Principles of Geometry: Ize

One listen for this one and it felt like it went by slowly.
I tried to stick to just describing the song and I think I succeeded with that. I didn’t go in with the idea of focusing on just description but it’s what came forward and… yeah.

Principles of Geometry’s “Ize” is from Burn the Land & Boil the Oceans.

I hope you enjoy.

Static air whilst a voice stolidly lists off numbers. The beat enters as does a synth and they remain steady. Perhaps tense. Terse in a sense. The static and numbers disappear as a bass line comes in and the percussion gains a bit of a shuffle. Electronic-sounding vocals say words, or at least imply words.

The tension is a little lesser here, but it remains. It suddenly splits open, however, as the synth launches and oscillates quite rapidly. The bass is thicker, the beat steady and the numbers return. The electronic vocals come in again and seem to warp a little.

There’s space and control here but there’s also a sense of chaos and fullness. It’s a menacing moment and it seems overwhelming.

Soon all drops back and just the electronic vocals and some faint static remain. Then the beat returns with the bass and another synth is there, oscillating with a firm looking forward and a slight sense of success. But then it’s just the bass and percussion left to a meanness that stays direct. The electronic vocals come in once more for a few brief utterances and ti seems all is set to disappear, and it minimalises and stops at the song’s end.

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A Hill Rises From the Plants

There’s something about this scene that feels like somewhere in Australia and somewhere on another continent. It could be the lighting; it could be the vegetation cover; it could be the clouds against the landscape. I’m not sure.

I hope you enjoy.

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Yasunori Mitsuda: Corridors of Time

Two listens for this one which helped a lot as I felt pretty stumped writing this.
“Corridors of Time” is quite straightforward but also perhaps not. Regardless, I think this is a bit of music that stumped me due to too its familiarity. Not yet skilled enough to write about it in a way that captures it in a way that doesn’t feel stilted and messy, I think.

Yasunori Mitsuda’s (光田 康典) “Corridors of Time” (“時の回廊”) is from Chrono Trigger‘s soundtrack, Chrono Trigger Original Sound Version.

I hope you enjoy.

A sense of lofty peace opens before a quick flourish leading to more peaceful sounds, but with more of a sense of the grand and the magical. Otherworldly in a sense. Through the sound there is space and wonderment as percussion continues moving in light layers. A brief rise of something that could be voice or strings and that earlier flourish returns, or at least its origin and it moves along the rhythm and the flow, marking moments that carry on toward a destination.

Another flourish and once more that thing that could be strings or could be voice returns. It is higher and loftier than the other sounds and there is something that seems unreachable about this. There is something that seems highly ideal, and maybe perfect. There is something beautiful about all of this.

The space and sounds continue their interplay onward and they keep carrying the atmosphere as all grows quiet as the song ends.

 

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Tea on the Edge

This was taken whilst working on the same shoot as this photo.
I’m fairly certain the only reason why I took this photo was due to how I was able to frame it as it was aesthetically pleasing to me. Still is.

This is a pretty simple shot, but I think there’s a nice change in textures and colours that I like.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-forty-sixth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Still Life“.

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

Patti is curating this one. The next one is curated by Leya.

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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Principles of Geometry: Zero in the Zenith

I feel I was kind of able to immerse myself in the sounds as I wrote this. I didn’t quite go into the moment but I was almost there.

The song is pretty interesting as it feels minimal, but it’s not… I think. Anyway, this feels more inspired by than it does representative of the song. If you listened to it whilst reading the below you’d probably find it fitting. Maybe not.

Principles of Geometry’s “Zero in the Zenith” is from Burn the Land & Boil the Oceans.

I hope you enjoy.

Sound grows and spread and rises. A calm warmth seems to wash over gently and from it layers of hum rise. Seemingly a dance of precise, muffled sound and all is at ease. All is celebratory, but all is at ease.

A few brief flashes here and there marking out and guiding melody and the motion comes through in pauses. Underneath change comes through the stillness as layers don’t compress upon each other.

The drama is there but it is not verbose. The sounds seem more wanting to not lash and strike, and are happy to keep things low and so they do, even as they fade out as the song ends.

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Sunlight Wakes Near the Path

When I took this photo I was verbally expressing my wonderment at how the sunlight fell across the landscape. This photo doesn’t quite capture the scene as it was, but it gives a good idea, I think.

I hope you enjoy.

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Principles of Geometry: Springed Dodge

Not too sure what to say with this one.
I tried to just write but I couldn’t switch off. I think the result is fine but it doesn’t say enough about the song.

Principles of Geometry’s “Springed Dodge” is from Burn the Land & Boil the Oceans.

I hope you enjoy.

Low. A dawning. Something hums on the horizon and it slowly moves into view, revealing details that seemed impossible.

Suddenly everything is there. A beat pulses away and a sound oscillates in grandiosity. Other keys sounding specifically like piano holds a steadiness and attachment; it anchors.

Suddenly those keys seem to warp and reverse, and soon something akin to voice comes in. It seems mechanical and detached and it sounds almost like words. The sounds continue to seemingly destabilise, but they remain firm. They remain anchored to the beat and the oscillation. The keys keep warping, occasionally extra beat comes in and it all holds grandiosity and drama, but it seems menacing in a way. Still, it doesn’t seem imposing.

Eventually the final beat is struck and the oscillating sound draws out its last moment in stability. The warping has finished and it disappears quickly into the horizon. The beat then returns but at a distance, and something seems to rise and move closer, and it moves rapidly but it suddenly stops as the song ends.

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Nubya Garcia: Source

I was thinking a fair bit about what I was writing early on, but as the song progressed I sort of let go of that. I don’t think that quite came through, but I like the result here. It’s rough; it feels like a sketch, but I think it works in at least capturing some of the song.

Nubya Garcia’s “Source” is from SOURCE.

I hope you enjoy.

Bass steps into a firm strike and the sounds unfurl. The bass remains steady, percussion lively and keys seemingly glistening. A moment of easing back and saxophone moves about, helping smooth the edges whilst taking a firm position.

A slight stepping elsewhere for a moment before the sounds continue their interplay, moving with a grace and ease. Another slight stepping and this new realm holds space and quiet.

Here the instruments seem to have separated, or at least moved away from each other. There is space and there is distance, but they soon move toward each other once more. There was a calm and now a liveliness builds. It continues on and it transforms into something that seems stressed, but maybe it is release.

It’s as though a history is being told and it keeps going, but instead of an explosion it suddenly shifts back to a something calm, but it doesn’t feel awkward. It is gentle and smooth and it makes sense.

In this new space the percussion, bass and piano continue their movement in steps and strides and slides, and some of it floats and some of it walks. Once more there’s a build as the keys continue moving and about and around everything, striking out but never attacking. The percussion bursts gently and seems to pulse whilst the bass keeps itself steady without staying still.

Once the saxophone returns that liveliness dissipates, but not entirely. Seemingly a question is put forward, or maybe it is a statement. It’s not definitive, but the sounds are, and they echo that slight stepping as they close and the song ends.

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SeaLife Park: Trifecta

One listen for this one.

Something that kept popping into my mind when I was writing this was the idea of a candle flame in a dry and dark space. At the same time I was getting imagery of lying in a park along The Sydney Coastal Walk, watching clouds drift out to the ocean. I’m not sure if I captured any of that well as I tried to talk mostly about the instrumentation.

Overall this feels very much like a loose impression of the song, and I think that’s fine.

SeafLifePark’s (aka Sea Life Park; I’m not sure which is correct) “Trifecta” is from SeaLifePark.

I hope you enjoy.

Emptiness and space. Soon guitar comes in and sways back and forth. A lingering hum appears for a moment and stops the moment percussion strikes. Some pause and the hum comes back with the percussion. And disappears.

The guitar dips for a moment before the percussion becomes more steady and vocals murmur words. And percussion disappears again, and comes back again. The guitar stops swaying and prepares to stand firm. The hum returns as something else that moves with the guitar and slightly seems to rise from it, but the space does not fill much and all seems quiet.

The vocals return and the hum softens a little, and soon the vocals disappear and the guitar sways once more. This is a return to the main passage, but there’s a bit more percussion and interplay between sounds.

The guitar lifts once more and grows lively, or at least lively relative to what it was before, and the sounds interact with each other. It seems as though there’s a question being asked and said question is surrounded by uncertainty, but at the same time there’s a strong sense of the relaxed and carefree, but the space creates a thick veil that shifts as required. It’s something warm but also cold, if only a little.

The sounds begin to settle and once more; the implication of nothingness is there, but then guitar and percussion return. They stretch out and echo in peace, waving with prominence and quiet and the implied nothingness becomes clear as its own hum, growing louder and perhaps warmer.

The guitar and percussion move in and out from quiet and loud and echo out on the new hum, and it seems to push on forward and outward, but it’s all gentle and pleasant and calm. It’s warm and relaxing.

Soon the hum stops. The last few notes of guitar curl outward and percussion gently laps at the space as all grows quiet and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1240: The Wheels Keep Turning

Once more I am tired and maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s a bad thing. Maybe it’s just a thing.

I’m tired due to lack of sleep and a bit of running about but that stuff has been good. Maybe not so much the lack of sleep but the running about certainly has been good. It has been productive and hopefully it remains productive.

Still, I feel the need to write more. One of those days where the desire is there but the body isn’t as willing to allow it to happen, or something. That and having stuff I need to get done sooner rather than later.

Stuff I’ve said too many times and am continuing to say, really.

So I sit here and I drift off on currents that are not visible yet felt, but they’re not felt in here so I’m really just drifting on my own ego, trying to work out what it all means as well as what “it” is. I’m trying to work out a lot of things and this is only a small part of the pie, but what is that pie?

I just realised I could write about how the injury I sustained whilst doing a course for uni that wasn’t logged and recorded is having an increasing impact on my life and due to it not being recorded there’s not much I can do in terms of compensation. Of course the impact could be temporary but this bout has been quite prolonged, so thanks for that uni.

Maybe I’ll write about that another time when I can think through the whole thing with a bit less anger, but it’s quite frustrating as I’m trying to get stuff done and there are times when I now have to stop as I end up being physically unable to do things for a bit and it’s frustrating.

But yeah; I might save that one for a full ramble. It’s making me angry right now.

Anyway, the day keeps on drifting and the smallness sets in, and part of me wonders if this really is it and there’s nothing else, but of course there’s plenty. You keep fighting the desire to self-defeat and you keep pushing on, but it gets hard sometimes. It gets hard because the wheels keep spinning but the road doesn’t end and everything changes but you can’t get off the road; you just keep on driving.

So I keep sitting here and hope that something will change and my continual pushing on will lead to some success, but it’s a slog and there’s only so much I can do as the continual push on in the face of adversity and all that crap, you get the idea.

Anyway, I think I’ll wrap this one up here. Let the wheels spin a little longer and maybe the sun will rise, but the sun always rises and the night always finds itself moving away in an endless dance, and we all bear witness.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:35:81

Slow and that’s fine.
Not a good bit of writing, I think, but it’s expressive so it’s likely worth something for that.

Written at home.

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