R.I.P

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Touching from a distance, further all the time.

The mentality of Factory Records and Tony Wilson was so fresh; willing to push something new into the forefront of music, because it was new. It’s an ideology, a sound, a scene that has stuck around in some element for twenty years now.

I wish that I could be part of band, or a movement, that was new and wasn’t faddish like indie-rave or something. A new energy that means something, that has a buzz around it; something that hasn’t been transcribed in terms of identity and music before.

It’s sad that this is a near impossible task, to find something new now, without using technology to the max, would take a genius. I feel that the drum & bass/Dubstep movement has replaced the 90’s rave culture – the acceptance of drugs etc. Then the Joy Division/post punk revival we’re kind of seeing now, as it’s the influence of so many bands these days is again like a replacement of the past.

It just seems like something of the time just reinvents something from the previous decade or so ago, and lives off that. We need an image at the head of the scene, pushing it. Guiding it.

I've had to start up a second blog, for a uni assignment, regarding writing online. The topics are pretty dull, but writing practice all the same! Check it out here.

Pointless post.

I don't like to post a picture, or a video, and nothing else, but Javelin are definitely an exception to this. Javelin are an electro/pop-hop duo from somewhere in America. They're funky as hell, they're currently supporting Yeasayer - what could be better?



Back to Sheffield tomorrow; can't be bothered going, can't be doing with staying and having to catch up on uni work.

Stick up for yourself, son.

The new Yeasayer album has finally clicked, they're the coolest band ever. Odd Blood is a nice progression; it's kind of All Our Cymbals' edgier, cooler brother. That sounded right in my head...
Anyway, I hope that they're earlier stuff is appreciated as much as the disco highlights of Odd Blood are at indie nights across the land. When I have money I'm going to see if they have vinyls, that'd make me happy. I want to get some recording equipment and a synth, and make some music as a abit of a side project, it'd be so much fun. Because it would just be me in my flat, it could be any genre, in any key, or whatever, it'd be the best.

Definately Hollow

Too much Joy Division makes you feel bad, and stops you from sleeping. I do hope I never meet the character above me, who loves trance and Dizzee Rascal - Bonkers, far too much. I must admit, even if he was playing my favourite bands, I wouldn't really want to hear it at 2 AM. I want to go on a walk, but it's too cold; I wish I had someone around at times like this.

Acting as though you understand is just putting on a brave face, because noone really does understand anything about themselves or each other, do they?

When do you know you've grown up?

I've realised something this morning, sat in bed, hungover as hell. Maybe it's a negative outlook caused by listening to The Album Leaf (which is actually some of the best music I've listened to this year) but I miss the days when you knew who you're friends were, and they were friends because you saw them so regular, and did loads of stuff together. Now everyone is growing up, getting busy and worrying about practical things, I wonder if they feel a similar emptiness, or it's just me.
It's not even as such a personal loss, it's something you can notice by people always relating to the past, and how good those days were. We all do it, and I can only think that things get less interesting, more and more of the same events occurring, and our days wind down and then we make way for someone else.
It'd be nice to have a particular person I saw a lot of, someone who could put the thought of a bright side into your head. I just see bits and pieces of different people, and it's a discredit to anyone of my friends, I just wish I saw more of them, while we're young enough to live.

looking for a Wall Of Arms.