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Almost Daily – 31/3/07

March 31, 2007

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Four weeks on Monday everything will be over. Well, University will be over. I’m in an essay-oriented state of limbo for the time being, which is acceptable, and with 6’000 words of the 10’000 written, I’m feeling good about it. This weekend I’m turning to Fredric Wertham’s Seduction of the Innocent to explain the grand hammering the comic book industry took in the 50s, before putting it to bed for a couple of weeks as I plough through Modern Film Theory (Film as an artistic vs philosophical discourse), Photography U.S.A. (Mythmaking in Gonzo, the AMMO press book of Hunter Stockton Thompson’s photography) and Movie Music (the diegetic and non-diegetic disctinction).

In other news, the flat hunt continues. This may worry me if we don’t find somewhere in the next two weeks, but I’m quite blase about it at the moment. I also visited the new soungenerator offices, and got a peek at the soon-to-be-relaunched website, both of which are swish, crisp, easy to navigate and terribly cool. Very much looking forward to starting that off properly in May.

I’m no longer heading to ATP, but am heading up the the Bristol comics convention on May 12th and 13th, and the Bestival line-up continues to look brilliant – more announcements coming from that camp this weekend I believe. But in the meantime, the internet continues to happen, so here are some links:

* “The trouble with being human” an essay on ‘liquid modernity’ and relationships

* Resonant Frequency #45 (@ Pitchforkmedia.com) – an editorial about mystery in music

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Almost Daily – 7/2/07

February 7, 2007

Music and Lyrics

The Rakes, last night, were really quite dissappointing. The music was good, the band were good, but the venue is fucking horrible. Tutu’s has the acoustic qualities of a broom cupborad. A broom cupboard filled with awkward shaped walls that makes the sound bounce like an absolute bastard and sound guys who understand the correct level to be “let’s drown the vocalist under a wave of bass and distortion”. As for the audience, after the Jamie T debacle (though, to be fair, I should have seen that coming, and it’s not like I like him anyway), I’m convinced that guitar music is poised to dissappear up its own arsehole for at least another decade. Thugs and bastards to a man, it was like they’d stumbled into Dad’s ‘special cabinet’ and had their first sniff of whisky before running off to fuck a speaker stack. Who starts a mosh pit at anything less than a metal gig? Who does that? Kids at Green day or another nameless emo band, I get that, but who is dull enough (dare I say it, who is White/Middle Class enough) to mosh at a band who sing about going to work? They aren’t exactly asking for a revolution. Po-go-ing I get. ‘Going mad for it’ I get. ACTUALLY moshing?

Anyway, my rage is tempered by things:
1. Yesterday friends and loves secured me various MP3, leaks and torrents that delight me with their range. Neon Bible anyone?
2. The First of Fence Collective’s Picket Fence E Set cam through. Picket Fence is/will be ten CDs released over the next 10 months with a little news-sheet accompanying it. This month E01 is by Rich Amino, DIY recordings under the title (or, at least, I was). It’s pretty, bare and sweet, knocking strips of most of the acoustic shit that’s been radio bound recently.
3. In my presentation yesterday I, successfully, argued that La Jetee is not a film but, in fact, a comic book. I used Scott McCloud’s definition of Sequential Art alongside pages of Phonogram to prove it (arguing that the reader creates a soundtrack for Phonogram via the text). I’m a genius.

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Almost Daily – 6/1/07

January 6, 2007

Threads (1984)

Resoundingly bleak, Threads was probably not the thing to watch as I mope around the house with man-cold. It follows two Sheffield families in the build up to, and fall-out from, nuclear attack. It’s grim viewing today not simply because of the subject matter, but because of some superb casting choices, a fairly tight script and a startlingly graphic portrayl of Nuclear devastation.

I don’t find it troubling today, not in the same way as it must’ve felt to watch it at broadcast. Terrorism is not the mutually assured destruction of the Cold War. What I find most horrific is the numb reaction of the nation to the build-up. An enitre world lies back on comfy chairs, reading distanced reportage and switching TV station. Nothing there has changed twenty years later.

I’ve wondered aloud, but not put into words onscreen, what role the internet really plays in communication. It’s completely inescapable in daily life now. not a tool that can be used, but probably the most important communication function created. But how far do people really delve? My blog reading is limited to authors I like, to criticism that I tend to favour. I don’t know very much about front-line reportage in war-zones, despite the proliferation of such blogs coming from Iraq or Afaghanistan. Yet I consider myself net-savvy, a much wider user than a lot of people I know. So what of the silent majority?

Not to be taken too heavily, I’m just typing this so I can refer back to it.

Besides, it’s exactly that type of article I’m linking two of, found via Neil Gaiman’s blog.

Stewart Lee on comedy…

Terry Jones on the maths of war…