what?

I can't see the point in Mozart. Of Mozart I can't see the point. The point
of Mozart I can't see. See I can't of Mozart the point. Can't I of Mozart point
the see... I can't see the point of Mozart.
That's not a tune, it's an algorithm. An algorithm in a powdered wig.

- Engleby, Sebastian Faulks

But hey.

...it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short winded elations of men... - man up, nick.
- The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald

distractions

Here is what has been one of the many distractions this week, that has viciously kept me from working with focus and diligence. Not that I mind.

Beirut - Postcards from Italy

First came across it on Hypem.com as a cover that Florence had done of it. Subsequently typed it into Youtube to see what gems it would retrieve for me. Turns out someone had graciously created a mashup of Welchie's cover and the Beirut original. After various Repeats and Play Agains I seem to keep returning to the original, so here it is:

Beirut and Florence & The Machine - Postcards from Italy

The mashup comes a close second:

back from the middle of nowhere

Hot Hot Heat
Disappeared in a flurry of deadline related melodrama and a trip to the desert. No joke. Beautiful place, the desert. I think I might put some pictures in, if I know how, that is.

The Dinosaur Rock
Beautiful view and very cool in the eye of the (tempted to say Tiger, but) dinosaur. Pilgrims used to think this rock was a beast, carved into the rock, a warning from God. But I think it looks rather friendly and amenable.


Five thousand year old structure. No one knows what it was used for, but they found bones inside. This makes it seem pretty obvious that this was, in fact a place of commemoration for the dead, but apparently there must be more to it. Apparently.


Beautiful. Serene. The best kind of blue.


Woke up in the morning (feeling like P Diddy), appreciated the sunrise, and caught this on camera. I could sell this as a postcard, aren't I enterprising?


Sufjan Stevens - Chicago (Adult Contemporary Easy Listening Version)

epic fail + procrastination

The title of this post is a recurring theme in most peoples' lives. And at this point in time, very true in mine.

So I'm testing my techie skills out:

• Emergency Contraception Blues by Bombay Bicycle Club

More Bombay Bicycle Club music on iLike

direction?

Music is probably a good plan. Don't know yet how to put the music onto this, but maybe a tubey clip, if I can master that.

Maybe I can use this to chart my uber playlists of the now. So for today. Or the past couple of days:

Two Door Cinema Club - Undercover Martyn

In the basement, people. You can't but feel slightly elated, no matter how hard you try not to. Magic.

And, she did speak words that could melt in your hands. That's what got me.

Iron & Wine - Boy with a Coin

Out of the Shepherd's Dog. Reminds me of (a boy, with a coin) but also somewhere where there is a beach, but a cold type of pebble beach, not your ordinary fiery sunned beach. Or if it was a a piece of art: painting or a severely photoshopped image, it would be one with a distinct grey/blue hue.

Four Tet - Love Cry

I feel like I should be in the jungle when I hear this. Long and good, for thoughtless times.

Sufjan Stevens - Mistress Witch from McClure

Poignant? Yes, I think so too.

Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress

Loving the rhythm, the full backing, the lyrics. All of it.

Miike Snow - Animal (Mark Ronson Remix)
- "Was that the bleat of a lamb?"

- "Why yes, it was. Problem?"

Perfect for scaring the antisocially unaccepting, musically rigid folk.

First Aid Kit - Tiger Mountain Peasant Song (Fleet Foxes cover)

Sisters, aged 16 and 19, singing and playing in their local forest... (?!) to the camera and the squirrels and to each other. The girl on the right is good.

And so

apparently means 'new line'. Just in case I forget.

This is all I can be bothered to do for now. This is nice. Hopefully this will turn into my own diary of music/moods/playlists. Should be good.

first and probably last

Hello

Having spent a lot of my allocated procrastination time on Hypem.com, I have decided that blogs aren't just for freaks and weird people.

I've left the 'Hello' field blank. I always thought that if I was to write a diary, its purpose would be 1) my own amusement at the end of the year / however long it takes me to physically finish a book and 2) for people to dig up ages and ages later and find that there was once an odd child that roamed the earth for a while, recorded insignificant happenings and promptly forgot to continue writing after a couple of entries. For these reasons I have left it unaddressed. I don't really want to say Hi, me or Hi, public (because, to be honest, who is reading... unless you've found me on Google, bothered to subscribe because this looks oh so promising, and put it on your Google reader or something and have become my (one and only) stalker) Thinking about it now, it is just me reading, hence the waffle up there is completely irrelevant. Weird.

I do suspect I will forget about this after a while, but maybe I will put it to good use. Maybe I'll get very intimate with this inanimate cyber domain and talk about how who did what and who said what to whom and why this person is doing this and which TV shows I'm watching. Maybe not. Maybe I'll invite my friends to read this. Maybe I won't. Maybe in a couple of years. It would be a good gift. Perhaps, for everyone's 21st birthdays, I could include a link for this blog and they could come scour it for their names and go 'oh, hey! I was mentioned'. But that would require them being sufficiently obsessed with me and my opinion, otherwise it would be a pretty crap present.

For now, however, I like it this way, just mine.

PS what if I forget everything that happens? I can hardly remember what I had for lunch... Perhaps this was a good plan after all.