Over the course of two studio albums, several EPs, and live sessions, the UK group This Heat sought to decondition listeners to traditional song structures.
There’s about thirty new messages from Bandcamp in my inbox so I guess it must be another Bandcamp Friday.
The Sparks Brothers
Watched: The Sparks Brothers on Netflix. The nearly two and a half hour running time just flew by. Some elements had me harking back to the fanciful elements of Martin Scorcese’s Dylan documentary but I loved the whole thing.
Sparks is a band that has flitted in and out of my consciousness for years. The latest album, “A Steady Drip, Drip, Drip”, got me through that horrible 2020 summer lockdown.
“It’s the stuff that’s underneath that takes a bit more work, that’s what makes people fall in love with music. When something slowly dawns on you, sometimes years after hearing it for the first time, what the song really means, or what a song can mean. There’s a strength in that quality to being able to have more than one layer in your music and your lyrics, and we use that, I guess.”
I switched to Alfred for my app launcher/file manipulator/system controller. Launchbar was always one of the first apps I installed on a new mac but some basic features started to throw up errors recently so I tried Alfred and loved it. This is a handy list of hotkeys and shortcuts for a new user.
Continuing my investigations into static web site generators. Pretty soon I’ll have an empty site based on all of them. Jekyll feels like a keeper though.
Some good starter points for clueless beginners like me. Patching synths is like weird science.
What a great list. My top 5 would be:
1. The 400 Blows
2. Stolen Kisses
3. Small Change
4. Shoot The Pianist
5. Day For Night
I’m trying the WordPress block editor again. It still feels like overkill to me. It feels messy and distracting too which are things I thought it was supposed to solve. On another note I messed up the whole site today and had to roll back a couple of weeks so re-upping a few small things.
Funny and unsentimental memoir from Clarke but the first half on his rise to fame (or infamy) is so much better than the latter sections.