Kester at five thirty till about seven p m, thirteen november twenty eleven. So I found out, after I recorded, and while I was editing this… that my right hand was playing the keys of G minor. And G minor is quite the key.
“G-Moll war für Mozart zeitlebens die Schicksaltonart, die ihm für den Ausdruck des Schmerzes und der Tragik am geeignetsten erschien.” (“G minor was, for Mozart, the most suitable fate-key throughout his life for the expression of pain and tragedy.”)
Says much, without saying a thing. Ergo.
(10 plays)A montage of noise and a chasing after some semblance of rhythm.
(10 plays)Where Does This Ocean Go…
"It was as a kid. Before I even knew what a soundsystem was. I was walking past Stockwell skateboard park and there was this sound being set up. They were probably just trying out their speakers. I was with my mum, holding my mum’s hand. And I remember my mum being quite intimidated by the whole affair. Such a barrage of bass coming from it! And these dodgy-looking blokes standing beside it just admiring the sound of their bass. It’s just a bass thing. A volume thing. I don’t know if I rose-tint the memories, but I remember it sounded so good, so rich. It’s not like today when we go to clubs and it hurts. It was more of a life-giving bass."
Roots Manuva
(Source: Wikipedia)
Because words are not enough… a moment for reflection on black and white keys with flaws, obscure tempo and all. :) C’est la vie.
(20 plays)Music video for Sigur Ros’ Glósóli. This made my day/night. :)
