We have reached 200 downloads on Podsafe. This is something of a milestone, since it means that 200 songs have been deliberately downloaded because someone wants them. It is a nice feeling knowing that someone is listening to our tunes out there somewhere. Whilst our Myspace page shows an impressive number of plays it does not really tell you how many people wanted to listen to it and keep the music since it comes on automatically.
It may not be much in the grand scheme of things, but combined with the podcasts we have featured in, the spot on the Beeb and the good response we have at gigs I feel quite pleased with how things have been going. On top of that we got through Jaw and All my life I give you nothing you want more last night and they are sounding really promising. A bit like a one man band falling down some stairs in terms of precision, but that is a small detail that can be sorted out with enough perspiration. I will take this opportunity to say that Monica has come up with some absolutely great bass for these two songs, you’ll be so funkified you’ll feel like changing your name to James Brown. And getting your dad a handbag.
All my life etc. also contains our first use of homemade percussion. Although very basic in design, a plastic vitamin tub with rice in it, it sounds really good and can be thrown over my shoulder with suitable disdain, although doing it in time with the music is proving quite a challenge. I have to overcome my natural inclination to put it down carefully where I found it. Curse my conservative attitude towards objects!
One of the things I want to do is make more percussion instruments for us to use, not that I want to be deliberately low-fi as such but because I want to find new sounds for us to work into things. My little shaker is the first step along what will undoubtedly be a thoroughly impractical road. I still have visions of making a hand cranked player piano out of cow bones and bird skulls…..
The Pomo show has a new blog and you can find a link to it under the Blogs section to your left. No, the other left. I recently discovered that PoMo is shorthand for postmodernism, which is news to me. Am I postmodern? Is the Frictionless Man postmodern? Do I have to do something in particular, and should I actually want to be postmodern? Someone please tell me, I am quite confused. I like cake and don’t like acronyms very much. How does that affect my chances? Oh, the worry, the endless gnawing worry of it all.
Exploits of the Frictionless Man as it wanders around the world like some kind of slippery hydra. Music, words and pictures a speciality.
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Don't worry, grammatical errors are not shooting offences round these parts. Instead Monica will have to kick you up the arse with her special shoe "Penance."
Postmodernism is everything and nothing? That is almost on a par with my old housemate Phil's definiton:
"Postmodernism is very postmodern."
I will send you an email all about links and such so look to your inbox...
I was arguing with our local vicar about post modernity. I said "well then you fucker, just when do you believe that modernity ended?" and he replied "oh, i'd say the sixties and don't call me a fucker, i'm a vicar remember?" So I said that he'd used the word "fucker" in his last sermon, to which he replied "what were you doing at my last sermon when you're meant to be an atheist? Anyway, I would never say "fucker" in a sermon you fat shit!" I said I wasn't fat as such, just a bit overweight and he fixed me with this look, you know, like I may have been certain about what I was saying but only in the sense that I was using accurate language because he knew that I knew that he knew that God knew that I may have been in denial. I don't believe in God but anyway....
Oh yes, Post Modernity. I have the opinion that we are still living in the "modern" age and that, until we see a breakdown of consumerism, the technological society, consensus politics and mass communication then we won't be able to view the world through a truly "post-modern" lense. I know what you are going to say and the vicar said the same thing "isn't that just pre-modernity?" I told him to fuck off because you can't, obviously, zip back to a pre-modern weltanschaung after the experience of modernity - you are necessarily changed forever. Nobody has been able to accurately fix a point when modernity achieved its goals and retired with a modest (if cubist) pension to a nice coastal property and, anyway, we keep forgetting DADA which was essentially post-modern even though it technically wasn't unless you use DADA as the high watermark of modernity (which you could) but you would exclude further advances in music and, most importantly, film. What about art and consumerism? Are we done with this subject? Nah, we have barely scratched the surface. Have we said all that we can possibly say? I have no idea and neither does the vicar (ha, ha).
It should be noted that our vicar called me a cunt the other night and for no good reason.
I have a toy fire engine. I call it Red.
I think I know that vicar. Father Flencher F. Twatt isn't it?
Father Flencher from Flintshire? I recall him being inappropriate in the vestibule once, after the harvest festival.
I thought post-modernism was 'old hat'. Ever heard of 'post-structuralism'? Don't challenge me on this as I don't know what I'm talking about, I only did a fine art degree. Can you tell me what it is?
Study of the Royal Mail.
GET IN THERE MY SON!
Ga?
Wa?
Dada?
Booboo.
Froo froo.
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