Hi! I did another one of these. I seem to be publishing new vlogs at a ferver right now. I wonder if it’s a seasonal thing?
I am writing this with to illuminate one of my favourite releases this year. This album defines chaos to me, and I say that from the best place.
Ten tracks of just madness and noise. I fucking love it so much, and I am actually having a hard time finding the words why without devolving into comparisons that do NOT express this band. They are unique, brutal, lovely, and strange. Did I mention that I love it?
Okay, let’s just get the bad comparisons out of the way. I hear Buried Inside, Tugnut and At the Drive In. That last one is harder to explain, but the vocalist just gives me vibes in that direction. The music is far too heavy to make a comparison that way. Also, some of the juxtaposition of notes used, especially in the song Oceans or Other.
Does not help that I do have personal connection to this band, them being from my hometown and sharing connection with a few of my friends. That does not paint my opinion, however. It just ensured that this beast got on my radar.
Anyway, this post has been a ramble. I mostly just needed to put this on the general scope of everyone. Below is a video for the first single from the album. Personal favourite is Oceans or Other, and it might have become one of my favo
My succinct note is go buy the album from their bandcamp. They are doing vinyl and tapes later, but they don’t have those yet. This is a great holdover until those come out!
I read this post on FaceBook today expressing how people who are missing something attainable from their life will give it to others. I cannot get it out of my head and just how depressing the very concept is.
To kind of explain, in a simple way: if you crave being focused on, you will focus on others if no one will focus on you. If you crave being loved, you will love others.
Is that to say that this is a one-to-one thing? Far from. I see it more as an idea than a truth, but it is interesting to think about, regardless. The idea that we, as a species, will fill in perceived gaps in our lives to try to make sure that no one else feels that way.
It also brings up a scary idea: what if the people dishing out “good-feels” get taken advantage by others who also desire that?
Now, a less scary idea that uses the other as a launching pad: what if you make someone stronger because you feel like there is a lack of “X” in the world?
It really does hinge on your perception of the idea of exploitation. If someone else desires what you desire, and you are the only person you see giving that kind of emotion, is it wrong for people to gravitate to you?
I am avoiding going into the topic of hedonism. I don’t know enough about the idea, or the values that are attached to it, but I had to at least mention it so you can see if there is any correlation, if you wish.
Wheee… today, I try to explain why nothing is “random”.
I was in discussion with someone over the worker shortage being seen in the USA right now. They were saying that no one wants to work because they are collecting CERB and being lazy, and I was actively offended.
Let me be clear: CERB is meant as emergency funds to work with a household income to supplement the financial damage caused by the Pandemic. IF it is actually better to live off that funding than work a job making “minimum wage”, is it not an issue being created by the place of employment?
It’s easier for me to find the Canadian numbers, and I almost promise that our are higher than the American.
In Canada, you get $500 a week. That is barely enough to live on, let alone do anything on. If that is actually better than what you make working 40 hours a week, there is a glaring issue. I’m on disability, and I make half that. Don’t get me started on why that is deplorable, because I will start calling everyone Comrad and my new favourite colour will be red.
So, do I think people should be living off CERB or the equivalent? No, but I also see there being no shame if it is more than you make anyway. I see the shame being with the billion-dollar industries giving people less than a living wage to break their backs making money for a shadow they will never see.
Somehow, this opinion is radical. Please, tell me how I am being radical?
As mentioned in my last PodCast, I am re-issuing You’re Not Dead through Olympia Publishing in the next little bit. I have the mock-up for the cover. I am super excited, and I am going to share it with you now.
AS A HEADS-UP:
It is not the final. When I get the final, I will share that. Until then, please enjoy!
New vlog where I try to express the importance of deadlines on everything. Also, minor announcement about the future of “You’re Not Dead”, so I really recommend watching.
When people talk about pop music from the 90’s, often they bring up bands like Nirvana, or Alanis Morissette. My mind goes directly towards TPofUSA. They are the only band that I don’t find annoying that finds the absurdity of that decade.
The album opens with a song about wanting to pet a cat. You know an album is going to be something special when a band can earnestly write a song in that vane and keep is respectable.
Really, the song Lump is the one I wish to highlight. It combines the feel of classic punk, and the lyrics are very cynical. It’s not too often you can find a song about falling in love with a person you know is bad news, as the narrator. The bit that makes it truly special, in my eyes anyway, is how the subject remains lovable regardless of what is said.
There is a chance that I am just reading far too into this song.
I am going to post a live version of this song. Mostly because seeing them play this song is far more impressive than the song sounds initially. The drummer is very good, and the recording does not do justice. Also, saying that there is no bass player is different from seeing that it’s true.
This post might seem like I’m just bitching…
The issue I have been noticing with being disabled is that people expect you to have some sort of grand insight into what social issues there are with being disabled. I have noticed myself being hindered by the idea where not everything I write or vlog about is in relation to me being in a wheelchair, so this post is to people who are in that camp.
The irony of feeling I should be discussing disability issues is the deafness and tragic comedy of the situation.
Okay, that sounds incredibly selfish, so please allow me to put it another way.
I spent 24 years of my life not disabled. I got the meningitis vaccine in high school, and got meningitis anyway. It induced encephalitis, and now I am in a wheelchair and suffer from epilepsy. So, when I start to complain about how “hard life is”, I feel disingenuous. I feel like I am just complaining because my life has hit a road block, and I am worried that my “plight” will take attention away from more important issues. I also feel as though I am far from qualified enough to talk on the social and economic issues at hand.
When someone says that they will not follow or promote my work because it’s not focused enough on disability issues, this is why I find my respect for that person start to drop.
I have lived a great portion of my life under the assumption that I should not let my shortfalls hold me back, and now that I am in a place where my shortfalls have a greater impact, I still hold that advise to a higher regard. Possibly, a higher regard than I should.
My point simply being: if I have a “hot-take” on some social or political issue, I will probably write about it. If I don’t, it either doesn’t impact me or I don’t want to give wrong information. If I am NOT focused enough on things you feel I should be, don’t read my blog. That simple.
I don’t know how, but I kind of forgot about this album. It will always be one of my favourite albums from the decade of the ’90s, but somehow I have never written about it. I think I have this sick sense of personal ownership over it, like I am the only person who remembers this album even though Portishead were huge and sold incredibly well.
I think part of my hesitation is how there is no real instruments on the album. Portishead are one of the few acts that I jump to describe as Trip-Hop. That sleepy, almost dreamscape portrayal of soundscapes which only film better catches the emotions created by the sound.
Trip-Hop is one of the few genres that actually benefits from music videos, in my opinion. Still remaining completely unnecessary, The videos illustrate the worlds generated by the music. Few successfully capitalized on this as well as Portishead, even though they only released four videos over a career spanning from 1994 to around 2008 (as far as my research shows).
It is important to point out how 2008 is a softcap, as they went “silent” from 1997 to 2008 with little noise coming from their corner of the world. According to what I could find, they have done one-off teases to their fans and those still paying attention.
So, what about this album, I hear noone ask? As I mentioned before, it is quite important in my collection. It reminds me of a detective movie from the 1940’s. Heavy bass shots, mixed in with simple (but tasteful) drum loops. There are few albums that I can describe as “cool” with little else needing to explain what I mean, but this is very much a perfect example of exactly that.
Oh, her voice is a bit… different…? I am not saying that it is bad, by any stretch of the idea. Her ability is amazing and her range is unmatched. I completely understand if anyone is turned off by her tone, yet I implore you to listen again.
This song remains one of my favourite songs of all time. There is something perfect, and the video illustrates perfectly just how haunting the song is.