Hmm..

Well, once again my blog writing was the cruel victim of the rest of the Internet. I started writing a post about my, frankly, terrible Sunday. It was pretty good, melancholy oozed out of it like blood from a zombie. However, I got distracted by 'teh Internets' and fell short once more. I was tempted to finish it off and post it anyway, but it was a spur of the moment piece, full of brutal misanthropy. I'm just not in the mood now. I blame Voltaire, his music makes me too happy.

"Well Blackbeard the pirate, you know for what he's feared,
It's mostly for the colour of his dark imposing beard.
He saw the beast and now nobody is scared of him because,
his beard turned white and all agree he looks like Santa Clause."

It's also got an accordion in it. I can't think of any reason to be upset when listening to one of them.

I've also finally gotten round to listening to Giant Squid and my is it good. Exceptionally so. It all sounds fairly standard, yet graphically awesome. And the lead singers voice is so painfully tortured yet beautiful. He almost sounds like Serj Tankian at points, however, the lead singer, Aaron Gregory's warblings fit the tune perfectly without seeming overused or stretched, as can be the case with the aforementioned Tankian fellows. Versus The Siren starts as a beautiful synthesizer filled dream whisper, flying you away through the clouds before brutally smashing your head against a rock a few minutes in. Then at the end giving you a soft cuddle with some, almost noir, saxamaphone vibes.

This week I've also managed to give 'Dreams Of My Sky' AKA 'Сны моего неба' AKA 'Alexi, that Russian chap' the full attention he deserves. I listened to every song I have by him over the course of a day and can finally see why the term Post-Rock Powerhouse applies perfectly. He manages to make every song seem simple but meticulously crafted. The songs cause you to loose time like I loose sleep, you can listen to a few ten minute tracks thinking only those ten minutes have passed when in fact it's been fifty (this is another reason I missed out on posting last Sunday). I really need to find out more about this band, which brings me to my next factoid.

I had to do a presentation about my current film project at uni on Monday, it was full on. We had to stand in front of the class and deliver the pitch to my teacher, the rest of the class and an actual commissioning editor for a Pakistani TV channel (It's complicated, don't ask), she was really nice though, I've always pictured commissioning editors as gormless media tits trying to shoehorn Barry Shitpeas into anything as often as they possibly can, but no, apparently not.

Anyway, I had to come up with a name, which I didn't know about. The best I could manage in the 15 seconds of thought I had was Forsaken. Which was balls. After three hours of thought yesterday I've come up with a new name and a varied plot line which fleshes out the back story and actually makes it all TOTALLY FACKEEN ORESUM.
Wait, what was my point? Oh, yeah, during my pitch I decided to set the mood a little, dim the lights, whack on a few film noir screenies in a slide show rotating in the background, along with The Sad Mafioso movement from the song East Hastings by Godspeed You Black Emperor! It really helped.

Later another chap in my class, Ilya, got up to do his pitch, he killed all the lights so we were in pretty much total darkness. He then hit play on his laptop, and what befell my ears, was post-rock. Awwww fucking yeahhh. The factoid I was going to get at was, he's Russian, he knows his music and I played him Alexi and he liked. But the epic thing is he can actually tell me how the fuck I pronounce Сны моего неба. Shit yeah. Tomorrow I'm going to see if he knows any sites that could be like a Russian version of Myspace in the hopes of finding out more about Dreams Of My Sky. Also in my class is a girl who likes Isis! WHUT.

That's pretty much it for the last few days, though I do think I've managed to come up with a Post-Country riff that I'm pretty fucking happy about, I'm working on making it a full tune at the moment...

...Well, not the current moment, it's far to late to be being loud...

Anyway, I'm going to fuck off to bed now, it's four in the morning and I can barely see.

Peace and Fucking.