Saturday, July 31, 2010

Song of the Week


















Picture: Japanther at Waterloo Park, March 21 2009

Super Loser - Japanther

What a cake of a song! Honestly, its so thick you could eat it. Im satified with this piece because naturally I want nothing more from it. It has consistency, wierd hypnotic effects, distortion and a driving beat that will have you jumping down the street kicking down letter boxs.



Thursday, July 29, 2010

Shortage on money


There are certain things that I want, maybe I am selfish but I don't mind working to achieve these things accept that there are rediculous obstacles in my way and sometimes I wonder whether something so absurd could happen in an instance of finding a job.. and there was.

Last week I applied for a job at The Pancake Parlour. You know the one, with the huge gimmick that's been the label for that business since before I was born. If you see an add with a trumpet jingle, a monkey holding a phone. That's the one. It's abit coincidental as the story I'm about to tell you involves as much stupidity and absurdity combined you wonder why I got denied from this job. Crazy people live there, with wierd morals and their own definitions of what is professional.

I handed in a resume and did an online application for a casual/ part time job there...

A week later Im sitting in my friends car and he is telling me that one of his friends saw me hand in my resume to a worker there and by the way this conversation was going, a look of amusement creeps across my friends face and the words that he will announce are just honey to his ears. He tells me the worker handed it to the Manager there and the guy disapproved of the resume because I handed it in an envelope.
"Very unprofessional". What is unprofessional about handing a resume in a letter? Ask the monkey with the telephone behind the desk or the Giraffe waiting tables.

Aside from that.. I do enjoy the food there. Love pancakes. Next time I'll order a 5 stack with extra ice cream and chocolate sauce and get the manager to do a little dance for me.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Vintage Violence


John Cale's Vintage Violence was his first solo album released in 1970. It is the sort of album that you listen to after a hard day at work. You go to your car and put on the cd and everything is complete for the day.
One of things that I adore about this album is that the tracks are 'kind of' country but then again at its time, the poppy and rock n' roll side to it stays aswell. By listening to this album you can see the importance of John Cale's role in The Velvet Underground. You see without his intellect for Pop/rock structure, whether it be intentional or unintentional in his songwriting, his influence on The Velvet Underground was phenomenal and made songs which swung both directions on the mood pendulum. Having his Violin skills, he courted a really depressive feel to "Venus in Furs". Yet with their other songs like "Who loves the sun" and "Sunday Morning" he could definately swing it back for the people who need cheering up.

His husky yet sonorous voice leads me out to the clouds where I could die peacefully basking in the sunlight forever. Truly..
"Cleo" is a song I just purely enjoy for the influence of soul music on the guitars and keys especially. With it's high emphasis on rhythm, its fairly simple. Lyrics are quite easy to pick up but its just totally listenable. It would have your whole family dancing to the beat.
The best track on the album I would have to say is "Amsterdam". It's just John Cale and a guitar but how his sorrow connects with me. I feel like I'm in some poor movie theatre watching a documentary that doesn't interest me at all. The depressed make such good songs sometimes. It also reminds me of my songwriting which in a way gives me hope for my musical career. If Im abit like John Cale, I cant be too bad.

Im outta here.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Hi there..


So Ive got a blog now.. Here is a poem to start this shit off..

Big Bears
I stare through the thick haze of my front window.
Its a meaty sight, Im on top of a giant bear I squeak to myself.
Im speeding along, pretending I can beat the hightrees and the mountains
but my thoughts are boundless, restricting, and I dream of the things I did on the shores as I get deeper into forest..