Sum Big Pink Plz

I couldn't tell you exactly why I'm so obsessed with these guys at the moment.

I mean, yeah, distortion is kick-ass and their alternative crack-smokin' rhythms are nothing short of catchy, but I actually went to the local huge record store who said they were getting A Brief History Of Love in soon and then, get this, I went back in a week and bought it.
This is a big deal for me.
I hardly ever buy CDs.

I was enticed one day when fell asleep blasting the local indie radio station and woke up to 'Dominoes'. There's something so magical about whatever you first notice when waking up from a nap, like little naptime-fairies decided to sprinkle happy-enticement-endorsement-dust on one particular smell or image or, in this case, sound.

I did what any web-sourced diy lover does and downloaded a few tracks. Shuffling these tracks around on the old iTunes a bit, I fell even further in love with the song Velvet.

These arms of mine
Don't mind who they hold
So should I maybe just leave love alone?
You call out my name for the love you need
Which you won't find in me

It's so raw, such a cynical take on love while also self-criticising, it's how we all feel when our relationships don't run as well as we expect them to.

So after a few more keen tracks I decided to go out and buy the album. And with my iPod being broken, this CD has been getting a lot of shuffle in my DISCMAN.

Here's a track not from the album but definitely worth mentioning.

The Big Pink - Stop The World

In blog-making news, I'm waiting for a sunny/free day to take the photos that I imagine for the background.
I'm currently using one from my photography portfolio, which doesn't exactly sum up the themes of this blog.
I love this Underdead baby.

Smell ya later

Faites : To Make.

As the world spins around and humanity spirals in circles making pseudo advancements in psychology, philosophy and technology, I am constantly re-acknowledging that this world is lacking no one in my fields of interest. We have an unbearable number of budding musicians, photographers and writers, each of those careers viewed as childhood fantasies that are only realistically achievable to a small percentage of people who choose to follow these paths.

I used to want to be an actor. I didn't care that there wasn't much money in real acting, or that my private life would always be compromised -- I knew I was a natural and that it was all I ever wanted to do with my life. But when I was about thirteen, I was discouraged. Being young and fresh to the idea of cynicism, I let this statistic of 'impossibility' get to me, and my hope for an ideal life faded.

But as I am now in a position of my life where it's becoming
kind of important to choose where my life will lead, this predicament haunts me again.
All I am really interested in is music and photography (plus the odd webcomic).
The only talents I (think I) have are photography and an ability to form interesting sentences.
The only recognisable achievement that I have made this year is becoming my school's "Token Photojournalist", shooting a number of different live gigs and being published on the front page of my LOCAL NEWSPAPER for my photos from our school talent quest.

I know that there are a lot of music blogs in existence. I follow about 0.8% of them.
But I've decided that I don't care if anyone reads this, or whether it escalates into a phenomenon that I can ACTUALLY make money off.
I need a place to recommend my favourite music and post photos from gigs that I am inevitably going to be shooting next year.

Perhaps you, out there, are actually reading this.
That would be nice.

Enjoy this photo of Chris Martin that I took when they played in Auckland in March.



Enjoy this download of Memory Cassette (it is currently summer where I live, after all).

Memory Cassette - Ghost In The Boombox

I look forward to enjoying each others' company on a frequent basis.