Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Bono

I couldn't believe my ears. U2 were a post punk band from the seventies? Their 90s stuff makes me weep; not out of compassion mind, more from anticipation of nausea. And yet as I dragged a few tracks off their first album Boy – released 1980 – onto my playlist I found myself admiring their well crafted intros and sympathising with their heartfelt lyrics. I guess all rock stars stood for something at some point.

I'm not totally adverse to the 80s. I'm probably one of the few to hold the opinion that much of the ground in electronic and industrial music was broken somewhere in the mid 80s when Trent Reznor first realised that synthesized clapping can sound cool if blended with syncopated high hat. In many ways I feel for the 80s. There was little to do for entertainment except prod the keys of a cheap Yamaha. If you didn't find anyone willing to join your band you just had to make do with your own dark room and some illicitly acquired recording equipment.

Not much has changed. Except now, at least, recording artists have more opportunity to communicate with each other, find other musicians, research and refine their work and perform. Could the music industry benefit from recession and depression? Yes to recession no to depression: having nothing makes you stronger, as long as you don't dwell on it.

Sunday, 17 April 2011

Finneyerkes

Moloch. Just when you thought it was safe it waits in the darkness. Staring out over the sugar cubes. Men like gnawing rodents. Sparrows peck your eyes. Cycles. Women collect feathers and fly towards the light.
Magna. A chilli metal cathedral.

Saturday, 2 April 2011

Jesca Hoop

She's pretty good.
Last night I dreamt of people dancing in front of stone walls. Was it granite or millstone?

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Polar Bear

It's on Spotify listen to it.

Polar bears are the world's largest carnivores and also the world's largest bear. They live in the Arctic Circle (the bit above us, not below.) Their favourite place to sit is where the ice meets the water because then they can snooze on snow floats while eyeing up passing seals.

Should you meet a fretful polar bear, you should reign in your huskies while singing this soft incantation:

Sleep now my friend so weary with strife
This trust you'll have for all your life
The morning clear shall return again
as a ship sails in with captain and friends
Full of might this crew anchors close to you
To dine the eve on a hearty stew
On days like these we forget pain
Our skin feels the air as grass feels the rain

DJ QB

http://soundcloud.com/djqb/yuri-lima-dj-qb-who-s-dirty#

This is what I'm listening to.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Camel (Mirage)


It's been pretty cold. I've been thinking about the universe. I have no answers. It's all potential and unspoken futures. Stars outshining stars outshining stars. Will all the projects come to fruition? You know the ones about carbon footprints and retail parks? Probably.