Thursday, September 29, 2005

the best music ever (pt 1)

Christian Wallumrod Ensemble

Four men slip unassumingly onto the stage. They choose instruments: a piano, a trumpet, a violin and the drums. The piano plays, a note that holds on until it’s just a gentle resonant hum from the instrument. Then the trumpet, blown gently, it makes a noise like the wind, puffing and gusting around us. The violin is softly caressed with the bow: another resonant murmur emerges. The drums are tapped with brushes, the mottled noise of quiet rain emerges soon followed by the bass of thunder. The audience is silent, captivated by this wintry scene, by these men who can make such softness so enveloping and expansive.

Later a crescendo of shrill noise holding on for so long, so so long, as the drummer bows at a symbol, and the squeezebox bellows its note and the violin saws fast and steady and the trumpeter simply whistles. The noise fills up the room, you suck it up too until you’re so full you’re going to burst, then it breaks and you let out a sigh of amazement.

And then scratchy, raspy noises punctuated thrice, just three brief moments and no more, by a violin note and a choral cry from the trumpeter and it’s so beautiful I almost cry.

ecm records

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Milton Keynes

Grey. A lone business man wanders lost, in a daze: how did I get here, what happened in that meeting, where did I leave my car? The footpaths wend their way through car parks, bonnets shimmering unnaturally in the dull light (ten coats of wax on Sunday?). Once in a while an office building juts from between the parked vehicles, cuboid and stark against the sky. Concrete. An underpass, another, and another. Cranes in the distance, the city regenerates and expands itself incessantly. A place of four-wheeled fauna, on foot the streets seem deserted, the pavements great rivers of concrete slab; divorced from the roads, divorced from people, divorced from anything familiar. Desolation.

Periphery. Houses in a row, 60s estates. Small packs of people here. Midday, in the gloom, drinking White Lightning and Tennants Extra. A Happy Shopper, the first sign of life for a long time. Some kids boosting a trailer from a garage. No ties, no briefcases, no offices. Desolation, depression. The cars fly past over the underpass; beneath is nothing.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

what are my skills? (pt 2)

estimating rhubarb mass to 1.5kg.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

september flight #8

september flight #8
Originally uploaded by monkeyinfez.

Monday, September 05, 2005

lots and lots to see and do, not much to say

woah there, september already! time slips. here i am starting to sound old, but it's soooo true what adults used to say to me as a kid... time does speed up, no longer the endless summer afternoons where i could play a computer game for 5 hours and still have time to play outside and eat dinner and read a book and watch telly, how did that work?

but i have been a busy boy, fitted in some quality phd time (when i say 'fitted in' i mean that i go to work everyday, study = work + satisfaction, as opposed to previous job = work + toil + nothing), a trip to estonia and finland (yes and YES), lots of walking and outsideness in the late august sunshine, gardening (by which i actually mean clearing nettles, brambles and rubble), watching the sunset in the rain, xorbing, monkey forest (YESx2), stoke, not replying to emails... well, lots of stuff.

on the creative front there are some exciting developments, i'm working on a photo/music collaboration with my brother, an album cover for bob, a website for becky and some of my own stuff too. naturally none of these are finished yet!


today's links:
amy's shiny new flickr page featuring india, estonia and finland, how very exotic!

matthew herbert's exciting food-industry based music project

si a's latest recommendation

xorbing in stoke