flickr: beating hearts blossom into walking bombs

April 30, 2011 | Filed Under flickr | Leave a Comment

flickr: and I won’t be your last dance

April 29, 2011 | Filed Under flickr | Leave a Comment

just your last goodnight

how to write too many words about something that is completely not related to the essay I need to finish before Saturday. (or a case study in why I love men who sometimes scream in their songs)

April 28, 2011 | Filed Under Music | Leave a Comment

So, yesterday I acquired two new albums from two of my favourite bands, and I think they are respectively the best and the second best albums to come out this year so far, but let’s now talk about them in reverse order and for slightly different reasons.

I like Guillemots. Quite a bit. I also think that the singer Fyfe Dangerfield (SERIOUSLY awesome name. I would totally marry him just to be Mrs. Dangerfield. Noone would mess with you if your name was Dangerfield, I just know it) has one of the most interesting, expressive, and all around awesome voices in music today.
Anyways, their new album is called Walk The River, and it is really good. It’s got some great songs, and by listening to it very loudly I effectively managed to forget almost everything that was bothering me right at that moment (which was more than a few things, but that’s a different story) and just get washed over, while doing some sort of sedentary disco dance. Brilliant.
However, as I am still me, there was one song that caught my attention more than any of the other ones. Why, you ask? Listen, and guess (hint: if you read the title you might be able to figure out the answer)

Guillemots – Vermillion
Yes, I do admit that that’s not quite the Glen Hansard style of screaming where you’re pretty sure he’s just had his heart cut out and eaten by an evil she-devil (which does rank pretty damn high on my kryptonite-scale), and I can’t even explain why this works so for me. It’s something about the way he half shouts the ‘play on’ that just triggers something within me. I’m sure it’s purely technical and that there are just certain frequencies that make me go all weak and lovey, but oh I love this.

An even better example of getting me all weak and lovey by passionately conveying certain lines of music to me would be the second example here.
There is something about Fleet Foxes that just makes me completely theirs no matter what they do, it’s probably the way their voices blend together that triggers the savage within me, but again, straying from the subject.
Maybe not my favourite song off their new album (which is seriously absolutely incredible, go listen), but the first part of it, where he really, really pushes those first line of the chorus out..

Fleet Foxes – The Shrine / An Argument
Yeah, so you think I’m exaggerating when I say that I want everyone to start doing this because it might leave me in a permanent state of bliss..
I’m not.
I’ve just gone all weak again from listening through that song again.
This was a very good way of distracting myself from work for a little while.

flickr: it’s only a change of time

April 28, 2011 | Filed Under flickr | Leave a Comment

so I thought today was a generally *not so good* day when my (quite new and quite expensive, thank you) tripod broke. it is usable as long as I keep it in the fully extended position and don’t try to adjust it in the slightest, which makes it about 90% less fun. it apparently decided to join the huge pile of my things that seem to think it a great idea to break like RIGHT NOW, YEAH!! (one of my two DSLR-batteries, anyone? it’s not exactly a cheap hobby this photography thing and I would hope that my things would not just short circuit themselves for no good reason, but apparently that was too much to ask for)
little did I know some magnificent dunderhead had decided to try and use my credit card to play online poker. for a lot of money. thankfully, no money was lost because my bank realised it was fraudulent, but my card is now disabled and I have to wait for a new one to arrive to my house back in Sweden and then to be sent over here, which means no access to my money for, oh, at least a week or so.
plus I’m in a generally bad mood and the pictures I tried for today failed epically (maybe because I was in such a bad mood for having to MacGyver my tripod back together before attempting them), and so this was an emergency picture which I’m ashamed to say is all you’re getting today.
oh, and flickr seems to be feeling a bit hormonal as well, so I’ve literally had to copy and paste this description about ten times to get it to save to the picture.

BUUUUT looking on the bright side, which I’m horrible at, I want to say thank you for all the attention I’ve been getting for the past week. Almost every single one of the pictures I’ve posted have made it into explore, and, honestly, things like that keep me going through days like these. (although, seriously, people advertising in my comments.. I get posting your own pics and links to your photostream, it’s not classy, but I get it. just advertising that you sell random t-shirts or something.. come on!)
And thanks for letting me vent. Not that I’m asking you if I can, I realise I’m just throwing my venting in your faces and hope that you don’t shrivel up in piles of negative energy, but thank you.