Oh good grief
Jun. 14th, 2006 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaI knew I uploaded music on Saturday but forgot what it was. 100MB+ of mostly plip-plop, four tracks of which account for 89 of those megs. =_= Brain must have seized up. I'll, er, post one per day?
It is lovely meditative summer music for dozing off in the sun to I SWEAR.
Stuff that is not plip-plop:
Le Sport - Tell No One About Tonight: Kings of Convenience lyrical sensibility filtered through y helo thar we really love the Cure in pop! mode!. (And New Order, judging by the other song of theirs I have. They may be Swedish? I think.) I have a mental playlist titled - unprepossessingly - "Ultimate Shoujo", comprising love songs of a certain (i.e. my favorite) sensibility; this would be on there, sandwiched somewhere between "She's On The Phone" and "Elevator Love Letter", the extended remix of "Friday I'm In Love" and some Tommy February thing.
L'Altra - Sleepless Night: have had this knocking about in my upload folder(s) for a while, only now getting around to posting. Sleepless nights and all the signifiers: sidewalks after the rain, streetlight sodium-yellow, old memories flickering like the reel of an old black-and-white movie.
Plip-plop that is not 20MB+ (9.2MB, a pittance):
Gui Boratto - Arquipelago: "Mandarine Girl" knocked on the head and dropped into a well - instead of synth pan flute there are these dark, woozy synth organ(?) sostenutos, echoing percussion, snares coming and going like static. OK BONUS ROUND WHAT IS THE SOUND OF MANDARINE GIRL CRAWLING OUT OF YOUR TV.
Okay, this is 20MB and 13 minutes:
Ricardo Villalobos - Que Belle Epoque 2006: rilly rilly love this. It's also a good example of how/why I used to file Villalobos' stuff in my World Music folder: doesn't sound like techno (techno doesn't go click haha), too micro to be Latin house, too sunshine-soaked to be minimal (a genre that always seemed to describe gloomy cathedral-like warehouse spaces - at least the ones that exist in my mind - possibly with green-laser computer code cascading down the walls in an endless waterfall, Matrix-style). ...If you live in Montreal you would probably not believe this, but I've never been to the tam-tams on Mount Royal. However this track is a good programmatic representation of what I imagine the tam-tams to be like; I should see if I'm right one of these Sunday afternoons.
File under "not really relevant, but I had to write it down somewhere": finally figured out what about Villalobos niggled at me - he looks like an Ono Natsume/basso character. (The Italian politicians BL mangaka.) Not so much one character in particular, he just looks as if he were drawn by her. Hair, beard, eyes, build, smile, everything. Especially the smile.
It is lovely meditative summer music for dozing off in the sun to I SWEAR.
Stuff that is not plip-plop:
Le Sport - Tell No One About Tonight: Kings of Convenience lyrical sensibility filtered through y helo thar we really love the Cure in pop! mode!. (And New Order, judging by the other song of theirs I have. They may be Swedish? I think.) I have a mental playlist titled - unprepossessingly - "Ultimate Shoujo", comprising love songs of a certain (i.e. my favorite) sensibility; this would be on there, sandwiched somewhere between "She's On The Phone" and "Elevator Love Letter", the extended remix of "Friday I'm In Love" and some Tommy February thing.
L'Altra - Sleepless Night: have had this knocking about in my upload folder(s) for a while, only now getting around to posting. Sleepless nights and all the signifiers: sidewalks after the rain, streetlight sodium-yellow, old memories flickering like the reel of an old black-and-white movie.
Plip-plop that is not 20MB+ (9.2MB, a pittance):
Gui Boratto - Arquipelago: "Mandarine Girl" knocked on the head and dropped into a well - instead of synth pan flute there are these dark, woozy synth organ(?) sostenutos, echoing percussion, snares coming and going like static. OK BONUS ROUND WHAT IS THE SOUND OF MANDARINE GIRL CRAWLING OUT OF YOUR TV.
Okay, this is 20MB and 13 minutes:
Ricardo Villalobos - Que Belle Epoque 2006: rilly rilly love this. It's also a good example of how/why I used to file Villalobos' stuff in my World Music folder: doesn't sound like techno (techno doesn't go click haha), too micro to be Latin house, too sunshine-soaked to be minimal (a genre that always seemed to describe gloomy cathedral-like warehouse spaces - at least the ones that exist in my mind - possibly with green-laser computer code cascading down the walls in an endless waterfall, Matrix-style). ...If you live in Montreal you would probably not believe this, but I've never been to the tam-tams on Mount Royal. However this track is a good programmatic representation of what I imagine the tam-tams to be like; I should see if I'm right one of these Sunday afternoons.
File under "not really relevant, but I had to write it down somewhere": finally figured out what about Villalobos niggled at me - he looks like an Ono Natsume/basso character. (The Italian politicians BL mangaka.) Not so much one character in particular, he just looks as if he were drawn by her. Hair, beard, eyes, build, smile, everything. Especially the smile.
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Date: 2006-06-14 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:58 pm (UTC)YES YES YOU SHOULD.
I can't believe you've never been to the tam-tams. *I'VE* been to the tam-tams, and I never go anywhere!
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Date: 2006-06-15 09:44 pm (UTC)