this week will be productive.
listen: i can't/won't rush or force. pointless. i have no schedules. i want no schedules. but that was quite the extended holiday and i'm itching to get back...
Saturday, April 4, 2015
i felt more like the swans were fluttering around outside, agitating to raise me out of the bar and bring me home to get back to work
i decided at the last minute to catch atom egoyan favourite raised by swans tonight, and all i could think about was how i should be at home working/recording. that's good, for me. it's probably the last show for at least a few weeks.
i wasn't walking in as a fan or anything, it just seemed like something relaxing to sit back and enjoy a beer with...
stylistically, it's very much the current wave of "indie rock", which isn't really a style i have much interest in. but, the record indicated a larger atmospheric influence, both in the joy division sense and the mbv sense. the live presentation seemed to want to minimize this in favour of something more rhythmic, and while that's probably the right marketing decision in a broad sense, it wasn't really what i was looking for.
that's not to say it was bare bones new wave, but i didn't get that wash of effects i went for...
the record is actually pretty good, though, if you prefer your indie rock a little closer to the source: with more exotic melodies, with less predictable pop and with deeper focus on atmospheres.
https://raisedbyswans6.bandcamp.com/album/xnadalur
on the personal story side of it, something i've noticed repeatedly walking home over the last few weeks is that people think i'm a streetwalker. this is odd to me, as i haven't seen any actual streetwalkers in the neighbourhood. i've given out a few smokes to girls walking home that seemed like they were working, but not on the corner sort of thing...
i'm not really sure how to approach this sort of thing. i'm not dressed provocatively. tonight, i was wearing a raincoat and a pair of jeans. the only clue that i'm even female-identifying is my elbow length hair. meaning these johns are driving through the wrong neighbourhood, and getting desperate. what's worrying is that it signifies pretty strong desperation. the only other thing i can think of is that they might be confusing me for somebody.
it wasn't really an issue at all last year. hopefully, they clue in soon that there's nobody around here and go drive in some other neighbourhood.
but, i mean, like...
you gotta wonder what kind of warped experience leads some guys to think girl walking home at night = prostitute. as though it's occam's razor or something.
http://dghjdfsghkrdghdgja.appspot.com/categories/shows/2015/04/03.html
i wasn't walking in as a fan or anything, it just seemed like something relaxing to sit back and enjoy a beer with...
stylistically, it's very much the current wave of "indie rock", which isn't really a style i have much interest in. but, the record indicated a larger atmospheric influence, both in the joy division sense and the mbv sense. the live presentation seemed to want to minimize this in favour of something more rhythmic, and while that's probably the right marketing decision in a broad sense, it wasn't really what i was looking for.
that's not to say it was bare bones new wave, but i didn't get that wash of effects i went for...
the record is actually pretty good, though, if you prefer your indie rock a little closer to the source: with more exotic melodies, with less predictable pop and with deeper focus on atmospheres.
https://raisedbyswans6.bandcamp.com/album/xnadalur
on the personal story side of it, something i've noticed repeatedly walking home over the last few weeks is that people think i'm a streetwalker. this is odd to me, as i haven't seen any actual streetwalkers in the neighbourhood. i've given out a few smokes to girls walking home that seemed like they were working, but not on the corner sort of thing...
i'm not really sure how to approach this sort of thing. i'm not dressed provocatively. tonight, i was wearing a raincoat and a pair of jeans. the only clue that i'm even female-identifying is my elbow length hair. meaning these johns are driving through the wrong neighbourhood, and getting desperate. what's worrying is that it signifies pretty strong desperation. the only other thing i can think of is that they might be confusing me for somebody.
it wasn't really an issue at all last year. hopefully, they clue in soon that there's nobody around here and go drive in some other neighbourhood.
but, i mean, like...
you gotta wonder what kind of warped experience leads some guys to think girl walking home at night = prostitute. as though it's occam's razor or something.
http://dghjdfsghkrdghdgja.appspot.com/categories/shows/2015/04/03.html
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