The last two nights I have woken to the sound of a bell. A bike bell but not one of those new unsatisfying ‘ting!’ bells, it’s the old ‘brrring!’ kind. It would be reassuring to know that it was a real bell because then I would know that I wasn’t going crazy. But there is no bell here. The first time I thought someone was stealing the bikes but we only have the ting bike bells. The sound is not part of a dream, although admittedly could be signalling the end of a dream. Two nights in a row, at roughly the same time (2:30am) is a bit weird though. I shall have to investigate all devices to determine if there is some alarm set that I am not aware of.
edit: night 3, no bell. Sanity: returning.
double edit (16/9) – I think it’s something in J-e galaxy tablet. When it’s turned off there’s no bother.
This was the slogan of a govt funded public awareness(?) campaign that I was in the focus group for. It was a smallish group – my girlfriend and I, a couple that I knew from back in Geelong and some other people. This happened in a dream. This morning I assumed that I must’ve collected the phrase ‘sack buddy’ from somewhere in waking life but doing a search of it doesn’t bring up the same meaning, and an image search mostly shows sulphur-crested cockatoos and something to do with a computer game.
This is a new album by my favourite artist. It was scheduled to be released in one month’s time but it’s been moved up to now because of idiocy. Let me block-quote from the email,
Try as we might to protect our artists’ recordings until they’re ready to be released, create exciting campaigns to expose the leftfield/ interesting/ worthwhile music that we believe in, to the widest audience and on some of the smallest budgets, and sell enough records to keep doing so; some people just don’t get it. A nameless person who calls himself a journalist has decided that he, not us, is best placed to release the new Amon Tobin album, and to do so for free, online. We know these things happen, and we know that not everyone realises how much is invested in ambitious, groundbreaking tours, collaborations with brilliant artists and lovingly designed packaging… It still hurts. The man is not having it stuck to him. A faceless corporation is not being dealt a blow. All that happens is a lot of great ideas and music come under threat.
All of which is a long and frustrated way of saying that we’re moving forward the digital release of Amon Tobin’s masterpiece; ‘ISAM’. We know that for the fans who’ve taken the time to unearth music made for reasons other than pure commerce, hearing an album is available without actually hearing it is a slap in the face. We’d like everyone who’s invested that time and energy on the career of an artist like Amon Tobin to have the chance to own the album, in the form he and us intended, as soon as anyone else does. We’re sure you’ll see why we took so much care over it in the first place.
Unfortunately this is not the first time this is happened to Tobin. I recall that The Foley Room somehow got bootlegged months before it was ready too. Regarding this current situation, music journalism is hackwork at best and all they’re doing is driving the nails into their own coffin by doing this. Ninjatune should name and shame this individual if they are able to determine where the leaked copy came from and also stop sending advanced copies out to these so-called journalists. Let the web be the promotion.
So anyway, the 14 track album is available for digital purchase and d/load right now here for only 8$ US, that’s only $7.45 Australian (LOL!). I just got it but haven’t listened yet and no doubt it’ll take a month or two to shape itself and for me to know how I feel about it.
Save to say that I’ve been listening to Amon Tobin’s work for over ten years and I’ve been meaning to write about him here just in the general sense because although they are very rare occurrences, my psyche has decided Tobin is the archetypal representation of The Artist in my dreams. A shadowy figure sometimes caught sight of on the periphery. The way I understand it is that the true artist lets their work shape their identity. Very few interviews and none of the ego and ‘all face-no substance’ approach that dominates today.
I’ve listened a few times now. The last full album, The Foley Room, had lots of scuttling sounds. This one has less scuttling, a few more big sounds that sometimes approach chord sequences. And as a first ever, there are Amon Tobin songs with lyrics and people (an ethereal sounding woman) singing. All up kind of interesting but as with The Foley Room, it’s not exactly easy-listening. Eventually I will have listened to the album enough times that’ll have it’s own feel, but it doesn’t come easily or quickly. I like it but I guess my personal preference is for the kind of sounds that Amon used to make on albums like Supermodified and the Chaos Theory soundtrack—a bit more 4 on the floor groove.
Some mornings I can wake up and be completely in love with what my brain can cook up in the form of dreams – the landscapes especially – are full of normal things like houses, courts, cul de sacs, cement gutters and street signs but it’s all somewhere I’ve never been in waking life. I was visiting someone’s house and there was a large group of people gathered around a small tv watching some kind of community thing. ‘Oh, there’s Nicole Skeltys, I should go say hi’, I think, and did.
People are the other thing. There can be people in there I’ve never met, like here, and I haven’t listened to B(if)tek in ages. That side of the mind is very much doing its own thing. The internet shows me that Nicole is writing a blog here.
I’ll bet that when mr.wiki decided to name his content-managing software after hisself that he didn’t know it would get attached to a few of the things that are so well known today, namely wikipedia and wikileaks. I really don’t like to stoop to talking about politics and current affairs on here because it’s a mug’s game. It comes and goes and it’s the same rubbish decade after decade. The Suez Canal Crisis of 1956 = “Oh noes, we is gonna run oot of oils!” And really, who looks back upon these things fondly? No one who’s sane that’s for sure.
But damn wikileaks is on the frontpage everyday lately. The articles I did find interesting were those relating to china n’ n.korea and one relating to where the leaks were coming from. Everybody seems to want the head of the shady-looking character pictured above, but american govt. take a look at yourself. There’s obviously a lot of people in your organisation who are unhappy with the way things are going because that’s where the info is coming from. The stuff that some of the Chinese officials were saying about N.korea was frankly the best news I’d heard in ages. In fact just last saturday I was droning on endlessly to my girlfriend about all the little things that were wrong with korea, and the world in general, (as I often do) and actually said that it was of no benefit now for China to keep backing N.korea. They could easily push N.korea into opening up, as China itself has done, especially once kim il-jong has kicked off. In these days of push-button destruction what does this little piece of turf mean to either China or USA? – not much. And I’m sure China knows that the S.korean cappo way of utilising labour and extracting minerals would be much more efficient than what ever the dictatorship is doing up their at present.
So anyway, while I occasionally wondered what a unified korea would be like, it always seemed like an almost non-possibility but in the last few days I’ve been thinking a bit more about it.
And then there was another leak I read the other day about Sarkozy which was not hard-news related but instead rabbit related – and for some reason this morning just as I was waking, my right brain was mulling over the image of sarkozy chasing a dog which was chasing a rabbit around his office while his son laughed gleefully.
I think if might be because I’ve been slacking off with my studies-writing but my minds been wondering a bit lately and I’ve been remember dreams more regularly. Also, because of light seeping in through the thin curtains I usually switch ends of the bed about an hour and a half before getting up, so that last bit is kind of different. The other morning 10cc’s ‘I’m not in love’ was playing through my head as clear as a bell. I’m sure I hadn’t heard it in years either.
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I’ve been watching the first season of Starsky and Hutch. It was produced by aaron spelling, of later 9012 etc (in)fame. I didn’t know that guy was so old. It started off not really knowing what was going on. I think the third ep. was written by Michael Mann – who did Miami Vice – and you could see that one was a bit grittier than the rest. Paul Michael Glaser (Starsky) has a hella-strong Boston accent. So far, I have to say it’s okay, but not great. I watched an episode of ‘The Fugitive’ and eventhough it can’t be compared well – different decade, different style, it was easy to see that the writing was much better quality.
The other night I dreamt I was in a bedroom. Prime-minister Kevin Rudd came in and sat on the bed. He was trying to touch my junk.
I haven’t even been watching the news.
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I just tried eating pancakes as a kind of breakfast and lunch all in one, because I have a funny schedule on Thursdays that goes across the afternoon – too early for lunch, too hungry for dinner by the time I finish. But it didn’t work and I feel a bit sick.