i just finished my uni semester today. yay! my last assignment was on musical scenes. scholar will straw defines a scene as:
“that cultural space in which a range of musical practices coexist, interacting with each within a variety of processes of differentiation, and according to widely varying trajectories of change and cross-fertilization” (Straw 1991: 373).
which leads me to my nxt question: why exactly did fall out boy think they needed to clarify that at arms race was not a scene?
how could anyone get that confused?
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
on another note... powderfinger and paris hilton
earlier i expressed my deep concern that powderfinger were recording with mr corporate rock producer himself rob schnapf. just an update that as it turns out, the new powderfinger album DOESN'T suck... dont be fooled by the crappy album artwork and album name that is apparently from some book but is still awkward and pretentious. it doesnt matter, dont be fooled. its actually a good album. theyre pretty famous and i doubt anyone out there wouldve not bought it after my word of warning, but now that ive fixed it up, i feel cleansed.
so there. feel free to listen to powderfinger, just as but no more polished than ever before. just how we like them
meanwhile, in hollywood, sarah silverman gave paris hilton the serving of a lifetime - right in front of her. i assume that if youre looking at a blog then youre able to look at youtube and hence have probably seen the video in question. nonetheless, its great. i dont know if sarah silverman knew paris would be attending since she was due to go into jail the next day (thats right - paris went to an award ceremony hours before being locked up) but points for not backing down. even funnier is the condescending way she addressed paris on the big screen with 'oh sweetie.'
funny shit. now all i need is for sarah silverman to make up a routine on dukes of windsor (see below).
peace out
so there. feel free to listen to powderfinger, just as but no more polished than ever before. just how we like them
meanwhile, in hollywood, sarah silverman gave paris hilton the serving of a lifetime - right in front of her. i assume that if youre looking at a blog then youre able to look at youtube and hence have probably seen the video in question. nonetheless, its great. i dont know if sarah silverman knew paris would be attending since she was due to go into jail the next day (thats right - paris went to an award ceremony hours before being locked up) but points for not backing down. even funnier is the condescending way she addressed paris on the big screen with 'oh sweetie.'
funny shit. now all i need is for sarah silverman to make up a routine on dukes of windsor (see below).
peace out
dukes of windor
i hate dukes of windsor. they are the worst band in the country currently receiving air-play. the veronicas have more street cred than you, and they rock harder too.
so you can imagine how happy it made me to read this review in 'mess and noise.' thankyou to matt giles for saying what i wanted to say but i dont write for or work in the media. if i were a journalist, or reviewer, my review of dukes of windsor would sound a lot like this one.
Dukes of WindsorAmplifier Bar, Perth, May 26 07
Tuesday, May 29 2007
An example of how abundantly bland the Dukes of Windsor can be lay in this between-song banter: “We’re going to play a new for you guys. We’ve never played it before, we just decided to do it downstairs, over some beers. Could be a disaster.” They then played the song flawlessly, as if they’d been playing it for years and had grown tired of it. The ceaseless, unexcited bounce of rugby-player-looking singer Jack Weaving, as well as his wan expression, brought this impression to life, and it continued throughout the set, one as predictable and unadventurous as the most formulaic commercial pop.
The tedium they inspire is antithetical to the tone of the music, a pumping, manic dance rock like the Killers on speed, the result of the boring efficiency of a group of musicians playing mindless, crowd-pleasing beat-heavy songs. This to me is the death knell for new-new-wave, when there are bands pilfering the other bands already pilfering the source material, resulting in a twice-removed, horrible replica. When one of your songs ends with a one minute coda that repeatedly declares “Kill yourself”, you’re sort of inviting trouble.
by Matt Giles
original review here
there you go dukes of windsor. next time youre jumping around with your dickweed little haircuts and crap crowd banter (as i was subjected to when they played at rics), just remember that time is almost up on your excersize in banality.
in the mean time, dont come back to queensland and take valuable gig time away from bands who dont suck as much as you.
peace out to the rest of world, no peace for DOW
so you can imagine how happy it made me to read this review in 'mess and noise.' thankyou to matt giles for saying what i wanted to say but i dont write for or work in the media. if i were a journalist, or reviewer, my review of dukes of windsor would sound a lot like this one.
Dukes of WindsorAmplifier Bar, Perth, May 26 07
Tuesday, May 29 2007
An example of how abundantly bland the Dukes of Windsor can be lay in this between-song banter: “We’re going to play a new for you guys. We’ve never played it before, we just decided to do it downstairs, over some beers. Could be a disaster.” They then played the song flawlessly, as if they’d been playing it for years and had grown tired of it. The ceaseless, unexcited bounce of rugby-player-looking singer Jack Weaving, as well as his wan expression, brought this impression to life, and it continued throughout the set, one as predictable and unadventurous as the most formulaic commercial pop.
The tedium they inspire is antithetical to the tone of the music, a pumping, manic dance rock like the Killers on speed, the result of the boring efficiency of a group of musicians playing mindless, crowd-pleasing beat-heavy songs. This to me is the death knell for new-new-wave, when there are bands pilfering the other bands already pilfering the source material, resulting in a twice-removed, horrible replica. When one of your songs ends with a one minute coda that repeatedly declares “Kill yourself”, you’re sort of inviting trouble.
by Matt Giles
original review here
there you go dukes of windsor. next time youre jumping around with your dickweed little haircuts and crap crowd banter (as i was subjected to when they played at rics), just remember that time is almost up on your excersize in banality.
in the mean time, dont come back to queensland and take valuable gig time away from bands who dont suck as much as you.
peace out to the rest of world, no peace for DOW
Monday, June 4, 2007
Zodiac!
i saw zodiac the other night... i think it's fantastic. this is a boring entry, not much to say.
well, i do have something to say.
i have one slight problem with the movie. if you see it then you'll know exactly which scenes im talking about: theres a couple of scenes that dont fit in with the whole movie. the narrative arc follows the attempts of journalists and policemen to catch the zodiac, and theres some gratuitous scenes that seem like an attempt to move it into 'thriller' zone away from the 'detective' genre; an attempt to measure up for all those people expecting another se7en. which is unfortunate. theyre actually quite good scenes and as a result it is probably going to be those scenes that stick with you when youre in bed at night in the dark.
my problem is that i didnt want to be walking out of the theatre thinking about those scenes, i wanted to be thinking about how much i love robert downey jr, how interesting the plot pieces were, how annoying beuracracy is. they distracted me from the more important elements. but oh well. its still a good movie, and best use of a donovan song ever.
which leads me to my next point:
robert downey jr, please marry me. im not gay but im willing to learn.
that guy is the most entertaining, charismatic person born of this earth, and if you dont agree with me i will fight you.
well, i do have something to say.
i have one slight problem with the movie. if you see it then you'll know exactly which scenes im talking about: theres a couple of scenes that dont fit in with the whole movie. the narrative arc follows the attempts of journalists and policemen to catch the zodiac, and theres some gratuitous scenes that seem like an attempt to move it into 'thriller' zone away from the 'detective' genre; an attempt to measure up for all those people expecting another se7en. which is unfortunate. theyre actually quite good scenes and as a result it is probably going to be those scenes that stick with you when youre in bed at night in the dark.
my problem is that i didnt want to be walking out of the theatre thinking about those scenes, i wanted to be thinking about how much i love robert downey jr, how interesting the plot pieces were, how annoying beuracracy is. they distracted me from the more important elements. but oh well. its still a good movie, and best use of a donovan song ever.
which leads me to my next point:
robert downey jr, please marry me. im not gay but im willing to learn.
that guy is the most entertaining, charismatic person born of this earth, and if you dont agree with me i will fight you.
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