To the End

Maintaining a blog is a lot of work. Being consistent is vital. Being relevant is even better.

Although I noticed my writing develop, and my ideas take shape, for the time being there is too much on my plate to be consistent and relevant.

I’m determined to keep on with my writing. It’s the posting I can’t guarantee.

So for now, I’m making my exit, with the intention to return occasionally. Hopefully, remaining relevant; with luck, insightful.

Cue the music.

IMAGE | Blur| To the End | 1994

High Fidelity

Anyone who has tried buying a CD at HMV knows exactly what I’m talking about. Confidence determines the list of must-have music be committed to memory. The list is then repeated mentally en route, and one final time before entering the shop. Suddenly, the list is wiped clean from your mind. Nothing inside the store is recognizable. The pesky, pressure-cooking question surfaces: “What am I doing here?” You leave with another Squeeze CD, Live in Nagoya, Japan, because you’ve done this before and own all their albums and greatest hits by now. It’s a mess, but now you’re building a collection of failed attempts and have convinced yourself of the merit of live recordings. Leaving empty-handed after all the effort, is not an option. A promise is made to oneself to commit the list to paper. Another promise is made to keep the earlier promise. Enough time passes and the experience becomes the amusing anecdote for the next time history repeats itself.

Of course, this is referring to a time where people shopped for CDs.

– The author of this blog on what entering the domain of dating can be like.

Electric Proms Goldfrapp

The BBC Electric Proms starts today. In its third year, the Proms is a music festival “dedicated to creating new moments in music.” (What does that mean exactly?)

The Prom runs for five days and features musicians such as, Keane, Goldfrapp, The Streets, Chaka Kahn and Burt Bacharach. (Who can forget Burt Bacharach and Elvis Costello in Painted from Memory?!)

Other performers completely foreign to me include Bashy, XX Teens, and Rolo Tomassi–the fictional name given by Detective ‘Ed’ Exley–played by Guy Pearce in the movie LA Confidentialfor his father’s, unknown, murderer. (Great. Just what the masses were awaiting. Another group with a name bolstering hipster highbrowness. Without question.)

Regardless. If the music is as good as the clever-gimmicky names of some of the newer voices, then this Festival just may be more than promises, promises. Attendees, please comment!