Saltillo - I Hate You
The Pancake Repairman's channel over on Youtube is worth a little peek if you enjoy watching snippets of old films cut to ambient post-rocky type music.
Aspidistrafly - Porcelain Sky Wink
Showing posts with label Contemporary classical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contemporary classical. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The storm is gathering
I cycle home at dusk and watch the trace of a moon grow a little each day in the sky. I rummage in my backpack and pull out jumpers and scarves like intestines. I am feeling for an old camera, I found it buried in a corner of our rickety house not long ago, halfway through a film. It's almost time to develop it.
I take a photo of the sky. Three more skies to go.
I found a couple of other cameras too, one belonging to someone lost. A treasure. I cross my fingers and hope for a photo of them on the film. I know there won't be any -no one else understood how to operate that clunky contraption so they were always the photographer, rarely the subject- but i'm excited. I'm impatient. I want to see the scenes that were snapped and forgotten -a glimpse of what their eyes saw and wanted to remember. But there is trepidation too. I put the camera aside, I don't want to rush it.
I take a photo of the sky. Three more skies to go.
I found a couple of other cameras too, one belonging to someone lost. A treasure. I cross my fingers and hope for a photo of them on the film. I know there won't be any -no one else understood how to operate that clunky contraption so they were always the photographer, rarely the subject- but i'm excited. I'm impatient. I want to see the scenes that were snapped and forgotten -a glimpse of what their eyes saw and wanted to remember. But there is trepidation too. I put the camera aside, I don't want to rush it.
Adam Hurst - Unseen
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Monsters, retreat
I don't think London will be sleeping well tonight. Or Liverpool. Or Birmingham. Not while there is looting and burning still spreading.
Stop breeding, moron people, there are too many of you. You are not owed any of these nice things. No-one is owed expensive trainers or TVs.
Sure, it's a tough time to be young. But in the midst of other world riots, our one seems sorta dumb, it doesn't quite add up.. Kids partying amidst violence, grown up sucked into consumerism, wanting new goods, wanting them immediately, thinking they're invincible, that they've nothing to lose. And now everyone's trying to work out who's failed these kids -the government, their families, gang culture, themselves, the whole city? It's all gone a bit awry.
I've been listening to some music that might be soothing enough to send the city to sleep, although it sounds fitting for a war / apocalyptic scene.. Here's a piece by Israeli composer Oded Zehavi: A pirate love song
Tis astoundingly beautiful.
Stop breeding, moron people, there are too many of you. You are not owed any of these nice things. No-one is owed expensive trainers or TVs.
Sure, it's a tough time to be young. But in the midst of other world riots, our one seems sorta dumb, it doesn't quite add up.. Kids partying amidst violence, grown up sucked into consumerism, wanting new goods, wanting them immediately, thinking they're invincible, that they've nothing to lose. And now everyone's trying to work out who's failed these kids -the government, their families, gang culture, themselves, the whole city? It's all gone a bit awry.
I've been listening to some music that might be soothing enough to send the city to sleep, although it sounds fitting for a war / apocalyptic scene.. Here's a piece by Israeli composer Oded Zehavi: A pirate love song
Tis astoundingly beautiful.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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