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Hey Blogicians.
It's been a pretty quiet last two days.
Unless you count the continual media tension about Bird Flu.
Having had actual flu for this week and some of the last, I'm feeling ambivalent about it all.
Hannah, the Alec Empire fan that I know invited me round on Thursday Night to co-write a review of the Alec Empire show that I went to.
From that experience I learned a couple of things: first of all, I can compose a sentence with some clarity, and I can spell. Which, as I seem to continually find, puts me head and shoulders above most people in the UK.
Secondly, when it comes to reviews, I am not a co-writing person. I am too much of an Auteur. And I guess I always have been.
There is a page in one of the Transmetropolitan Comics that I have read where Spider Jerusalem satisfies a bet between himself and one of his assistants that his editor can't breathe under water by binding his editor to something heavy at the bottom of a Pond. The last line on the page goes something like 'I'll teach you to rewrite me.'
A rather extreme response, but one I can understand.
On the other hand, anyone who has read this blog would recognise that I do tend to write in a stream of consciousness, and the material would sometimes benefit from a touch of jucious editing.
True, but I'll be the one to rewrite it.
I must still have the flu.
.
.
.
I've been reading more of the Bill Hicks Book. The book about Bill Hicks.
I might have mentioned my gripes previously. That being that half of the hilarity of a Bill Hicks routine was the rhythm and energy of Bill's delivery.
Since the writer seems to have transcribed most of the routines as one long paragraph, the rhythm is pretty much lost.
So reading the routines isn't as funny as hearing them, even more so if you've never heard the routine before.
Ergo I'm now skipping over the transcribed routines and reading interviews and articles which have been included in the book, and I'm making mental notes to try to get my mittens on some proper Bill Hicks CDs.
Yep, that's something that I miss about Band Rehearsals. Between playing songs and arguing over song parts and lyrics, we would sometimes reconvene to Jule's car and listen to the Bill Hicks CDs he had, frequently hurting ourselves laughing.
I'm toying with the idea of going to see Tim Burton's Corpse Bride after this.
Or I might do it tomorrow night.
In terms of going to see stuf I seem to have a busy week next week.
Monday night I think I'll see I Killed the Prom Queen, just because it'll make for an easy show review that fits the criteria for Faster Louder (ie they come from Adelaide, so I can review them). All I'll have to do is talk about their fringes, mention that Crafter is a Vegan AND a Homophobe and talk about the fact that their competently played melodic Death Metal style hardcore with Breakdowns is being played by everyone and their dog right now.
Neato.
26th or 27th Dad arrives in the UK.
29th Strength Through Joy. Old School Industrial fun and they might have the new flyers printed.
30th Happy Birthday to me and rocking out at KMFDM's London show. Groovy.
Other news: the Venetian Snares CD I bought is amazing.
IDM (that's Intelligent Dance Music) can be a pretty dry affair, all self-satisfied earnest assumptions of cool and deliberate inaccessibility because it's like, y'know, electronic, dude.
Not so this CD. To start with the beat programming sounds like a gunfight in a cartoon factory. Drill n Bass (ie Drum n Bass on crack) is usually a vicious and jarring sound. This is more like leprechauns bouncing around on a sampler keyboard in the manner of a classic Disney cartoon than having your face torn off by industrial machinery.
There is a sense of humour that pervades the entire CD. Something spritely and witty, possibly comparable to Mozart at his quirkiest. (yes, I know I just compared a Canadian laptop jockey with Mozart... I'm pretentious, all right?)
I couldn't find it at Virgin when I bought the CD, but the last Venetian Snares album goes under the title 'Winnipeg is a Frozen Shithole'.
And every songtitle is a continuation of the theme established in the album title.
Follow the white rabbit: http://www.venetiansnares.com/
Juvenile? Puerile?
Sometimes, so was Mozart.
In any case, this net cafe just got really noisy. Time for me to leave.
Over and out.
J
It's been a pretty quiet last two days.
Unless you count the continual media tension about Bird Flu.
Having had actual flu for this week and some of the last, I'm feeling ambivalent about it all.
Hannah, the Alec Empire fan that I know invited me round on Thursday Night to co-write a review of the Alec Empire show that I went to.
From that experience I learned a couple of things: first of all, I can compose a sentence with some clarity, and I can spell. Which, as I seem to continually find, puts me head and shoulders above most people in the UK.
Secondly, when it comes to reviews, I am not a co-writing person. I am too much of an Auteur. And I guess I always have been.
There is a page in one of the Transmetropolitan Comics that I have read where Spider Jerusalem satisfies a bet between himself and one of his assistants that his editor can't breathe under water by binding his editor to something heavy at the bottom of a Pond. The last line on the page goes something like 'I'll teach you to rewrite me.'
A rather extreme response, but one I can understand.
On the other hand, anyone who has read this blog would recognise that I do tend to write in a stream of consciousness, and the material would sometimes benefit from a touch of jucious editing.
True, but I'll be the one to rewrite it.
I must still have the flu.
.
.
.
I've been reading more of the Bill Hicks Book. The book about Bill Hicks.
I might have mentioned my gripes previously. That being that half of the hilarity of a Bill Hicks routine was the rhythm and energy of Bill's delivery.
Since the writer seems to have transcribed most of the routines as one long paragraph, the rhythm is pretty much lost.
So reading the routines isn't as funny as hearing them, even more so if you've never heard the routine before.
Ergo I'm now skipping over the transcribed routines and reading interviews and articles which have been included in the book, and I'm making mental notes to try to get my mittens on some proper Bill Hicks CDs.
Yep, that's something that I miss about Band Rehearsals. Between playing songs and arguing over song parts and lyrics, we would sometimes reconvene to Jule's car and listen to the Bill Hicks CDs he had, frequently hurting ourselves laughing.
I'm toying with the idea of going to see Tim Burton's Corpse Bride after this.
Or I might do it tomorrow night.
In terms of going to see stuf I seem to have a busy week next week.
Monday night I think I'll see I Killed the Prom Queen, just because it'll make for an easy show review that fits the criteria for Faster Louder (ie they come from Adelaide, so I can review them). All I'll have to do is talk about their fringes, mention that Crafter is a Vegan AND a Homophobe and talk about the fact that their competently played melodic Death Metal style hardcore with Breakdowns is being played by everyone and their dog right now.
Neato.
26th or 27th Dad arrives in the UK.
29th Strength Through Joy. Old School Industrial fun and they might have the new flyers printed.
30th Happy Birthday to me and rocking out at KMFDM's London show. Groovy.
Other news: the Venetian Snares CD I bought is amazing.
IDM (that's Intelligent Dance Music) can be a pretty dry affair, all self-satisfied earnest assumptions of cool and deliberate inaccessibility because it's like, y'know, electronic, dude.
Not so this CD. To start with the beat programming sounds like a gunfight in a cartoon factory. Drill n Bass (ie Drum n Bass on crack) is usually a vicious and jarring sound. This is more like leprechauns bouncing around on a sampler keyboard in the manner of a classic Disney cartoon than having your face torn off by industrial machinery.
There is a sense of humour that pervades the entire CD. Something spritely and witty, possibly comparable to Mozart at his quirkiest. (yes, I know I just compared a Canadian laptop jockey with Mozart... I'm pretentious, all right?)
I couldn't find it at Virgin when I bought the CD, but the last Venetian Snares album goes under the title 'Winnipeg is a Frozen Shithole'.
And every songtitle is a continuation of the theme established in the album title.
Follow the white rabbit: http://www.venetiansnares.com/
Juvenile? Puerile?
Sometimes, so was Mozart.
In any case, this net cafe just got really noisy. Time for me to leave.
Over and out.
J
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