I attended a film workshop with Central School of Speech and Drama a short while ago, a rushed thing that was part of a staff ‘team building’ type exercise at work. The staff event was somewhere beyond odd. It was all designed to get everyone in the office to express themselves, unleash their talents. There were moments awkward enough to make me want to gouge out my own eyeballs. Theatrical types with voices like warm chocolate make you want to listen to poetry. Muscular, athletic people performing interpretive dance are a pleasure to behold (if that’s your cuppa). IT professionals in jeans pushing office chairs round a stage or pretending to be trees just look like contestants on The Generation Game, however. Never again.
I digress, back to the film workshop. For inspiration, our Central dude played us a a stop-frame animation on YouTube made as part of a film project. The animation was nice enough, but I really liked the music. With nothing identifying the tune, it’s at times like this that Shazam comes into its own. I whipped out my phone, and Shazam tagged the track. It took ages to find it, partly because the album the track is from has been discontinued – even the band’s label couldn’t help. Eventually I tracked the music down on YouTube again, and stripped out the MP3 using an online YouTube to MP3 converter:
Homelife – Tractor Chain (from the album ‘Cho Cho’)
I’ve written before about rare music – how MP3 files living on the Internet are preserving rock music from 1960s Cambodia that may have disappeared completely if left on corruptable, chewable tapes and scratchable records. Sublime Frequencies in Seattle collect and preserve music from all over the world, and raremp3.co.uk offers a stack of rare music in MP3 format.
Thousands of blogs offer rare tracks, B-sides, remixes and mashups, and rootling through them is nearly as enjoyable as flipping through scratchy-covered dusty LPs in an independent record store. Yes sir, authentic limited edition this one – embedded artwork by Warhol, no less. Only fifty ever encoded. 320 kbit/s? Pffft, that’s tricky. And as for FLAC, you’re having a laugh.
Some rare music online (recommendations welcome)
Roadblasters. The best arcade game I ever played (maybe Wipeout’s in my top five). I like racing. Racing and shooting things is even better.
To play Roadblasters you had to go to an amusement arcade that smelt of chips and had sticky carpets, and hand your money over to a woman with a fag welded to her bottom lip to get the change to play. AND it wasn’t a pound a go. Roadblasters? 20p. Games consoles back then? Colour telly inside a chuffing great chipboard cabinet, thank you. Pixels big enough to choke a cat.
You with your high-definition consoles and your Halos and your Ghostbusters. No wonder kids are fat these days. Playing arcade games in their own living rooms. In my day you got exercise at the amusement arcade just running away from nooligans or sprinting up and down the beach on a blue Slush Puppie sugar rush.
I took this photo one year ago (almost to the day), flying into Kuching. Seems like five minutes ago.
A Twitterer described their various online presences as so: Twitter was like chewing gum, Tumblr was a snack, and their blog was a meal.
Twitter is for short messages. Less than 140 characters, little mini brain freeps. Or, you, know, bringing down the Iranian government.
Tumblr, or the service I use, Posterous, is a middleweight tool for quick posting of sundry items. Pictures and stuff an ting.
This is my blog. I also use Twitter. And I use Posterous.
This is why I have no life, but I’m right on top of the latest memes.
My brain is a scrambled egg. A knotted ball of string. I’m distracted by many many things.
But nothing’s happening.
This introspective shit is all hard work and no reward. I’ll just do something instead.
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