soundcloudings.

<div style=”font-size: 11px;”><object height=”81″ width=”100%”>  <param name=”movie” value=”http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?track=sixxtysix&amp;show_comments=true&amp;auto_play=false&amp;color=ff7700″></param>  <param name=”allowscriptaccess” value=”always”></param>  <embed allowscriptaccess=”always” height=”81″ src=”http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?track=sixxtysix&amp;show_comments=true&amp;auto_play=false&amp;color=ff7700” type=”application/x-shockwave-flash” width=”100%”> </embed> </object> <div style=”padding-top: 5px;”><a href=”http://soundcloud.com/mynameisharry/sixxtysix”>Sixxtysix</a>  by  <a href=”http://soundcloud.com/mynameisharry”>mynameisharry</a></div></div> 

hmmm well ihope that works. what a very good website.

www.soundcloud.com is the address, very nice for storing and sending mixes…

anyway thats the fruit of today and yeterdays efforts. not a bad a ttempt at getting back on the wagon. still sounds a bit shite quality. might mix it down ata higher rez at some point.

anyways back to ‘the wrestler’

x

thingings.

i went up to bath the other day which was rather pleasant. feels like i never left…such a pretty town. on the train home we spent an hour and a half writing haikus. this was very fun indeed. i feel my best efforts were

i, paranoia

will steal away hope and joy

and leave you with fear

and

tabloid newspaper

black and white and black and white

and black and white and…

lydia did a cool one

trains are for the gods

the universal love kids

and kings of the world.

ive also nearly finished reading ‘perfume’ by patrick  suskind and ‘girl interrupted’ by suzannah kayson. arguably i could have saved myself a lot of effort by watching the films again, but until they install DVD players in the back of bus seats the printed word will reign supreme. both books are great by the way, and considerably better than their celluloid counterparts. but thats usually the case. the first albums always better too(!).

ummmmm.i think i had other enlightements to implant into cyberspace this evening but i just accidentally watched about two minutes of russell brand and its ruined my brain. awful man. most irritaing voice ever…well up there im sure.

oh yeah nearly done on a new song so thatll be up soon i hope. i think its rather brilliant, had a bit of an incident with an amen loop but thats all resolved now.

sleep now.

blahblahings.

well i got here. its the 3rd of july 2009. i just spent another nine hours at work. nine days of nine hours. i think thats eighty one hours. infact it definately is, however after nine hours tommorow and nine hours sunday therell be no more nine hours for a while, not until september at least. yes, my long awaited trip to europe is on the horizon. were starting in croatia then semi-circling around back to france (is the rough plan). im rather excited and perhaps slightly pensive…but thats just the retard brain working its magic. ive never been before you see…

im not expecting some kind of changed perception but it’d definately be an added bonus. you see this week ive been inundated with people telling me that im wasting, or am going to waste my apparent intelligence on doing whatever i want to do. theyve been telling me that i need to go to university. firstly because i need the loan and secondly because i cant bring up my future offspring if im working for minimum wage at costa coffee. a wholly unromantic point of view…whatever happened to just enjoying the brief moments of complete and utter joy, dealing with the shit with promise of better things to come…but in a very short term scale i.e if i deal with medio skinny soya cinnamon lattes for six months of the year i can deal with having a nice look around  a few countries/cities ive never seen before for the other six…however the prevailing argument seems to be that when im 30 and the kids arrive, what happens then?…im sorry mr local but are you laying your regrets on me? im sorry that you werent ready for whatever life threw at you, and im well aware that i might not be. but youre stil alive…youre still surviving. the heroin addicted tramps are still surviving as are the £100K a year execs. were still experiencing life. the £100K a year execs are having a much more pleasant time of it than the skag heads but were all really building up to a story that’ll never be told. even our well provided for children will be dust one day. everything we do say or buy will be forgotten or lost in translation at some point. shouldnt our sole purpose of being alive be to taste existence to its fullest? microcosmically its certainly more comfortable and secure to spend a night at home eating well, getting eight hours sleep and being warm, but i cant help but think ive much more enjoyed and gained knowledge from those nights when i went out drunk far too much, took far too many drugs, ruined my current social life in some aspect, had the most seemingy deep and meaningful conversation(later realising it was utter bullshit) and slept in a hedge than i ever ever ever had sitting inside and doing nothing. cliche as this obviously sounds in my(and everyone elses ?) apparent post-everything universe, it can only be acknowledged as truth. with the above being true then can we say hedonism is the answer? does hedonism leave any room for genuine intelligence or do we kill all the braincells trying to achieve a state of so pure an existence that we actually leave earthly rationality behind?… and i guess if this was all prooving to much for us we could suckle at the teat of others experience…we could spend our lives reading every great work of literature ever written, we could listen to and accumulate a collection of the greatest music ever produced, we could go and see every great artwork, we could study under the greatest proffessors in the world…could this be the key to experience? is the combined effort of all the worlds greatest minds a worthy substitute for experiencing things happening to you first hand? could your life as a single mother in a council estate be as valuable to the world as the greatest george orwellnovel(1984!) well what terms are we working on? who are we justifying this to? and thats where it all stops. n o o n e k n o w s.and im sure youre willing to tell me because you never figured it out, and now youre own youth is some kind of post script which you can only try and understand by rationalisng it against youre existence now. the only logic i can take away from these thoughts and conversations is that no-one ever knows what they want to do. life happens around you. and why shouldnt this be celebrated in whatever form it comes. why cant we all just accept that we exist and this is the one truth of being human, aside from the coloring in and blurred edges. were all here. and were all here together.so maybe we should be careful about what we do with our opinions, because thats all they are, and ther’ll always be someone onu there to dispute them.

out

drawings

mixtape deleteings

so i think all of the links to my tapes and music are dead now, rendering my mixtapes section rather obsolete, but i didnt realise that the hosting site deletes any files that havent been downloaded in 60 days…i think i’ll attempt to rehost them somewhere that isnt a big fat deleter when i get the time. but for now my copyright infringements are just sitting on my portable harddrive rather than out in cyberspace for everyone to enjoy(?).

ive been trying quite hard to make music of late but it hasnt come to much, made a few drum and bassy (gabba) bits recently, one of which is up on the myspak  who now allow you to put up 10 mp3s (yesssssssss) so some oldies and oddities might go up when i get bored. I did manage to write this droney sci-fi prog synthy thing the other day which really needs some keyboard players, or a band, or a band of keyboard players to make an incredible live reality, but its gonna be months before that happens and ill probably be bored of it all by then.tragic.hm

aside from working like a japanese P.O.W. i went out to this years bestival auditions at ryde theatre which i can confirm was up there in the top ten nights of my life, up there with losing my mind on mushrooms, betting beaten up for throwing tennis balls at some kids,  getting caught cheating on my girlfriend and waiting for around 7 hours for some hash which got paid for and never turned up, then having to walk 7 miles home in the rain. so yeah. it sucked they seperated the bar from the main hall/stage bit with some big fat white doors, so you couldnt drink and watch (or hear)bands at the same time(it was basically like  having a drink in a tiny room with really noisy neighbours), infact you couldn’t walk further than ten metres in any direction without a bouncer shouting at you for almost infecting kids with booze. so the night basically consisted of standing in a corrider and drinking as quickly as possible before checking out a band for about 2 songs going outside for a roly, and then repeating. this combined with the fact that the place was almost empty (its been full every previous year), and the fact that no-one appeared to give a crap about the event(apart from the participating bands) made for a serious waste of time and money…the winners were totally obvious arcade eden (the gossip and uffie a bit from the isle of wight) and DJ wills of steel (awful name but really good turntablery)… im sure arcade eden will enjoy playing on a giant stage to an empty field at 11 in the morning before the gates have been opened…(ooohhhh the cynicism)…the highlight of the evening was this 16 year old guy called flippington who did some amazing performance poetry which sounded a bit like skinnymans rants but werent just about council estates and crack. apparently he got a deserved slot so watch out for him at the besti.val.

musically its mainly been at the drive in interspersed with drukqs CD.1…im still trying to re-read ‘the picture of dorian gray’ but im struggling to concentrate…i really want to read american psycho soon…

BYEBYE

barmannings.

eight days of to be precise. im starting to feel like some kind of time lapse video shot where i stay in exactly the same place and everything else moves swiftly around me  in some kind of accelerated whirl. at least its making me rich(er)…looking at about 2 grand pocket money for when i go away. god damn i will be so very drunk. having never been on holiday i think i more than deserve this two months of merriment and seeing stuff i never have before. maybe ill even share it on this baby when it happens…(note to self:buy camera).

exited:alot

in other ponderances, last week  i was going to write an essay on why at the drive in were better than the mars volta are but im back on the cigs now again so i’ll probably smoke instead. but seriously…somuchbetter. fusion is gay dont you know? electronica/latino/noise/feedback laden snarling hardcore ftw.

last week also brought around a beautiful reuniting of my conscience with the work of late punk poet wesley willis(May 31, 1963 – August 21, 2003)  his work was mostly self released, with a few albums going out on dead kennedys frontman Jello Biafras alternative tentacles label. Biafra remarks about the artist  ”a lot of people think theres only one kinda way to play punk rock, well to me punk rock is all about doing things differently…exhibit A: wesley willis” (i paraphrase source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVE1ZWT_rc0 )

willis’ work with the wesley willis fiasco is to me his strongest. it kinda sounds like a fairly decent hardcore outfit fronted by an extremely far out borderline insane poet, offering the stragest of musings about the most unforseeable of  subjects. very interesting indeed. i think the videos are on youtube should you be intrigued by this prospect.

his solo work was the same deal vocally but now sung(?) over a casiochord esque backing track which didnt really change thoughout all of his 20+(!!!!) solo albums.  L-O-L hilarious at times(cut the mullet) and fucked up weird at others (chronic schitzophrenia) it usually brings a smile to my face and seems to have given a lot of other fans a little something to enjoy. ..

wiki shit @ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wesley_Willis

oh yeah and his artwork oh my good lordhis artwork…

state police - wesley willis

and this!

f-ing genius.

ok enough. but. cannibal ox + gimmick.

x

yellowings.

excercisings.

what with doing four four mile bike rides in the last four days my lifes starting to feel like a rocky training montage and  thats not even counting the half hour of juggling per day either!*(is that even nearly excercise?)…yeah so,  the near death experience of last friday has definately scared me into some physical activity. and i actually feel quite good for it. Given my track record of this sort of thing, ill probably foget about it in a couple of days but one healthy week out of fifty-two must help in some way. also. kiwi fruit

todays haiku:

try to stop smoking

increased lung and heart function

fuck it. smoke the pack!

 

album of the day:

novelle vague – novelle vague [2004]

french as hell. moany new wave  hits of the 80’s never sounded so good, or french. a perfect soundtrack for any elevator or tea rooms yet probably still cool and credible enough to put as one of your favourite bands on your facebook profile.  also featureed on the soundtrack of me writing this. so theres at least some great art its inspired…

in other news ive started drinking guinness…

photo of the day:

 no photo of the day because the uploaders bieng a C word

 

xxx

*yeah im getting pretty good

long time no bloggings…

m y h o w y o u h a v e c h a n g e d:

 

yes. well at least when ive finished filling out the form and shelled out the £72 tax i shall have a lovely new passport to take with me on my european travels…provided they dont close the whole world off because of the you-know-what pandemic.  could they even do that?…someone should ask them…

“MISS MISS I COULDNT UPDATE MY PAGE FOR AGES BECAUSE MY LIFE IS LITERALLY SO DULL NOW THAT I LIVE ON THE IOW I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE ABOUT”

i read some books.

JD salingers ‘catcher in the rye’ kept me very entertained for a good few bus journeys as did tracy emins ’strangeland’.the former was close to being the best thing ive ever read with dialogue like:

“The part that got me was, there was a lady sitting next to me that cried all through the goddam picture. The phonier it got, the more she cried. You’d have thought she did it because she was kindhearted as hell, but I was sitting right next to her, and she wasn’t. She had this little kid with her that was bored as hell and had to go to the bathroom, but she wouldn’t take him. She kept telling him to sit still and behave himself. She was about as kindhearted as a goddam wolf. You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phony stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they’re mean bastards at heart. I’m not kidding.“

the whole things a kind of  confused and juvenile lash out at adults,  authority figures and maybe the world in general. the constant 50’s slang (crummy, beat, phony) gives the prose a quirky feel and creates a very personal feeling narrative(yep)…my sources inform me Jake Gyllenhall partly modelled his portrayal of donnie darko on the character of holden caulfield from the book.  and thats a name you’ll recognise if youve ever watched ‘the good girl’ also starring jakey buy also lifting heavily from catcher.

first published in 1951 and still regarded as a masterpiece means you cant even fuck with it. kind makes me wish i was still an angry teenager so i could relate to it.

tracy emins strangeland starts off like you’d expect…i think on reading the sentence

“at the moment of my birth into this world. i somehow felt a mistake had been made”

i was torn between vomiting on the page right there and then or saving it a few hours for when i ran out out toilet paper…

grudgingly i tried again and after about the third try i got quite into it. her life really was/is very F’d up and theres some really interesting stories nestled in there, it also seems to skip quite effortlessly between fantasy and reality leaving you not quite sure which is which. her shortcomings in life are predictable and its not the most pleasant thing reading about a 13 year old slag but im sure girls would get something out of it. like relate to it or whatever. i only really started to read it when there was no football onso i dont know really.

yeah. two books i liked.

 

ok so i dont want to spunk everything ive been saving up over this last month and a half or whatever on one megablog of things i have found personally interesting so i’ll cut the shit now.

yeah and my piece of crap 2 megapixel camera got stolen a while back so a big F you to whoever did that and i hope it was your K that we found on the floor.

heres a snapshot of my good friend steve doing what were all thinking:

 

oh yeah…last week i walked offstage during the first song of my bands reunion gig because i thought i was dying of a heart attack. i am a fucking prick.

x

photoshoppings.

top four:

fruit.

1. kiwi fruit

2. banana

3. apple

4. pear

made an amazing fruit smotie today…ingredients: 2x kiwi fruit//1x apple//2x orange//1x banana//1x pear//1x blueberry an apple j20//100 ml lidl multivitimin juice.

5-a-day ATTACK!