juliet: (recycle or die)
Anyone out there got any interest in a couple of carrier bags worth of miscellaneous indie 7"s? Mostly from the mid/late 90s. Some sufficiently obscure that I didn't actually remember buying them... Collect from Bermondsey; feel free to come and have a rummage although the more you take the better... Otherwise I guess it's Freecycle (not having much luck there atm, though) or the Greenwich MVE. I anticipate that I would make about £1.50 tops on the lot, unless "Welsh Bands Suck" by Teen Anthem has suddenly become collectible while I wasn't looking.

Anyway. Free records! Cup of tea and possibly even home-made biscuits for anyone who wants to come & take any of them away!
juliet: (waveform tree)
Sadly no tipi this year (the tipi people were all at Bestival instead, apparently), but Waveform was nevertheless once again splendid. [personal profile] doop heroically dragged the bike trailer with the MegaTent all the way there[0], which helpfully gave us somewhere to keep the bikes as well as actual space.

We did fetch up camped next to the Nitrous Kids (nitrous for breakfast, nitrous for lunch, and a fully balanced meal... no, wait, nitrous again), which helpfully enabled one to locate our tent in the dark. Just stand still, wait a couple of seconds... ffffsWHOOSH, aha, there it is. They were a little noisy but as I saw them carefully tidying up their campsite on Monday morning I will forgive them. Actually, the whole thing was remarkably litter-free, possibly due to the fact that about 50% of the people there seemed to be some variety of staff (or were at least accustomed to being staff at other festivals). Next to no nitrous canisters left lying about the place! Also on the 'potentially iritating drugs' front, Team Ket also remained largely not in evidence, apart from one chap who after a few minutes of uncoordinated stumbling was gently escorted off the dancefloor by his friend.[1]

We danced to lots of psytrance, some splendid crusty acid techno (possibly one of the Liberators, but it was bloody good whoever it was), a bit of random crusty folk at the very-UV-tastic solar stage, and Back To The Planet, who I last saw at Phoenix in 1994 (my first ever festival, awwww). They were ace. And/or I was monumentally nostalgic, whichever. Also we ate several vegan burgers, and sat around watching the world go by extensively. I had a go on a swing bike, and both of us got our faces painted by someone who turned out to be Ian Bell. [personal profile] doop managed not to fanboy too much.

Small festivals are *aces*. I hope they manage to run it again next year; the whole thing often feels a lot like a random conglomerate of crews who just happen by glorious serendipity to fetch up in the same field at the same time (although I am sure it actually takes a lot more planning than that), and as such you always wonder whether they'll manage to bring it together again next year... Still, 4 years so far ain't bad going. It is pretty much the *nicest* and friendliest-feeling festival I've been to; wish they'd bring back the compost loos, though!


[0] This was a Learning Experience in terms of the bike/trailer/train thing; mostly we Learnt that you need to allow rather more time for changes than normal, and that it's always quicker to rehitch the trailer even if this does currently require the use of a spanner. Plus not all trains will let you on, if they're small trains (but the odds decrease dramatically if you're running late, hence the need to allow more time).
[1] One often seems to encounter these teams of a K-ed up person with a sober-ish mate translating for them. [personal profile] doop is obviously the one who has these conversations most often, and he reports that they go a little bit like this:
"Hurbleburble hurble, vrrr."
"My friend here says that he thinks your glowsticks are splendid."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Vrrbur blurl, frr. Hurble!"
"He says that he finds the interplay of the blue with the green of the lasers particularly exquisite."
"Right. Good."
"Hurble, vr."
"He says..."
"'Nice one, mate.' Yeah, I got that one."
juliet: Grown-up Bramble rat with baby Ash and Rowan rats (ash bramble rowan)
Finlay-the-dog appears to be settling in reasonably well (he is currently snoozing over the other side of the room). dog behavioural details! )

ION, last week I went to see the Orbital band (seriously awesome! Here is doop being glowy and me being less glowy.), & Aphex at Matter (bit rubbish, although he picked up in the second half of it. Nowhere near on-form, though.).

Yesterday evening Pete & I went to the opera. Specifically, La Grande Macabre at the Coliseum. Fantastic cast, musicians, and staging; shame about the godawful crap that they were saddled with singing. Ligeti, musically, is Not My Thing. The staging was genuinely brilliant, though, and probably worth staying just for that. Also there was a splendid disco background in the penultimate scene which I found entertaining enough that I have no idea what the people who were supposed to be in the foreground were doing at the time (on reading the Times review (not of the ENO version, but the same staging etc), I think they were getting Death drunk). I was also somewhat disenchanted with the casual misogyny, although P didn't see it as being as bad as I did.

(Reading the Times review, I see that the ENO changed the androgynous lovers from Clitoria and Spermando to Amanda and Amando. How ridiculous.)

music

Sep. 2nd, 2009 06:26 pm
juliet: Climate Camp logo: 3 tripods with banners, very colourful (climate camp)
Drive-by post: recommend me some music!

Just back from Climate Camp. Have large to-do list, but also many plans. And a cold (which may just be hay-related irritation: much of camp furniture was constructed largely or wholly from haybales, and it was v windy).

Camping 2

Apr. 27th, 2009 06:04 pm
juliet: (Default)
One of my 101 things is to review some old albums. (While I have internet.... who knows if the might of Telstra will reach Agnes Water?)

in the ambient hutch )
juliet: (dancing)
(one of my 101 things is to review some old albums)

Hey kids, rock and roll is here, so scream all you like )
juliet: (dancing)
I am plugging away merrily on the old-albums bit of my 101 things list, but there's also something on there about new bands, and about getting recommendations from my friends. Obviously, this is an excellent opportunity to merge the two together.

So: anyone suggest me some bands I may not already know/know of? (For those unfamiliar with my existing tastes: the 30GB of music I have on this laptop is heavily biased towards indie (esp of the mid/late 90s variety), with a fair chunk these days of minimal techno, psytrance, Scooter & other similar silly rave music, musicals, 60s rock 'n' roll, 80s pop, some gothish stuff (Covenant: goth happy hardcore!), & classical of various sorts. But I will listen to most stuff at least once.)
juliet: (glasto glowstick 2007)
I am plugging away merrily on the old-albums bit of my 101 things list, but there's also something on there about new bands, and about getting recommendations from my friends. Obviously, this is an excellent opportunity to merge the two together.

So: anyone suggest me some bands I may not already know/know of? (For those unfamiliar with my existing tastes: the 30GB of music I have on this laptop is heavily biased towards indie (esp of the mid/late 90s variety), with a fair chunk these days of minimal techno, psytrance, Scooter & other similar silly rave music, musicals, 60s rock 'n' roll, 80s pop, some gothish stuff (Covenant: goth happy hardcore!), & classical of various sorts. But I will listen to most stuff at least once.)

ION: bravely opened fridge again this morning & found dead cockroach, so I suspect I left the fridge door a smidge open over the weekend (bad environmentalist, no biscuit) & then it died of cold overnight when I shut it properly. It has been disposed of.

IOON: why am I not working on the deadline I have today? Because my brain is still bleeding out of my ears and as soon as I've got some of the easy things off today's to-do list I am going to have a little nap. Hopefully when I wake up again I will be competent to deal with complicated things like articles.

IOOON: I want to go surfing (sea! sea good!), but am clearly too knackered to cycle all the way to Bondi & throw myself at waves for two hours, so will refrain. TOMORROW.
juliet: (music)
(One of my 101 things is to listen to & review some old albums.)

if I could make sense of it all )
juliet: (dancing)
(One of the things on my 101 things list is to listen to & review some old albums.)

more from Scotland in the mid/late 90s )

Memery

Mar. 8th, 2009 03:31 pm
juliet: (tree)
[livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow gave me things to witter about!

memery under cut )
juliet: (glasto love)
(One of the things on my 101 things list is to listen to & review some old albums - by which I basically mean anything I bought more than a year ago, I guess.)

Radiohead - The Bends )
juliet: (music)
I nearly didn't go to the Proms at all this year. Finally got round to it in the last fortnight: Copland/Adams/Adams last week with [livejournal.com profile] dogrando & [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, and to Tchaikovsky & Prokofiev (though we left at the interval due to impending starvation) with my friend Elaine last night.

There are several good things about the Proms. One is that if you go up to the Gallery, you can lie down on the floor and close your eyes (should you so desire), which can be excellent for listening to music. This also means more freedom to move around a bit, rather than being stuck in a chair. Another is that it's only £5 entry, so if you should find yourself drifting off and ceasing to pay attention, you are less likely to feel guilty.

Despite an extensive classical music education, I do quite often find it difficult to keep concentrating for the length of a full piece. (It's noticeably easier with anything I've played myself.) In a standard sort of concert, this can feel like a problem, and I can get impatient with myself and irritable (and then it's even harder to concentrate and I risk getting bored...). At the Proms, I feel much more relaxed about the whole thing.

On both occasions this year, I also found myself writing things in my head - non-music-related things. The music was switching between something I was actively enjoying and involved in, and a pleasant backdrop to other things going on in my head - and again, this felt OK; legitimate. I'm considering next year going along more often with the aim of treating it like that - a pleasant space to give my brain some freedom in.

I think this is also partly because the expectations of behaviour are different. Shutting the hell up & listening: yes. But I've seen people reading during Proms; I've taken my knitting (though only with non-clicky needles); I've seen people doing the crossword, and wandering round the gallery, and writing. All things that at a standard concert (and, I suspect, in the proper seats at the Proms) would get you Frowned At. Or at least I've always felt so.

(Of course, having said all this & vowed to go more often next year, doubtless I'll wind up once again finding that it's late August & I haven't got around to it. Ah well.)
juliet: (music)
I nearly didn't go to the Proms at all this year. Finally got round to it in the last fortnight: Copland/Adams/Adams last week with [livejournal.com profile] dogrando & [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, and to Tchaikovsky & Prokofiev (though we left at the interval due to impending starvation) with my friend Elaine last night.

There are several good things about the Proms. One is that if you go up to the Gallery, you can lie down on the floor and close your eyes (should you so desire), which can be excellent for listening to music. This also means more freedom to move around a bit, rather than being stuck in a chair. Another is that it's only £5 entry, so if you should find yourself drifting off and ceasing to pay attention, you are less likely to feel guilty.

Despite an extensive classical music education, I do quite often find it difficult to keep concentrating for the length of a full piece. (It's noticeably easier with anything I've played myself.) In a standard sort of concert, this can feel like a problem, and I can get impatient with myself and irritable (and then it's even harder to concentrate and I risk getting bored...). At the Proms, I feel much more relaxed about the whole thing.

On both occasions this year, I also found myself writing things in my head - non-music-related things. The music was switching between something I was actively enjoying and involved in, and a pleasant backdrop to other things going on in my head - and again, this felt OK; legitimate. I'm considering next year going along more often with the aim of treating it like that - a pleasant space to give my brain some freedom in.

I think this is also partly because the expectations of behaviour are different. Shutting the hell up & listening: yes. But I've seen people reading during Proms; I've taken my knitting (though only with non-clicky needles); I've seen people doing the crossword, and wandering round the gallery, and writing. All things that at a standard concert (and, I suspect, in the proper seats at the Proms) would get you Frowned At. Or at least I've always felt so.

(Of course, having said all this & vowed to go more often next year, doubtless I'll wind up once again finding that it's late August & I haven't got around to it. Ah well.)

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