As we start our dissent on the RIVETING collection of question/answer tandems that have epitomized the majority of blogging to date the next on our docket is "When is R.W.A?". Time is in the eye of the beholder (and also Casio watches) and this blog exists when the content is registered by the end user. This blog ceases to exist until you, the reader, have perceived it and it enters your consciousness.......
Sorry y'all, been reading a lot of Nietzsche and thought I'd try to sound smart (I'll leave that to Nancy Grace from now on). The answer to this question is whenever I get around to writing it, which at this point in time appears to be somewhere between 2 and 4 times per week (the lady at the public library has kicked me out mid-post multiple times for eating while on the computer (I always end up getting the chocolate from my Dunkeroos on the keyboard). It may also have something to do with me blasting Waka Flocka Flames on the computer speakers during pre-school story time). I hope to soon save enough money (read: collect enough bottles) to get a Magic Jack and couple it with the fine folks at 3WEB for some free interwebs (56.6K Y'all. 14.4 is for suckers). As mentioned previously, posts will never come at Cal Ripken-esque rate but I think we can shoot for something like Eric Lindros (he didn't play often, but when he did he was good).
Anyways, today I'd like to delve away from the usual bullshit and try to post something with a little more depth (this is the Mariana Trench of posts. No, not that Marianas Trench, who makes Fefe Dobson look like Amy Winehouse). We all know that the internet is a big penis showing contest, both figuratively and literally (I'll stick to the figurative, Peter North has me beat by an inch or two). In the music world that means trying to discover/provide/break new music before anyone else. I'm never going win that battle because I'm too lazy but I do find the odd golden nugget buried in the remains of music's past (It's a lesson that oil and gas taught me - dead dinosaurs = oil = $).
There is a band/artist out of Australia that I caught a couple years back in the soundtrack of a snowboard movie that really grabbed me. His name is Ned Beckley but he has all his music posted on the interwebs under "The Bloom Project" (you can find everything you need here). The first song that grabbed me of Ned's was "Between Spaces". I am a huge fan of DJ Shadow's "Private Press" (really I am a huge fan of most of his music with the exception of the hemhorraging shit ass that is "The Outsider") and I found this reminiscent of DJ Shadow's Blood on the Motorway (Shadow uses Hand Bells! Those have gone unused since Junior High Concerts!). He's utilized multiple softer instrumental pieces and layered them together with a driving drum beat (one of the things that has always drawn me to Shadow's work). It all works brilliantly (including the soft audio sample in the middle - just as Blood in the Motorway did) in allowing the artist to dictate the mood you should be feeling when listening to it. It seems like Ned may also take influence from Australian mates The Avalanches whose sample heavy sound (Does it get any more sample heavy than their album Since I Left You?) is similar.
Every now and then I find myself in a more passive music listening place where I still want the music to take me somewhere but without really actively listening to it. Nine Inch Nails album Ghosts I - IV was great for this, helping guide your consciousness without you necessarily realizing it was taking you somewhere. I think that Ned's music has been successful (in my mind anyway) in the same sense. Don't mistake this for me insinuating it is "background music" because it definitely is not. I'd see it as more analogous to a catamaran; while the primary reason for going on a catamaran is transportation, it's so thoroughly fucking enjoyable that you don't realize that is it's main function (as compared to the public bus, where there is no question). Hopefully this either makes sense or I have so thoroughly confused you that you'll agree just to avoid the possibility of looking stupid.
Might have gotten a little to deep for a Saturday, but it is what it is. Until next time....
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