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21.11.05 ||
the best invention of the web
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pandora.com displays the sort of ingenuity and usefulness that makes the internet shine - a true flash of inspiration facilitated perfectly. type in a song or artist and it will create a radio station based around the style of your choice. the perfect tool for discovering new music. consisting of one, astoundingly simple flash console, it is quite possibly one of the handiest things you could find. and all that while staying nicely legal.
a huge thank you to its discoverer, lloyd. i want to kiss you passionately on the mouth.
i'll take this opportunity to throw my blog into disreputable blandness by adding... the dreaded blog-quiz result:
| The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick |  You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!
Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite |
-krring
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13.11.05 ||
the seedy truth of music?
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i hate it when i lose faith in music.
it happens when i listen extensively to pieces that, because of my mood or otherwise, seem to reveal the gruesome, materialistic fact that it all comes down to the manipulation of one scale or another, according to a given chord structure or key. a patch of rushed wallpaper work leaving exposed the frailty of such a restricted medium, it trips that oft-stifled nagging reminder to tell me that - no matter how simple or complex, how many different melodies, how original the structuring - there will always be repetition.
this has been brought on, not always by purely uninteresting artists, but also by those whom i love: led zeppelin, elp, frank zappa and most recently jethro tull. as most will agree, a lot of these are wholly excellent groups to inspire many, and in some cases highly unlikely examples (frank zappa? surely the ultimate liberator! ponder it), but they just have some element that sparks this sentiment within me. it's a relief when this is broken by the likes of jimi hendrix, radiohead and yes.
the latter is particularly a great love of mine because of such an occurrence. at a time when i was in a period of lost faith, yes appeared and i was slapped with such bewildering, new sounds as to stun me. i still derive greatest enjoyment from that album when i picture the biting freshness of that first experience.
it seems peculiar to me that this audial art, rooted in harmony and weighed with structure, has a grip on the emotions of mine and many others' – a majority, i would venture to say – greater than that of visual art, which theoretically has far more freedom at its disposal. this is, i think, due to the association we hold with sound. it is the medium of conversation, and so our greatest emotional link with the world, whereas vision has a purely practical purpose. also, it's probaby true that restriction is the basis of creativity; i need only look past the restriction to once again see the creativity.
-krring
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10.11.05 ||
oh no, pressure...
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i have been informed today that a blog culture has developed in the legion. this means i get to read the ever-enthralling thoughts of my dear friends, but also that my blog is actually read... what an absurd idea. now i have pressure to post regularly and with quality. sorry, in advance, to disappoint.
well, the links are going up in a new blogs panel very soon, for mine and anyone else's convenience.
...stop looking at me...
-krring
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7.11.05 ||
what ho, chaps
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not so long ago was a most enlightening day in my life as i decided with serendipidous spontaneity to subscribe to that most sophisticated recepticle for all things proper and gentlemanly, the chap magazine.
by jove, am i gladdened by such a suitable impulse buy, and surely i must away to continue the spree with the purchase of some well-cut tweed, a peak cap and a fine, long cigarette holder. chin chin!
-krring
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1.11.05 ||
another entrancement
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i've found a newcomer to the very exclusive ranks of those albums that i seriously couldn't put down. previously consisting of dark side of the moon and close to the edge, regina spektor's soviet kitsch is quite different but a similarly tenacious trap for my soul.
her voice is fascinating in the melodies it produces, its modulations between lightness and strength and even its accent, her lyrics are simple but evocative and any accompanying music is suitably minimalist. quirky and exquisite.
-krring
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