Sunday, 15 May 2011

Sunday CD Project

I cheated a little this week. This was Tori's birthday present, I was a bit low on cash. Two birds with one stone and all that.

The New Pornographers – Together
Hurrah for indie folk rock (ish) music! This is the fifth studio album (and most successful yet) from the Canadian 8-piece, and although I love their earlier works (2005's Twin Cinema especially), it's easy to see why this album has done as well as it has.
The album starts with the catchiest cello riff you'll have ever heard in your life. The whole album is littered with cheeky melodies and beautiful harmonies, and even the slower numbers (peculiarly theological 'My Shepherd', for example) still have a forceful powerpop energy that make any of the songs impossible to dislike.
If you're not convinced, the aforementioned cello riff (and proceeding song) is on their homepage in the form of the Youtube video. Splendid.
There you are then. Great album. Go find out why Tori wanted it for her birthday; you won't be disappointed.

j.r.

Friday, 13 May 2011

Age

Today I went to a concert in the music department. A friend of mine had written a piece and was performing it with another of my friends.

In the programmes for departmental concerts at Surrey, the title of the piece and the year it was written are printed, alongside the name of the composer, and their dates of birth (and death, which is applicable most of the time).

The piece my friend wrote was, therefore, dated 2010 and accompanied by his name and "1992-"

1992.

I went to a concert where one of the composers was born two years after me, and was an adult when he wrote it.

I feel old. I know I'm not, but I feel it. In the words of Jeph Jacques, sdjkfbhlsvnasejlkfisaefn.

j.r.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Common courtesy

I just got back from Tesco. In the just-under-ten-minute walk there I bumped into two of my coursemates. In the same walk back I bumped into two of the girls from the flat above mine, and two members of CU. On each meeting, both parties stopped, did all the hello/how are you?/how was your Easter holiday? stuff, said "see you soon" and went on our way.

Literally thirty minutes later, I couldn't tell you what any of them did over their breaks, and I'm going to make the fairly grand assumption that they don't remember what I did either.

This little essay is basically a continuation of that age-old question, "why do English people ask each other how they are when they don't really care?" This is of course a generalisation, but I'm as guilty of it as most. What's more, when people ask me how I am (unless it's a certain person in a certain context), nine times out of ten, I will say something along the lines of "I'm pretty good thanks, how about you?"

In modern conversations, certainly among my generation, we've managed to streamline these mini-conversations to be able to fit into a passing dialogue. This could be anything from,
"Hey mate, how are you?"
"Yeah, good, you?"
"Yeah. Cool, see you."
"See you."
to a slightly less coherent,
"'ight?"
"'ight." (with all the appropriate nods)
So, it's a common courtesy, and that's good, it keeps human interaction going strong, and I'm in favour of that.

However, if the dialogue includes "how was your Easter?" (for example), it makes the conversation too long to have in passing. This is also fine, providing there's something you actually want to talk about with the person (for instance, one of my coursemates and I caught up for a minute or so, and it was good). But here's where it becomes a problem:

One of the people I saw on my little Tesco trip, I know by name, but we're not all that familiar with each other. Said person is very nice, and I'm sure we'd get along in a social situation, so this is meant to be anything personal. What happened was that we'd just stopped, having done the little Easter bit (which had we not stopped, would've involved us walking backwards to say), but then we had an awkward silence before saying "cheers" (I still don't know what for) and parting ways.

And it was awkward. I cringed a little bit when I'd departed.

So why do we do it? Why do we ask a question that we don't really want to know the answer to in more than three syllables? Why do we answer the same question when we can be fairly confident the other party doesn't really care either?

Of course, as I said, there are exceptions, but it seems strange that if common courtesies create awkward moments in conversation, then why do we comply to them? That's not rhetorical; I'd really like to know.

I apologise if that came over as a rant. It may well have done. It was supposed to be more observational than anything else. I'll also clarify that I'm not going to be a douche and refuse to have passing conversations; that's really not what I was trying to say!

j.r.

Sunday CD Project

What's this? It's Sunday and I'm actually posting on-time! Crazy days!

The Daydream Club – Overgrown
I heard this folky duo's 'Neon Love Song' on Tom Robinson's BBC Introducing podcast a week or two ago and was mesmerised by the discordant piano and lulling vocal harmonies. I'll be honest, I've discovered a wealth of new music this week, so I've only actually listened to Overgrown once. However, three songs have been starred on my iTunes library, so it's clear that I obviously like it.
They're an upcoming British band, so I think the least you can do is give this album a go on Spotify or something.

j.r.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Hope for Japan

I know there are dozens of things telling you to give money to Japan for their rebuilding operation, and I imagine that a lot of you are getting to a point of saturated apathy.

However, I am about to tell you to donate some money to the Japan effort! What a hypocrite I am! Seriously though, on the following Bandcamp page, the deal is that you donate upwards of US$5 (which at current rates is £3 or as close as makes no difference) and in return, 36 bands and artists have uploaded one of their songs, which come together to make a nice big compilation with pretty artwork!

Hope For Japan Cover Art

Told you so! And, as if the helping people, pretty artwork, and sheer quantity of music wasn't enough, you can rest assured that the quality of the music is very good; admittedly I'm only on track 3, but all three have been some pretty cool soundscapey ambient post-rock tracks (Explosions In The Sky stylee). And if you're an audiophile like me (which I doubt many of you are), you can download the tracks in lovely lovely better-than-CD-quality FLAC format!

Enough of my ramblings! Go here and buy it:


You have no excuse! If you don't buy it and then I catch you going into Starbucks I will have words!

j.r.

I am a Christian. I'm sorry.

So, I noticed that recently I haven't posted on here for anything except Sunday CDs. This isn't through apathy, but more through having nothing to write about. Anyway, my dear friend @lucytrew posted the following video on her blog earlier, under the title "This is mint" and I sat in stunned silence for 3 minutes and 36 seconds, before stating aloud (to no-one but myself) "That was utterly brilliant".

And I meant it:

(Caution: There are a couple of swears. In my book they are justifiable ones - I might blog about that at some point)

I love it. Huge kudos to this guy for having the guts to stand up and say that stuff at what I think is an Open Mic Night.

Edit: I found a transcription of the poem. I don't own the copyright, so if you want to use it I guess you'll have to ask the author nicely - his contact details are in the Youtube video description:
I am a Christian. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the way that I come across
So fair and faith-friendly and full of myself
Judging your spiritual health by the words that you say
And the way that you dress, and the things that you do
Or maybe just judging you.

I’m sorry for the way that I live my life
So confident of my own beliefs that
I would never even think to think about thinking about yours

I’m sorry for the wars.
Ivory-clad Crusaders mounting steeds and drawing swords
With such a spirit that if The Spirit spoke they wouldn’t hear
But you see the sword of the spirit was not a sword but the Word
And the Word was with God and the Word was God
And they preached this as they marched on the Holy Land
Singing and Praying and Killing and Slaying
And purging and healing and raping and stealing
It’s ironic that they lined there pockets in the name of God
Just like the priests who line their pockets in the name of God
Just like the people that you can’t stand, because they always raise their hand
And spread their faith and hate and judgment in the name of God

I’m sorry that I take God’s name in vain
Or rather I’m sorry that I stain the name of God
Defending my selfish actions as selfless actions pertaining to the will of God

I’m sorry for being intolerant
For trying to talk down to you
For trying to talk over you
For not letting you talk

I’m sorry for not walking the walk
For being a hypocritical critical Christian
Criticising your pagan lifestyle while my lifestyle styles itself
Just like the televangelist’s hair
All slick and sly and slippery
As the silver syllables slide their way into your ear

But see that’s my greatest fear
That the steps I take won’t match the words I speak
So that when I speak all you hear of me
is a weak hypocritical critical Christian
Doing one thing, but saying another
Loving my friend, but hating my brother
It’s a show.

I’m sorry I get drunk on Saturdays
and go to church on Sundays to pray
for my friends who get drunk on Saturdays

And on that note,
I’m sorry for making the Church about the pews and the altar
And the walls and the steeple
Because see the building is not the Church
The Church is the people

I’m sorry that I hate you because you are gay
I’m sorry I condemn you to hell because you are gay
Instead of loving I jump to hatred
Mouth open and tongue preaching
Eyes open but not seeing that you are the same as me
Just a fucking human being

I’m sorry that I only hang out with Christian friends
And we do nice Christian things
Like pot luck dinners and board game nights
While in the night a man beats his girlfriend again
Another homeless man died again
Is this the way that my own crowd has been?
But here I am with the same friends again
But see what I always forget is that Jesus didn’t come
to hang out with the priests and the lords.
No, He hung out with cripples and beggars and whores

Love

I’m sorry for history
For native tribes wiped out in the name of the Church
Lodges burning stomachs churning and yearning for justice
And mothers screaming and pleading
Pleading for the young ones
As they are dragged away to Church schools
Where they were abused
I’m sorry for the way that I refused
To learn your culture
Instead I just came to spread the Gospel
And the Plague

I’m sorry that I stand at the front doors of abortion clinics
Screaming at 15 year old girls as they enter
Instead of waiting at the back door to hug them as they leave

I’m sorry for taking my wars and my faith to your lands
When historically it was on your lands that my faith was born
And in the face of the storm, I realize that
If God is Love and Love is God
Then why are we shooting instead of sharing?
Why are we launching instead of learning?
Why are we warring instead of walking together?
Why are we taking instead of talking together?
Why are we bombing instead of breaking bread together as brothers?

You see I think that God looks down and He’s sad
And from His right hand throne above
Jesus asks where is the Love?
And if it takes will.i.am and Justin Timberlake
Asking that same question for us
To start asking that same question
Then where the fuck are we headed?

So I will take this stage to be my chapel
And this mic my confession booth
And in the presence of God, the few,
and the blessed I confess, that
I am a Christian. I’m sorry.

j.r.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Sunday CD Project

Guys, I am so sorry I suck at deadlines so much. Another digital-only release this week (so not actually a CD, but it was this or nothing):

rude_NHS – A Hundred Sides
It's the debut album from Southampton's one-man DJ-producer-electroking rude_NHS and my oh my is it superb. There's a single glitch track in the middle that I can't say I've enjoyed so far, but I've only listened to it twice, so there's room to be brought round.
The high points for me are the second and final tracks ('Speak To One Another' and 'Van Jealous' respectively), the first of which is a handy revision tool for A-level Music Tech students as it tells you what MIDI stands for so many times that if you can't remember it, you frankly don't deserve the A-level.
The lovely people at Sotones are the only (I think) retailers currently selling the album, so I guess you'd better mosey on over to http://sotones.co.uk/?page_id=1293 and buy it. It's a mere £7 which is a bargain for an album of this calibre. I'm not sure what Sotones' policy is, but I imagine DJs could (and should) use this material in their sets as well.

Edit: Ooh, and great news! It's on Spotify! Hurrah!

j.r.