too long; I’ll just want to get back up again and go back to wandering about and seeing the world.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:13:86

Toward the end I felt as though I should have kept going. However, I needed to stop due to hand pain. Bit of a shame but I’d also rather stop and not overextend. That said, this took a bit of time to get started, so to speak.

Written at home.

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Drawing Zoom Away

This was taken as a test shot for something I recently worked on.
I was trying to see if a particular effect would work and it worked here. Apparently I forgot to try it during the performance.

Anyway, I like how this turned out. I can’t quite explain why; I think it’s due to the overlay of lines upon the musicians, as well as how it affects the floor’s appearance.

I hope you enjoy.

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Dub Trio: Noise

I feel like what I did here was engage in an exercise of trying to keep up rather than covering the song. The writing covers it well enough, but it could say so much more. It likely has to do with my unfamiliarity, but at the same time I think that, had I known the song better I would’ve been thinking about what to write too much.

Dub Trio’s “Noise” is from IV.

I hope you enjoy.

Sounds pummel and stop and a guitar seems to crest and screech and slowly fray and fade. Suddenly it is cut and a high pitched buzz rings out. Then groove comes in and strikes angles.

Light guitar before more grooving and angled striking, chugging and thrashing. Another pulse of noise and it’s brief and the guitar squeals as percussion and bass pound away before moving into a frenetic state before halting once more.

Something seems to be sawed and all that is left is murmured sound before the instruments rise again. More pounding away, a seeming meanness from sounds firmly locked into each other. There’s a slight release and a slight more looseness before a few more sudden strikes, though not as full as before and soon after the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1242: The Light and the Place it Could not Touch

Somewhere frozen and warm is a place where no light can touch as the light does not have hands and we’re not going to use the metaphorical or symbolic here, for now is the time of the blandest story of all time.

Anyway, the light could not touch this place and so all the light could do is watch whatever happened there. It tried to reach out but its ack of limbs and controllable articulation meant that it had no choice other than to be frustrated, assuming the light could be frustrated at all.

The place was quite happy about this as it found the light to be really fucking annoying and so it went about its business, greeting the people, or it would if it had a mouth and was able to talk. Of course this is assuming that it had any thoughts at all. Really I’m just giving some things some personification, but that’s not something I’m going to discuss as it doesn’t make sense to right now.

Anyway, the place got on with its life and it remained quite happy that the light was unable to touch it. It enjoyed the fact that the light had no limbs and it enjoyed the fact that it was always t here and yet always at a distance. The light did not enjoy this and so wanted to complain to whomever it could, but having no mouth the light was unable to complain to anyone.

One was there, frustrated, whilst the other was quite joyous. Why did the place the light could not touch enjoy this? I cannot say. Perhaps there was a bad customer interaction at some point and that had a negative impact on it and that customer was the light, though of course this is assuming that they once had lives that were different to their current states of existence. I doubt they did, but maybe they did.

Anyway, if they did then the light was an annoying customer that wouldn’t fuck off and leave the place alone. It would continue to ask questions it already knew the answer to, try to get specials that had ended and complain about there not being enough of what they wanted, in part due to buying all the stock in that particular place and refusing to go a few stores over to get some more.

So the place was happy to have the light at a sense of distance, unable to be as present as it wanted to be. It rejoiced and it reveled in this but the light would have the last laugh.

The light was from the sun and eventually the sun would start expanding, consuming all and leaving nothing behind. It would finally take vengeance on its being held back, even though there was no vengeance to be had, but it could not accept responsibility for its own actions or lack thereof and so it engulfed all it could in the name of getting an expired promotion.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:54:08

This is absolutely silly trash. However, there is some meaning in it. Maybe some annoyance too.

Written at home.

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Two for the Audience

This was taken when I photographed Crooked Colours at The Enmore. Kayex was one of the support acts and I felt their performance was a bit lacking. Various reasons why I won’t get into here, but the audience was enjoying them and that’s what counts at the end of the day.

In looking at this photo I’ve just realised that I’ve managed to make The Enmore look smaller than it is, which is kind of interesting. In part I think it’s due to how the main light frames Kayex and the audience. There’s a lot of dark and not much detail so everything looks more enclosed, I think.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-forty-seventh Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Backlit”.

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

Leya is curating this one. Sofia is curating the next one and the theme has been pre-announced as “Mood”.

The challenges are fun to engage with. The themes are specific enough to keep some focus whilst loose enough to allow room for interpretation. I recommend participating as it’s a fun community to be engaged with and it’s a good way to focus on subject. If you don’t participate, you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 202: A Cold Day for Thoughts

It’s a cold day but something is warming up and so I guess I need to say a few things, or at least think a few things as the warmth warms up.

It’s not a good warmth, though maybe it is, but that has nothing to do with anything right now… at least in terms of this bit of writing.

Right now I’m listening to some music, so it’s pretty much what I do most of the time, so nothing new there, but I’m thinking about what we do with our time and how we spend our lives and all that stuff, and I can’t help but wonder as to how much time we should spend not doing anything. That said, I also wonder as to all the metaphorical walls we have that prevent us from doing things, such as burnout.

We spend so much time doing nothing and sometimes that’s great, but sometimes it’s not. Should we be more productive in terms of creating things with meaning? Is it okay to engage in the meaningless and waste time? What should we be doing with our time? Who defines what is meaningful and meaningless?

To be honest, I don’t think about these questions enough, but I can’t deny that there’s a good chance that I’m still driven by them to some extent. I’m sure part of it is also fear of not doing much and not achieving anything, but you know… well, it’s a mix of things, I guess.

Of course there’s the desire to do things that mixes with the fear ad all that other stuff, but you get the idea.

So I sit here and I wonder as to what I’m doing with my life. I’m wondering as to how much of what I’m doing has meaning. The job is merely okay; it’s not enough money but it helps me survive, at least physically. It also ends up taking a lot of time, and that’s not just at work. It consumes more of the day than any job should and it lingers on once it is over, moving through and sapping me of my energy and all that other stuff.

It would be good to just quit and do what I want but I’d need to be able to make more money from what I want to do. A long pipe dream at the moment, but slowly getting through. Maybe too slowly, but getting there.

So part of the reason why I’m raising some of this is right now I’m listening to Gift Of Gab and I find there’s something very emotional about a lot of what he did. There’s his skill as a rapper which I quite appreciate; not just in terms of technical, but also in terms of expression. He knew how to balance the technical against the emotional to get what he wanted to get across.

I’ve read that he was quite exploratory and looking to learn in order to better understand life. I can hear that come through in his music, and I can’t help but wonder if he set out to work on things that were meaningful beyond the personal. It’s quite possible that he did at times, or at least created what was personally meaningful to him with the confidence that it would reach other people somewhere out there at some point in time.

Should we strive to create the meaningful on a personal level, or should we do something that’s meaningful for others? When should we do these things and when is doing so too much, if that is even possible?

How do we measure what is not enough?

I have a lot of questions about these things.

I think that, at least on some level we should try to live a meaningful life. I also strongly think that we should try and make things better where we can, and not just for us but for others too.

I also think a lot of thing and these are only two of the things that I think.

So I’m listening to the last song of Finding Inspiration Somehow, which, as far as I’m aware, is currently the most recent album released under Gift of Gab’s name, and I wonder as to how much of it was completed before his passing. I wonder if I’m meant to hear the album just as an alum, or if I’m meant to hear it as something related to Gift of Gab passing. I think that it can be difficult to approach the album on its own terms and maybe that’s okay, but I also think that it’s unfair not to.

I can only speak for myself here; I feel that it’s meant to be experienced on its own terms, or at least not in relation to Gift of Gab passing.

I wonder if Gift of Gab ever got to a point where he was content with an idea of understanding the world around him as well as understanding at least a meaning of life.

I wonder if I will ever get to that point.

Maybe I’m getting hung up on the wrong things and should start focusing elsewhere, but I do feel we can do much better to make the world a better place. We can do more to add a bit of beauty and joy, and a whole lot of things and I think we should try to keep on learning and understanding. There’s so much we don’t know. To think we do is foolish. If we had enough time we’d be able to know everything, but we don’t and that’s good in a way as it makes us strive for more.

That said, maybe we need some meaninglessness on the odd occasion. It can’t be the worst thing in the world. Of course, all things in balance. We should keep learning and growing. We also need downtime, but we should make sure others get that too. Life is fleeting and too many people suffer.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 20:23:23

Yesterday I was listening to Gift of Gab’s Finding Inspiration Somehow which led to a strong desire to write about him, or more specifically the music he’d been part of and what it made me think and feel. Didn’t do that and kind of forgot about it until I was listening to the album again today whilst writing this ramble.

I don’t think I did Gab justice here and in a way the ramble comes off as a clumsy interweaving of writing about him and writing about something else. I think there’s an intent to try and better understand an artist and take influence from them, but I think this could’ve used much better wording.

Written at home.

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A Poem About Mixing Sound

Sometimes when I write I wonder if I really have anything to say. I probably don’t; at least, not at this point and so sometimes I write stuff like the below which is more about imagery than it is meaning… I think.

Something like this would work so much better if written by someone with more skill. What I’ve churned out here is clunky. Still, it gets something across.

I hope you enjoy.

Rain falls in a mesh of sound
The sound inside meets the mesh
They walk alongside each other
And spend time in disagreement

One sound is enjoyed
As is the other
And they blend together
In a state of disharmony

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