Right, first rant this week, music. I don't
like playlists. People now experience listening to music which is either
shuffled, or part of a mp3 playlist designed by themselves. Not allowing for
the listening experience as designed by the creator of the music/album.
This note may be a re-incarnation of a previous
post, but was actually noted whilst listening to Oasis’ ‘What’s the story?’.
Ever since I have owned this masterpiece, aged eleven on release, I have noted
the ‘anonymous’ cough, that occurs on the album, between ‘Roll With It’ and
‘Wonderwall’, or tracks 2 and 3. Although perhaps not a highlight, it does
remind us that the album is a collection of songs from a band of humans. This
cough does not belong to either song, and therefore either mp3, I don’t think.
I may be fighting a very weak argument, but I feel that it is important that
people do not lose the ability to listen to a true album.
OK, I still consider myself to be on a music fan’s path (as everyone
hopefully does). Key high points of my path since Oasis of ’95, has led me
through The Verve, Jeff Buckley, Cat Power, and of course, Radiohead.
Obsessions with all have led me elsewhere.
A very strong jazz performance by Tim Whitehead (sax).
I feel that I am at another stage, finally recognizing
(allowing myself to be able to feel) parts of the world of jazz. I am not a
connoisseur but have allowed myself to feel the impressive drum beats of
Portico Quartet, following this by soulful, jazzy sounds of Phronesis.
Next point, Coffee. Here is a photo and weblink to ‘Rosie and Java’s’.
The Richmond shop is so enthralling, enticing and addictive for me to attain my
Colombian beans, it is no matter that it is a decent journey from Surbiton. I
seriously recommend it and it’s
wonderful, highly knowledgeable staff.
Although, I did attempt limiting myself to two coffees per day, I found
that my love of certain café’s was taking a big hit, so I want to help keep the
nations economy running well, and allow for a limit of 3-a day.
I am so so so lucky that I
was injured in an ‘accident’ and so have no-one to blame. I cannot bear the
thought of being left to brew/store hatred anyone/thing. All I have experienced
are human’s wonderful gestures of help and care.
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