I first saw this guys video on YouTube ‘Pumped Up Kicks’ when it had around 500K hits and I was gobsmacked. I knew I had just seem something seriously cool. Continue reading
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As luck would have it I was given two tickets to go see the Kings Of Leon for my birthday, playing live at the Murrayfields Stadium in Edinburgh.
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To get to the crux of this post I have found nirvana. Instead of tossing in bed at night wondering how I can get a Marshall stack through the house without being busted by the financial global controller, I found the iRig by IK Multimedia and my whole world changed (again). Continue reading
This post is more of a vent than anything else but I have to let it out before I start smashing other peoples handsets so it is better here than at work.
I work in an environment where people’s mobile phones ring all day long. I work in telecommunications so I understand that we need to get those phone calls and part of that is being able to hear your phone ring, but I have a couple of points to bring to the boil that are driving me utterly bonkers.
The devices are called Mobiles, in the states you call them Cells, for a reason and my point is exactly that. It’s very small and portable, a mobile, take the dam thing with you. Don’t leave it on your desk with it set on the loudest possible volume ringing and ringing and ringing.
Secondly, your choice of ring tone is exactly that; your choice. But please, for the love of buddha, do not subject me to it when it rings on average of 20 times per day at the pre-stated top volume setting sitting on your desk while you go get coffee and nag to your neighbour in the kitchen.
I don’t need to hear it, I’m glad you like that single Fergie sang three years ago about big girls, utterly thrilled that it reminds you to be a strong woman, but I seriously can’t take it in it’s 40 second shortened version 20 times a day, five days a week.
And the more current Top 40 it is only makes me hate commercial radio more and more. And it will only make me use a more obnoxious banging trance excerpt for my ringtone in retaliation which I am also prone to set off right next to you purposely just to see what revenge feels like.
There is in our office life, little left of our privacy as we head down the path of open office environments, and your ringtone is not a retaliation against ‘the man’ who is making you give up your office, it is more a statement of your arrogance and ignorance of taste in music. Ear worms of your ringtones will drive me to act out random acts of violence sooner or later and the result could be catastrophic.
It probably doesn’t help that I was once a musician who worked in Musical Instrument Retail and was actually subjected to 19 billion versions at varying degrees of skill and lack thereof, Stairway to Heaven. It is just like the sign says in Wayne’s World. We should have signs like that in Offices. No Ringtones.
And finally, what is with Caller Tones? Do you seriously want to subject me to hear 15 – 30 seconds of you choice of music on the other end of the phone mashed with a muted normal ring every time I need to call you? It is torturous, I would rather drive to Sydney from Melbourne to ask you a question than ring your phone one more time knowing that I am going to have to hear that short blast of mind invading music. Just turn it off.
Let the phone ring; let it be a ring. Before someone goes postal.
Brring ring? You know the one?
My latest piece is for a buddy’s band. They are of course The Blow Waves, if anyone out there knows me knows that I have been following and supporting these guys for the last 3 something years as they strive … Continue reading
I have spent my fair share of money on headphones.
In face it has occurred to me recently that headphones, in my case are like shoes and jackets. You can never have too many different kinds.
What also occurred to me recently that I have mistakenly been tricking myself into headphone complacency. Not only do I not give a shit anymore, I will put up with such utter crap performance that I deserve to have fallen off the face of the music scene and retire into a comfy chair with my slippers one, listening to my over priced ridiculously kitch B&O home stereo. After a spot of croquet.
The Apple standard headphones that come with any iPod and now iPhone are just ok.They aren’t shit, but they aren’t fucking fantastic either. And this is my land of complacency. I had been telling myself it was a decent enough sacrifice on sound quality and form over function. You can turn the music or phone on and off. Yippee.
But they get ripped out by anything coming with in a bees dick of a whisper near your cord and in actual fact mine just fall out by themselves all the time.
And there is no such thing as bass response unless you are jamming the dam things so far into your canal with your thumbs that it really isnt safe or healthy.
Another $100 later, there come the Sennheiser CX-300, widely touted and written about as great little headphones.
But do you really want to shove these things into the pits of your canals?
If you do, can you actually really honestly tell me, that that feels Comfortable. Yes with a capital C. Comfortable?
I don’t bloody think so, these things really squish into your ear with their plush plastic whatever polymer surround, and the bass is vastly better than the iPod standards but comfortable? No.
And the cable becomes some sort of trasnporter for every vibration and jiggle of it, so that sounds like those made in the Star Wars movies are constantly interrupting my sweet tunes. No thanks. We want silent operating cables that glue to our head and plugs that dont fall out but don’t feel like too much ear wax.
So at some stage I thought it must be time to get serious. Serious fucking headphones. Those ones that you see in all the film clips in studios. Big mofo cans that cup over your whole dam ear and immerse in studio quality sound. For a lot of money. That’s right, when it comes to the big daddy of earphones in the music industry many a professional that the industry standard with the best lows and highest highs are the Sony MDY 7506 Studio Monitor headphones. So I bought some. They sound amazing. Period.
But do I really want to walk the streets of my inner western suburb with doof doof domes advertising that I truly am worth rolling for more than just my sneakers?
No, not really and that is how I feel when I am wearing them anywhere but in the comfort of my own home now and then, like a bulls-eye I wear them over each ear.
But just to be sure I am not convinced yet and so I have to go and spend another exorbitant absurb amount on a set of the best Bose headphones you can find. And they are somewhat smaller than the Sony versions and the sound quality is quite excellent, different and not as honest as the Sony, but deep and sweet and worthy of your favourite tracks to be sure, but do I need to wear these down the road either? I would roll me for a pair of these fuckers.
So what do I want? I just want to whinge that I have spent an enormous amount of money on ridiculous headphones from all across the world and apart from the ridiculous Bang & Olufsen attachments that I haven’t tried, I am at a complete loss for a decent set of headphones to wear at most of the times.
Do the perfect headphones exist?
Can I have some please?
It was just one of those days yesterday.
First Farrah, then Michael and then the stupid twisted rumors that Jeff Goldblum had also suffered a fatal climbing accident while on set in NZ but of course that was just a hoax.
While I was saddened about Farrah Fawcett I was also moved by her plight to enlighten the world with her tragic experience through cancer, I thought it was gutsy and showed great character, but ultimately I was as ready for her demise as she obviously was.
Michael Jackson’s death was a complete and unexpected shock by contrast. The news broke in Australia early Friday 26 June, around 8am I saw a post on Facebook then logged in to Twitter to see the gazillions of tweets start piling up. Within seconds they were in their thousands. It was true, the self proclaimed King of Pop was dead.
I idolised MJ as a child and spent countless hours in front of the chunky old piece of furniture that was our TV back then, practising the zombie dance in Thriller, the moonwalk from Billie Jean and every single step I could possibly mimic. I actually thought I was pretty good and would probably end up as one of his dancers one day touring the world in his entourage.
I still have Thriller on vinyl. I am deeply saddened and in a funny way disgusted in myself for not supporting him more in recent times which is a weird feeling. One of those – you-only-know-what-you’ve-got-when-it’s-gone kind of feelings. I truly get choked with waves of sadness when I see the appalling reports and gross distortions of his life that are now flooding our airwaves. His face sliding off, wearing face masks and holding little boys hands while wearing pajamas, defending his thoughts about how normal it might be to have children sleep in bed with him.
All of it is a reflection of his life, and a lot of it may seem utterly bizarre but I think most of it is just out of context. I believe he had an extraordinary life that was filled with sadness in the end. I don’t think he actually agreed to do 50 shows on his return to the stage at the O2 arena in London, but that promoters blew it out to that and it was outside of his control. He was a weakening older frail looking man in his last few appearances leading up to his death that I was aware of, preferring a life of recluse while preparing for his comeback tours.
I am even more saddened by the news reports that are now flooding the internet, almost grinding it to a halt, the sketchy exposes we will be subjected to over the next days, weeks, months already outrage me and I can only hope that now, in death, poor Michael can finally find some ultimate peace. He will live on in my heart for the rest of my years as a true musical genius – a pioneer of incredible dance moves – a fashionista – something of a freak – and someone who was most of all completely misunderstood.
Self titled, the Blow Waves EP finally hit the iTunes store this week – and it’s a ripper.
I maybe biased with my best mate being in the band, but as an avid music fan I can honestly say this is good stuff. Just listen to the magical well crafted creepy counter melodies in ‘Attack of the Puppet People’, or the unbelievably infectious ‘Night Rider’ and you will know I am telling no porkies.
The band have gone with a 4 track EP before hitting the international circuit before returning home to record a full length album and there is not 1 of those 4 songs that doesn’t hit the mark. ‘The Beginning of Love’ is a beautifully crafted darker sounding single and I think is a strong contender for commercial air play.
Night Rider is undeniably my favourite and you can listen to the track almost in its entirety here as I did a short 3 minute video for Uni that highlighted the track for my documentary.
Restless Robots is an instant classic and deserves to make a showcase in the next George Ramero Zombie flick with it’s B52s inspired power pop. The boys really know how to construct a good song and this EP highlights just how much, from opener to closer and strength to strength these 5 boys are going to be stars mark my words.
Catch a live set now if you can, before your paying $100 to see them at Rod Laver Arena, or catch up with them on the interweb: