Portishead

Portishead - Chase The Tear from Mintonfilm on Vimeo.

November

I’m taking a shortcut through a church carpark, it’s the first Saturday of November. Lots of nice cars outside, their owners all inside praying for the status quo to spare them, for the half baked form of our economy to return, ‘we’re sorry, we won't do anything stupid ever again, just bring back the fake success’. People think of shockingly unremarkable ways to live up to expectations when the expectations themselves are so dull in the first place. It only adds to the revulsion I feel. Nah, I’m never going to be able keep up with this even if I wanted to. At least it might make life interesting rather than trying to live out my own variation on a theme. If life is music, then half the world is playing in coverbands. Coldplay coverbands. Eerh.

Burial on a windfarm

snst n th wy hme ths 'vnng

&

Halves

Idyll

No insights really since the last time and nothing profound to say apart from blabber on about what I'm listening to at the moment and that would be this here below :

Joanna Newsom and the Ys Street Band EP

Neu! - Neu! '75
George Harrison - All things must pass
Japandroids - Post-nothing
Tortoise - Beacons of ancestorship

Molton vs The Blundertaker

I got an email from a local funeral director this morning with a copy of their brochure. It may have been a mistake on their part but I couldnt resist replying to cheer myself up. 
All photos from their classy brochure.
Mmmm. make mine a Mellifont..

Hi Kate, 

Not sure if you sent this sent to the right address, unless you know something I don't or its just cold call advertising (pun very much intended).

Anyways I had a look through the brochure and the whole 'autumn of life' melancholia hits the spot. However, I would suggest next years brochure has that extra bit of oomph, perhaps a nice pan pipe version of 'the living years' by Mike and the Mechanics playing when you open it up. This would help with the sale of the more expensive crokeboxes. I call it the guilt push.

Perhaps having a coffin around the house 'just in case' has become de rigueur for the increasingly credit disenfranchised middle classes. I guess that in this crazy mixed up world the only certainties we have are birth, death and taxes (well, in fairness we've always had them but it makes you sound really wry if you say it in conversation again). So I can see why people would be thinking 'lets have a coffin that can double as a conversation piece coffee table - eg. Honey, Where's the sky remote?...I left it on the Memento mori darrrrlin'! 

Right, I'm nearly done now but half way through the second paragraph, I was struck by the crushing implications of my own morality so well done there but I do think I'd better get a quote off you to make me feel in some way that I've prepared for my doom.
 I would like a quote on what I can expect to pay for the finest hickorywood coffin, with really rusty hinges that make as much noise as possible when opened. On the side i would like bas relief woodcutting of the second-last supper, (the one where they ordered thai food) and of course a wireless alarm for me to press in case I'm mistakenly buried during a deep sleep. I bet it's happened more than once but ye keep it under wraps, eh? - speaking of which I'd also like to be mummified.

Anyways have a lovely day and don't be so weird. xx molty.

Playlist April 09

  April Tunes  

  1 . Guided By Voices : Earthquake glue

  2 . Massive Attack : 100th window

3 . Various : Anthology of American folk music

4 . Colleen : Everyone alive wants answers 

  5 . Karen Dalton : In my own time.

interesting

SCINTILLATION from Xavier Chassaing on Vimeo.

erk

music cloud

Culture - Harder than the rest 

Halves - Haunt me when I'm drowsy

Brian Eno - shutov assembly & ambient 4/on land

Delroy Wilson - good all over

Neil Young - On the beach

Bob Dylan - New Morning

Bad Brains - Bad Brains

Dmitri Shostakovich  - misc

Tir na NOOB

I write things like this down to distract myself from the other things that are a-gnawing me. I remember where i grew up the local radio station seemed to do nothing else all day except play advertisements; usually a blast of some funky muzak followed by one of the station dj's rambling on about whatever local business needed hyping up. Anyways in my own little magic world, the radio station blasts out stuff like the below all the time....

as always 'scuse spelling and grammar. and grandpa too.

Come see our Stunning Onions, Whispering Carrots...our cabbages are lost to history and our 

beetroot will leave you speechless. Its moltons world of vegetables. 14 Squat Street, 

Mullingar.

Are you dead yet! Are you dead yet! A'Course your not dead yet!! but you sure could use a 

haircut! Get one at the artist formally known as prince barbers. Peter Cushing memorial 

plaza, mullingar 

Step over backwards into the future, aint you got a pet to neuter?, you might be the swot, 

at the head of the class but oh no!! your doggy scratch-drags his ass! - 

bring them all down to your local vet...and who's your local vet? Why, its Dr Klaaus 

Belfsaber on paradox alley mullingar

YOUR LOCAL TD, SATURN McMANUS WILL BE HOLDING A CLINIC IN THE TOWN PYRAMID AT THE FOLLOWING DATES....*tomorrow*.....PLEASE BRING ANY LOCAL ISSUES AND WHATEVER SMALL GIFTS YOU CAN AFFORD FOR BURNING IN THE VOTIVE FIRE BY MID DAY.

This week in the tesco headshop we totally has the gear that gonna get you loaded for the weekend yea? special deals include 2 for 1 on bongs, free vics inhaler with every bag of sno blow to keep that feeling of having just snorted vaporub lasting all night long and you'll be seeing double clubcard points if you buy from our value salvia range...you dont get the extra points but...yea, you know yourself. Tesco headshops..every little helps.

ITS THE NEW YEAR...AND YOU'RE A WOMAN! ITS TIME TO TAKE THE LEAP OF FAT AND HEAD ON OVER TO EAGER BEAVERS GYM. HERE AT EAGER BEAVERS GYM WE'RE SET UP ON THE OUTSIDE OF TOWN SO THE ONLY PEOPLE YOU'LL MEET ARE OTHER INSECURE WOMEN JUST LIKE YOU! WE GOT SOME BOXES TO STAND UP AND DOWN ON IF YOU WANT AND A HIFI WITH BANANARAMA TAPES BECAUSE WE KNOW THEY WERE THE BAND THAT FINALLY MADE YOU REALIZE YOU WERE GETTING TOO OLD TO KEEP UP BECAUSE YOU WERE NOTHING SPECIAL AND SOON YOU'D JUST END UP STEPPING ON WHATEVER FATE HAD SHIT OUT BEHIND IT ON THE PAVEMENT AND LET IT OOZE INTO EVERY CREVICE AND OVERWHELM YOU WITH ITS GROWING STENCH OVER THE YEARS UNTIL YOU FIND YOURSELF WAKING EACH MORNING AND KILLING OFF THE HOPE OF THE WARM SUN SHINING IN THE WINDOW BY TELLING YOURSELF THAT IT DOES NOT MATTER TO YOU BECAUSE YOU HAD NOTHING TO WAKE FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE. SO COME AND MOVE ABOUT FOR A WHILE AND GENERALLY GET TO FEEL BETTER BECAUSE HEY, ITS ALL IN YOUR MIND. DON'T FORGET TO BRrrrrrrING MONEY!.

CHOONS

After a horrific accident during Christmas i lost all me music so the boring process of rebuilding it has begun in earnest. Thus as a mark of me progress so far this post contains a few of them mixed together, I could be really clever and call it the steve austin megamix or something but who cares.

LISTEN

the rules

• 60 - 90 BPM Hip Hop and Dub
• 90 - 120 BPM Faster Hip Hop and Big Beats/"Trip Hop"
• 120 - 135 BPM House
• 135 - 155 BPM Techno
• 155 - 180 BPM Drum n Bass / Jungle
• 180 - ++ BPM Hardcore Gabba and beyond    

idea for an art installation

you get a large field, ideally on the side of a montain or something. then you get a large number of sheep, ideally 300ish. On each of these sheep you write a word, words that allow themselves to be combined rationally, nothing unusual. There can be trickery, for example if a mother sheep is there with two lambs, the words those three have can resemble that relationship or contradict it. Anyways you write words on all these sheep then you let them roam free and people visiting the installation are given a pen and paper on a clipboard or something and allowed to wander among them writing down the phrases that they see forming. in the end, these are gathered and a novel or poem or someting is made from them.

this is creative commonzed.
give it a go.

working title is

the ewe-ching.