This was supposed to go up yesterday folks! Sorry about that, my mind has been elsewhere... The flowers have begun to bloom and I haven't touched my tattered winter coat all week! No real song explanation here, I've just been listening to alot of instrumentals lately. There's something nice - to me at least - about having no words in a song. Hope you had a great week/ weekend.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Here's a little peak at what I've been hinting at for the past few weeks. I'M STARTING A WEBCOMIC WITH MY BEST FRIEND! I have no idea if it'll ever be any good or if people will look forward to reading it, but now you can see some cool words accompanied by my crappy drawings. Below was our first post, kinda a dry run, but I hope to do more. I really rushed on these so the quality isn't that great, but hopefully the others are better. The site is still under construction I can't make any promises but I'd like to add a link sometime next month. Posts will go up twice a month. phew that's a mouthful!
here it is...
The old farmhouse squatted among the fallow fields, dilapidated, creaking in the wind which blew in from the North. Old buildings, however, can be surprising – a fact which its sole occupant knew all too well, when she had discovered a bunker filled with useful things: old boxes of canned food, a shelf of the very best novels, a rickety old generator which was able to power the solitary lamp which illuminated the room, an aged radio, and even a small enclave containing a toilet and a sink. This was a room intended just for the purpose of giving someone a place to hide after the world had been turned on its head. A quiet place where one could read the things they had never had time for, and gradually become mad with isolation.
here it is...
The men and women of the sixties had been terrified of a nuclear bomb, and had made such prudent preparations. When the bomb had not fallen, such places were abandoned and turned into more storage closets. If they had but waited, Nia thought, they would have re-discovered the usefulness of their underground bunkers.
She was glad of her new abode, and cast a loving eye over every square inch of it as she reclined in an old, battered arm chair. Someone had loved this place, she realized. Apart from the many useful items which stood in stacks against a wall, there were several choice decorations which lent it a cozy domestic feeling not common to bunkers like these. She had left the city and gone out in search of somewhere new to stay. When she had seen the farmhouse, she had not expected to stay in it more than one night. Having discovered this room, she felt that she could stay here a good while.
Having caught her breath, she rose from the arm chair and began to investigate the contents of the boxes against the wall. She had already opened one when she had come in, just after she had wound the generator and turned on the light. Her flashlight was very low on battery as it was, and she was grateful to find a more permanent source of power. The first box had revealed many cans of baked beans. As she opened more boxes, she discovered tinned fruit, tinned ham, and a variety of canned vegetables. She examined the cans for signs of botulism, and was pleased to find that the metal was flat and un-creased.
At length, she opened a box which did not contain food. Inside it was something which had been wrapped up in many layers of gauze. She pulled the protective covering back, eventually revealing the object to be a portable record player. Not a speck of dust had settled on it in all the years that it had sat down in the bunker. It was a piece of history perfectly preserved under the ground, still shiny and unused. Nia had seen record players like this one in antique shops many times. Those had all been battered, their colors somehow faded. Light from the lamp glinted off of the one she now held in her hands, revealing that it was brand spanking new.
Biting back her joy, Nia carefully placed it to one side on the floor and set to looking for the record collection which she knew had to be down here. After opening several more boxes which contained water and toilet paper, she found what she had been looking for: a music collection. She could barely believe her luck. As she flipped through the records as though she were in a store, she observed that the majority of them were also brand new. It didn’t look like they had ever been opened, let alone played. There were several classical composers – the owner had clearly been partial to Beethoven. There was some jazz, as well, and a few early 60’s crooners were also in the mix. Although Nia was an avid music listener, she was a little disappointed to find very few artists she recognized. At length, she chose one.
With the utmost care, she opened the player and put the record on. When she lowered the needle onto the spinning vinyl, the familiar crackle made her shiver with a mixture of glee and anticipation. When the music started, she closed her eyes. She could almost be back home right now – before any of this had happened. Before the world had changed for the worse.
When the first song finished, she got up and went over to the bookshelf to inspect its contents. Every major classical author who ever wrote in English seemed to be present: Dickens, Austen, Twain, Shakespeare, Fitzgerald, and virtually every big name in literature stood there. The books themselves were visibly aged. In fact, they were the only things in the bunker which were not in pristine condition. Despite this, they were indisputably beautiful. All were hardcover editions with the titles ornately impressed onto the material. Some even had traces of gold ink. However, only one thing stood out on the bookshelf: a battered leather notebook.
She picked it up and carefully opened it. The notebook cracked audibly as the stiffened spine was bent for the first time in decades. Nia saw that it was anything but a normal diary. It had been filled by a steady, unerring hand that wrote in careful straight lines on the unlined paper. The handwriting was pristine. There were no clumsy scrawls or doodles. Just sober lines of text. Occasionally Nia happened upon an illustration, but they were few and far between. She went back to the beginning of the notebook, and saw that the punctilious scribe had given their work the title, “Everything Necessary to Be Self-Sufficient in a Hostile Environment”.
As she carefully turned the pages, she saw that the writer had left detailed yet succinct instructions about everything from making fertilizer to the precise levels of moisture needed in soil to grow barley. She pored over the contents, and realized that this was the single most valuable thing she had found in the entire bunker. There were scores upon scores of uses for a volume such as this. She wrapped it up in the gauze which had protected the record player and placed it carefully into her bag. With grander plans forming quietly in the back of her mind, she reclined in the arm chair and fell asleep listening to the rest of the record.
To Be Continued…
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Monday, February 17, 2014
|Jamie @ Deadline|
|The late Lou Reed for Plastic Beach|
|Get The Freebies|
|for Sandman Chronicles by Neil Gaiman|
Character Design to Production
Gorillaz - Dirty Harry by ninoudesiles
Gorillaz saw Jamie Hewlett teaming up with Blur frontman, Damon Albarn to create a virtual multi genre band. While Albarn ran the music Hewlett had full control of visuals. That is, "live" performances, promotional materials, character design, music videos... the whole shebang. I must say it remains one of the most ambitious fusions of art and music I have ever seen, like Yellow Submarine for the 2000s. It made such an HUGE impression on me as far as what one can achieve when armed with pen and paper.
Reports of the creators of Gorillaz going on hiatus began to circulate last year, so any future content from these two is anybody's guess. In the meantime you can check out his instagram ( @hewll )for some art history, the occasional doodle and possible news of his next
|bonus hewlett fingercomb gif|
Saturday, February 15, 2014
I've been feeling a tad under the weather lately, but news of a new Little Dragon release cheered me right up. They debuted the visuals for their lead single, Klapp Klapp, yesterday and there are lots of ~~Witchy vibes~~. Have a nice weekend!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Marine Girls - Lazy Ways
Just another random post.
I also won these shoes on Ebay, but they are massively massive, even for someone with wide feet like me! I hate to get rid of them because I've wanted a pair for so long and these were a STEAL, but I'll probably post them on Ebay soon for my buying price.
|sox & the city|
|"Angela Davis" on my American government binder|