Επίκαιρο: The Nile Song! Όχι, δεν είναι αυτό το μόνο που θα γράψω για την Αίγυπτο, ετοιμάζω κατεβατούλι. Θα μπορούσε η γκόμενα για την οποία μιλάνε οι στίχοι του τραγουδιού να είναι κάποια Ελευθερία. 😉
\\m// Αυτό είναι ίσως το πιο heavy τραγούδι των Pink Floyd. Από το soundtrack της ταινίας More το οποίο επιμελήθηκαν το 1969 — πριν τους Sabbath, mind you. Αυτά για να μην έχει τίποτα να πει ο Mordread, όχι τίποτ’ άλλο! 😛
Ευχαριστώ τον Kira που με έμαθε για το συγκεκριμένο κομμάτι. Έχει εντριφήσει στους πρώιμους Floyd όπως εγώ ποτέ δεν ενδιαφέρθηκα και βλέπω πως ίσως πρέπει τελικά! Cheers!
Owner of a lonely heart
— much better than a —
owner of a broken heart
Yes (pun unintended). Feeling lonely. Not particularly melancholy about it so this song feels great right now.
Isn’t it funny how these old 70s prog rock bands turned pop in the 80s, but still made quality pop? Yes, Genesis, Rush…
Come to think of it, what exactly separates rock from pop? Is pop just defined by the singles and what-can-be-played-on-the-radio culture? Does it have to do with the content at all?
Σας συμβαίνει ποτέ τελείως τυχαία να γνωρίζετε κάτι από κάποιον ή κάποια που ελάχιστα γνωρίζετε, και αυτό το κάτι μετά να γίνεται κομμάτι του εαυτού σας; Να σας αρέσει τόσο που να ξεφεύγει από τα όρια της οποιαδήποτε σχέσης είχατε με το συγκεκριμένο άτομο;
Χρόνια πριν, γνώρισα την Νικέλα μέσω της επίσκεψης του MyAegean στην Μυτιλήνη. Δεν την ήξέρα, ούτε ποτέ την γνώρισα ποτέ περισσότερο από τα τυπικά. Όμως στο MySpace της (Myspace, Myaegean, My blast from 2008, WOOSH!) είχε αυτό το κομμάτι, το Arrumação. Και μου άρεσε πολύ, πάρα πολύ! Και από τότε άρχισα να ψάχνω αυτούς τους Uakti…
Για τους ιθαγενείς του Αμαζονιού Tucano, ο Uakti ήταν ένα μυθολογικό πλάσμα που ζούσε στις όχθες του Ρίο Νέγκρο του οποίο το σώμα ήταν γεμάτο τρύπες. Σύμφωνα με τον θρύλο, όταν ο αέρας πέρναγε μέσα από τις τρύπες του σώματος του Uakti, έβγαζε έναν μαγευτικό ήχο που σαγήνευε τις γυναίκες της φυλής. Γι’αυτό και οι άντρες της φύλης, τι έκαναν; Ελάτε τώρα, μαντέψτε! Ναι, πήγαν και σκότωσαν τον Uakti. Κι εκεί που τον έθαψαν φύτρωσαν φοινικιές, των οποίων έκτοτε οι Tucano χρησιμοποιούν για να φτιάχνουν τις φλογέρες τους, οι οποίες, όπως λέγεται, βγάζουν ακριβώς τον ίδιο ήχο που έβγαζε και ο Uakti. Δεν ξέρω αν οι φλογέρες κατέληξαν να είναι απαραίτητο αξεσουάρ για τα προκαταρκτικά των Τucano, αλλά μπορούμε να αφήσουμε την φαντασία μας να οργιασεί καλύτερα από οποιαδήποτε περιγραφή.
Όπως λοιπόν και ο ομώνυμος θρύλος, οι βραζιλιάνοι Uakti βγάζουν μαγευτικούς ήχους από όργανα τα οποία φτιάχνουν μόνοι τους στο εργαστήριο τους, κυριώς κρουστά και πνευστά. Έχουν βγάλει πολλά album με περισσότερα απο 20 χρόνια παρουσίας, αλλά τα καλύτερα τους πιστεύω είναι τα Trilobyte, I Ching και η συνεργασία που έκαναν το 1999 με τον Philip Glass (και συχνά δεν αναφέρονται καν οι Uakti για την συμβολή τους σε αυτόν τον δίσκο), το Aguas da Amazonia. Στο Grooveshark τa έχει όλα! Μάλλον το έχω ξαναπεί, αλλά δεν μπορώ να το τονίσω αρκετά — Ι love that site!
Οι εμπνεύσεις τους είναι πολλές και εξαιρετικά ενδιαφέρουσες. Για παράδειγμα, στο I Ching, έχουν ένα κομμάτι για κάθενα από τα 8 gua. Το κάθε gua είναι ουσιαστικά τρεις γραμμές, όπου η κάθε μια μπορεί να είναι είτε ολόκληρη (———), είτε χωρισμένη στα δύο (— —). Το μεν συμβολίζει το γιανγκ, την «αρσενική» ενέργεια, και το δε το γιν, την «θηλυκή». Κάθενας από του 2³ συνδυασμούς που προκύπτουν συμβολίζει και ένα από τα 8 βασικά ενεργειακά «στοιχεία» στον Ταοισμό, με τα τρία γιάνγκ (———) να συμβολίζουν την απόλυτη γιανγκ ενέργεια, τον ουρανό, τον «παράδεισο», το θείο, το απόκοσμο, ενώ τα τρία (— —) να συμβολίζουν το γήινο, το υλικό. Πίσω στους Uakti: στο Ι Ching πήραν κάθε gua και το μετέτρεψαν σε ρυθμό: Όπου έχει γιανγκ παίζουν ένα τέταρτο, και όπου έχει γιν παίζουν δύο όγδοα. Υποκλίνομαι. Υποκλίνομαι!!
Η γη, όπως φαίνεται και παρακάτω, είναι τρία γιν, οπότε είναι τα τα τα τα τα τα (αντί για τααα τααα τααα που είναι το Heaven. Κάποιος/α μουσικός να έρθει γρήγορα να με καταγγείλει για βιασμό των ρυθμών και της μουσικής θεωρίας! Ευχαριστώ! 😀 Α και να με συμπληρώσει πώς θα μπορούσε να περιγραφεί μουσικά ένα τα-τα τααα τααα, —το ποτάμι, στην προκειμένη περίπτωση — αφού και πάλι είναι 6/8 ουσιαστικά).
O Ταοϊσμός και το I Ching είναι πολύ συναρπαστικές και ενδιαφέρουσες φιλοσοφίες στις οποίες αναφερόμαστε γενικά ως «ανατολικές φιλοσοφίες», ρίχνοντας μέσα και τον βουδισμό, τον ινδουισμό, το ζεν… Δεν ξέρουμε τι μας γίνεται, δεν ξέρουμε τι λέει το ένα και τι λέει το άλλο, αλλά μας αρέσει να το παίζουμε έτσι λίγο ψαγμένοι. 😛
Θέλω να ερευνήσω βαθιά και ουσιαστικά τον Ταοϊσμό. Κρύβει τεράστια σοφία μέσα του αυτή η κοσμοαντίληψη… Αλλά αυτά είναι για άλλη φορά! Uakti για τώρα! ^^d
So usually, we people don’t talk about the things we hate. It’s all about the things we like. Laughing, smiling… positive feelings. It’s as being angry or hating something is inherently wrong and should be avoided in proper social conduct at all costs. What’s ironic is that, in a way, anger is one of the strongest forms of commitment to something; if it’s enough to make us angry at all (and consequently hate it), then it must mean something to us, maybe even moreso than the things we like.
However, as much as we want to turn our heads to the fact that hate is wrong, impure and other things, there’s a lot of it around. I suppose one would be better off without hate in their life, that is if they manage to unroot it, which is much, much harder than what we’ve been conditioned to think. But that is rare in our culture; hate is usually buried under those smiles, those good manners. Our society is one that nurtures hate and anger, and it’s been made antisocial venting it, so we’re left with a problem.
I used to think that I was unable to hate anyone and anything. I thought that it was good of me to be like that. I even shared this apparent trait of mine with others: “I just can’t hate on anybody, I can’t get angry!” Years of experience have now shown me that not only can I get very angry, like any “normal” person should be able to, there are also some things that I hate. And I hate them with a passion. Such is my passion that I decided, after years of looking the other way, pretending and liking to think I had a kind, pure and non-hating nature to the point of stupidity, to proudly share them with you.
Why 99? 100 and 101 seem kind of arbitrary and too standard for my ever-deviating liking. You’ve got to admit it has a certain ring to it, ninety-nine. It subtracts, rather than adds. Less is more, and even less is even more, right? 😛 I also like nines. There!
This has been an unpredictably lengthy project. I’ve been jotting down things I hate as they’ve been coming to me since October. By the time of writing I’ve only reached #57 and all the obvious ones, for example cockroaches, are out. Things are getting rough. But you know what? The small, hidden ones are the most delicious, personal ones, the little things that make me hate the world’s guts for 15 minutes or so and then I forget all about. That’s where all the meaning is lying bare, waiting to be discovered by myself catching myself unprepared.
1. Solar glare.
When everything’s so bright but in a sick way, especially summer noons. It ruins my mood almost every time. It combines awfully well with the next one up:
2. Fumes.
I hate fumes. I hate these products of combustion, whether they come from cars, planes, trains, motorbikes, power generators, factories, ships… It doesn’t matter! They’re dirty, they’re quick to give you a headache, they smell bad, they can make even a beautiful place like Mytilini thick with smog. Disrespectful humans! I can’t believe we’re so primitive as to still, use oil so extensively…
3. Motorbikes making noise.
“So what I was meaning to tell you was VROOOOOOOOOO I can’t hear you! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM… *after 5 second pause* OK, where were we?” It makes it far worse when the riders have this smug expression on their faces, as if there’s some kind of hidden algorithm connecting the dB count of the noise they produce to the length of their penis. Yes there is such an algorithm, fellow bikers of the world. THE MORE NOISE YOU MAKE, THE SMALLER MR. DICKINSON IS. GET IT?
Cockies (not the adorable cockatoo). Roaches. These horrible little creepy-crawlies that have made the lives of many a human miserable… What is it in these little buggers that gets to us so much? Is it their unnatural speed? Their apparent foresight by which they can predict any and all human attempts to kill them? Their dirty habits? Their evolutionary talent tree which has put maximum emphasis on survival and reproduction? That some of them have wings? That they can swim? That one means legion? That their legs have special sensors to detect movements of air and react without any input needed from the roach’s nervous system? That they can feed on anything, including glue and detergent? That they can survive without a head and ultimately die of starvation? That they call the sewers their home? That if they’re carrying eggs when they die they just launch them away from their body? Cockroaches are the ultimate answer to Yoda’s question…
Judge me by my size, do you?
5. Passive smoking.
You’ve all experienced it. Going into a taverna, bar or café and finding yourself in the elemental plane of fog. It makes you stink, it makes you dizzy, it’s almost as bad for you as smoking proper. So why is it so hard for people to accept that at some point things in Greece have to move on and that it would be the best for all of us if smoking was forbidden in closed spaces? I’m not talking about a general prohibition, just closed spaces guys. You can still go out to smoke! You and another 70% of the late-night bar-goers, so you can even socialise outside! Win-win, non?
6. It burns when I pee!
Sometimes, not very often thankfully, I go to the bathroom and the horrible happens… For a little while the sensation lingers, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s not that I have any sort of problem. It just appears and disappears at random, and has done so for years. It is very, very annoying.
7. Foam cups.
You order a scalding coffee from the uni cafeteria and they give it to you in this nasty foam cup. There’s bound to be something wrong with having hot liquids in plastic containers… They’re 100% environmentally unfriendly, too.
8. Toilets with holes too narrow.
Alternatively, toilets with flushes too weak. I’ll leave this to your exquisite imagination.
9. Sleeping in — waking up hours after the time I’ve set my alarm clock to ring.
Now, there’s something quite strange about my relationship with sleep. It’s a 1v1v1: trying to sleep early, trying to wake up early and trying to get as much sleep as possible are battling it out every single day. The victor more often than not, almost every time to be exact, being “trying to get as much sleep as possible”. Sometimes, just sometimes, as much as I love sleep, I’d rather sleep less and wake up early so as to start re-adjusting my bio clock. BUT NOOO! My brain think it’s a good idea to wake up at 12:30pm, every single day, no matter whether I’ve slept 6 hours or 10. The alarm clock most probably never gets heard at all. At best, it enters my mid-morning dreams as some kind of ominous speaker blast.
10. The sound of Spanish.
I strongly dislike this language for reasons unknown to me. However, I’d like to learn the language just as an attempt to shake off this prejudice of mysterious origin and also as a tool to travel through America, Pole to Pole, one of my ambitious travel plans…
11. Foam cups — inside bras.
If I find something particularly feminine, it is a hearty bosom. A foam cup filled bra gives false promises, it is hypocritic. It might make a woman’s figure look impressive at first, but when it gets down to it, it’s a flashy gift wrap with no gift! I should make myself clear though: I have no problem with gifts that have flashy giftwraps! TωΤ
Ladies, feel confident for what you are, your body is you, but it is also not you — you can only choose what you’re going to look like up to a certain extent. You have nothing to be ashamed of. If you’ve got large breasts, be proud of them. If you’ve got small breasts, be proud of them. Each case comes with its own pluses and minuses. Trying to be something you’re not is disappointing and not sexy. And this applies to everything conceivable. “Be yourself” might be one of the most cliché phrases this side of “never say never again”, but I find it applies here.
12. Dirty lettuce.
This goes particularly for all the student restaurants that are pretending they’re providing us with healthy food, as long as they’re giving us salad (but it is applicable to every bad restaurant out there). When it’s not cabbage — which has little nutritional value and makes you fart a lot — it’s this lettuce that looks as if it’s been taken from the field and thrown into the plate, no questions asked , including all the pesticides, herbicides, -icides, bugs (mutated to survive the -icides), dirt, you name it. No wonder it tastes bitter…
Long story short: You’re getting paid to cater to us. That includes keeping us healthy. Don’t make ridiculous excuses of yourselves in this way. At least wash the lettuce, for fuck’s sake! Please.
13. Bureaucracy.
Now there, that’s something we can all agree upon. Who doesn’t hate bureaucracy? No, my hatred is so intense it makes your average bureaucracy hating look like child’s play next to the fecking crusades. It might be because I admittedly have a sort of fear of bureaucracy. To be honest, I can’t tell which came first, the fear or the hate? That might be because I’m naturally repulsed by anything counter-intuitive. I have the distinct impression that the term “counter-intuitive” was coined to describe bureaucracy.
Anything that might make me have to go through bureaucracy gets the same treatment, unfortunately. This includes Greek and international volunteer programs, Erasmus, insurance, grants, even working for payment when it demands some sort of paperwork. All of this makes me nervous, as if by my showing up, the state and/or the EU will suddenly realise I’ve been a mistake all along and commence my extermination procedure. Even though I’m sure I’ll never get past my hatred for bureaucracy, if I want to do anything of value I have to at least conquer my fear of it.
14. Face piercings, especially when done in attempts to fit in and totally don’t suit one’s face.
I’ve been seeing lots of nose and lower lip rings lately. Piercings that look like moles, across the eyebrows, or even in the middle of the cheek! I just cannot comprehend it. Girls and boys alike wear them as if they were trophies. In most cases they detract from the beauty of a face, which leads me to only one conclusion: that they’re done because it is cool to do so, not because they’re particularly pretty. A piercing anywhere but on the easrs is something that immediately separates one from the sheeple and provides admission to the Hip People With No Moral Restraints Club, 2 in the price of 1 with the Social Rejects Club, free sex for the first 25 in line, hurry! Ugh. No thanks. If it’s done properly it can be pretty, which is of course an empty phrase. It’s akin to stating “religion is a good idea, if only people really followed their beliefs!” Again, no.
15. Can’t you see I want to be alone?
Sometimes I try to find a little cozy spot somewhere at Uni Hill or perhaps at a café somewhere in town to read, write, or otherwise do my thing. Nuh-uh! Not if people feeling particularly chatty have a say in it! Color me anti-social. Maybe I am. Maybe I want to be social when I’m feeling like it. Go on then! Seclude me from society. Maybe then we can throw a party at the Social Rejects Club together with all the pierced people.
And it’s not like I look as if I have a big green sign over my head flashing “Online/Available” for all to see. Usually, (note)books or laptops in your immediate vicinity might signify that they are there for a reason, they could work as the equivalents of a “Busy” sign. Tough luck with that.
There’s no “Appear Offline” to get away from people who just can’t take a hint or are feeling particularly itchy to share with the world (case in point: me) that they had tea instead of coffee this morning, or that they watched a documentary on Ancient Egyptian religion (which might have been interesting if they tried to remember, or were able to reproduce half of it, and not say: “I think it said… hmm… nah I’m not sure” after the first question) or that they downloaded a huge torrent of hentai last night. It’s as if what’s deemed important to share with others over the internet has spread to real life! Blame Facebook. That’s what I do and it makes me happy. Maybe I should be more… expressive of this hatred of mine? Should I draw the line when necessary? Should I stop worrying about other people’s feelings so much? Do I honestly expect too much of people even with this simple little thing? Bah humbug!
16. Why won’t it just focus?
DSLRs, and most notably my own Olympus E-510, which I love and hate dearly at the same time, really hate focusing. They do. They have tiny viewfinders, stupid digital MF rings, their AF is sluggish and annoying. Low-light conditions are the worst, of course. Taking photos suddenly becomes unbearably unwieldy, especially if you have live subjects that — just — won’t — FOCUS!
17. –“Are you on MSN?” – “Yes”.
– “…”
18. Dark for dark’s sake.
A lot of people, friends including, seem to be very much attracted to “dark” stuff. Vampires, blood, death, paranoia, horror, pessimism, doom & gloom ltd, goths, spikes, guns, guts, disease, (post-)apocalypse, BLACK BLACK BLACK, oh-my-life’s-story-so-dark-and-melancholy-I-can’t-share-it-with-you-at-will-sorry-’bout-that, emotions = compulsive depressive. It’s so fake, yet so… cool. Yep, scratch that off the hate list. Not to mention the real horrors of life are carefully veiled, tucked away and far from sight. But most people who are dark and all won’t dare look that way, of course.
19. Cell phone service messages.
“Έχετε τέσσερα λεπτά και 58 δευτερόλεπτα διαθέσιμα γι’αυτή την κλήση”. You have 4 minutes and 58 seconds available for this call. Every time I call Cosmote to find out my remaining credits they force a needless advertisement down my auditory canal. Cheap, guys. Very cheap. Or when suddenly your remaining credits get to minus due to excessive texting combined with the service unresponsive credit reduction, forbidding you to even perform an αναπάντητη. Customer service and satisfaction is a non-entity in Greece.
20. “Cultural Technology?What’s that?“
Of course! I get it. All. The time. From taxi drivers, to distant relatives, to dates, to long lost acquaintances, to random encounters at parties, everyone feels the need to inquire on what it is exactly I’m doing at Mytilini. Which is normal I suppose. Yes, it is normal, and a sign of polite curiosity. I don’t like going into depth on what I do,though, because more often than not, people aren’t that interested. Then, I figure, why spend the energy telling the truth about my “primary” occupation if it’s not to be appreciated? It’s a hard task. Since the dept does not really know what it’s about itself, it’s a different story I have to invent on the fly every time. There’s no “official”, easy answer. If I spot that the person with which I am holding palaver is genuinely interested, I’ll describe what I’m doing over here in Mytilini gladly. But I must admit I’ve done my fair share of over-simplification or flat-out lying about my field of studies…
Πώς; Πώς το κάνουν ρε γαμώτο; Πώς μπορούν οι Σίγüρ Ρώους (έτσι προφέρονται κανονικά, χεχέ) να έχουν τόσο εκστατικές, τόσο οργασμικές κορυφώσεις; Χμ… Αυτό ακούγεται λίγο πλεονασματικό. Δεν πειράζει! Καλύτερα!
I just watched Insurgentes, a film directed by none other than Lasse Hoile on the making of Steven Wilson’s 2009 debut solo album of the same name and the state of the music industry today, or as Steven puts its, what it’s like to be a musician in the 21st century.
Lasse Hoile is known for directing the videos for Porcupine Tree (including others groups), as well as being behind the band’s artwork, photographs etc, at least since In Absentia I believe. Check out his site, good stuff. He — as well as Steven, for that matter — likes David Lynch, this much is evident I suppose and might even be a bit of an understatement.
Apart from the typical Lasse experimentation and playing with some of the album’s artwork material, only this time with video, what interested me more in Insurgentes was Steven’s narration of his past. He visited his old school almost 30 years later, let us in on his musical beginnings and foundations, re-visited some of his very first equipment his father had made for him.
What I found more striking was how Steven began listening to music. In the movie he shares with us that he used to be able to only buy one record every month and that only with his pocket money. Consequently, the decision which album to buy next was a very important one. Back then, Steven says, music was the number one way the younger generation could differentiate itself from the parents. So it was pretty important business indeed.
It all boils down to the comparison between contemporary download culture and what things were like 30 years ago. Back then, a new album was an event. Listeners of the album had all the time to study the cover and the artwork, feel the music and be influenced by it. They would take their time to examine the music and see through all its different levels. Listening to an album properly was a ritual all by itself. Surprisingly, although I don’t have any aural experience of my own to be able to confirm this, it is said that a well mixed vinyl recording playing on serious equipment blows away standard MP3 quality sound any day. Like Steven and another guy in the film put it, kids of today (including my generation and me, obviously) grew up and are growing up with music of shit sound quality which is considered by almost everyone as acceptable at the very least.
It is mentioned in the movie that the internet has helped musicians by making it easier for them to come into direct contact with their fans, thus doing away with the industry as a medium. In return, music has lost its value: we all download complete discographies of bands, only to decide if we like them and if they’re worth keeping after listening to a few of their tracks once or twice at best. This has got to the point that people don’t think music is worth spending money for or paying any kind of deeper and more focused attention to. Today, the music itself seems to be of little importance: it’s down to who knows of the most bands –bonus points if they’re indie–, who has the broadest possible musical taste, who owns the most records or has been to the most concerts. Maximalistic: just like any other cultural aspect of today, including, if not especially, the entire spectrum of popular media.
Mr. Wilson forced me to think, just like he’s done before... How many times have I really sat down to enjoy some music, put some thought into it, focused on it, closed my eyes, opened my ears and put my mind on overdrive? I do have a problem with intense focusing and am easily distractable so that might be a problem there. In any case, I realised that I haven’t done so in a long, long time, if I have ever properly done it at all. There is a general habit of just using music as an ambient sound carpet, having it play in the background while people are doing whatever: washing the dishes, cooking, having sex, idling, studying, walking or travelling (in the film Wilson destroys iPods in a number of fun ways, showing his real feelings for them!)… Some people never turn off their music at all! I tried doing it too: I found myself gradually hearing less and less of the music, a far cry from actually listening to it. At some point, I stopped paying any attention to it all; it was just melodic noise. I experienced a kind of desensitization, not unlike one that follows a long relationship.
Using music as ambience is, of course, perfectly OK. Nothing wrong with it. It’s not like they didn’t do it back in the ’70s. But that is as much listening to as glancing at a movie with the company of especially talkative friends is watching it, or as skimming a book as quickly as you can, skipping sentences, is readingit. We usually just put on the music, later remember nothing of what we heard, whether we liked it or not. We may have a vague idea, alright. But it doesn’t matter, it’s not like we’re going to listen to it again, is it? It sure isn’t! Because we have another 124254560 bands people, friends, acquaintances have suggested we give a “spin”, double that for bands we’ve randomly stumbled upon, bands we’ve (I’ve ^^,) seen on progarchives.com, suggested bands or neighbours’ favourites on last.fm… We’re bound to find something in this sea of art, this ocean of melody. Of course it never ends. What ever does? So we download discographies and try bands out and hop from one group to the next… But never staying with any which one for too long, no, that would be wasting time, wouldn’t it, we just keep on swinging, just like the insatiable little music nymphomaniacs that we proudly think we are. And in the end, all we’re left with is a sterile knowledge of band names and logos, song names, albums, stats, dates, genres…
If you think about it, it’s that way with everything. Travel, games, books, food, experiences, knowledge, people… The maximalist approach: less is less, the more the better. We can’t escape it. It is our culture’s paradigm. It’s what we do now, how we look at things.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t look at things differently.
Εγώ: Έχω κατεβάσει πολλή μουσική τελευταία, διάφορα συγκροτήματα που δεν έχω ακούσει ακόμα! (κάτι τέτοιο πρέπει να είχα πει, δεν θυμάμαι!) Ηρώ: Αλήθεια, μπορείς να βρεις τα πάντα; Ψάχνω συγκεκριμένη μουσική πολύ καιρό και δεν μπορώ να την βρω πουθενά. Εγώ: Για πες! Ηρώ: Το ένα που ψάχνω για τον Ravi Shankar με την συνεργασία που έκανε με τον John McLaughlin/τους Shakti. Εγώ: *σημείωνω σε χαρτί τα ονόματα* … δεν τους έχω ξανακούσει. Τι άλλο; Ηρώ: Το Manhole της Grace Slick το ξέρεις; Εγώ: Όχι… (ποια είναι η Grace Slick;! — ήξερα την φωνή της αλλά το όνομα δεν μου έλεγε κάτι) Ηρώ: Άκουγα αυτό τον δίσκο όταν ήμουν φοιτήτρια στο Παρίσι. Ήταν από τους αγαπημένους μου. Έβαζα τα ακουστικά και χανόμουν… Εγώ: *με ενδιαφέρον και θαυμασμό για αυτό το μικρο παραθυράκι στο παρελθόν* ΟΚ, θα τον ψάξω!!
Και τον βρήκα. Και, αν και δεν είναι από τους αγαπημένους μου δίσκους — τελεία! –, μου αρέσει πολύ. Η Grace Slick ήταν η τραγουδίστρια των Jefferson Airplane, τουλάχιστον έτσι ξεκίνησε την καριέρα της. Το Manhole ήταν ο πρώτος της solo δίσκος. Υποτίθεται ότι θα ήταν το soundtrack για μια ταινία η οποία θα λεγόταν Manhole. Μια ταινία που τελικά δεν δημιουργηθήκε ποτέ. Φανταστείτε να είχαμε το OST κάποιας τώρα διάσημης ταινίας, χωρίς την ίδια την ταινία. Εγώ πάντως θα έφτιαχνα μια ταινία βασισμένη σε αυτό το σάουντ-τρακ. Κανείς που ενδιαφέρεται;
Η Ηρώ είναι η μητέρα της Ινές και της Καρίνας, σύζηγος του Nejib και αδερφή της Βάσως, της γυναίκας του πατέρα μου. Τρία ζήτω! για τους Μπενεσαγιάδες!
This looks like it could be the world map off Brütal Legend. This gives a heavy clue of what to expect right from the start. What we’ve got here is a very interesting example of cultural representation, this time on the history of heavy metal and all the different music genres it spawned, complete with music playlists you can just leave playing and go on doing your thing. It’s an excellent, excellent job. Very cool.
Also, allow me to do the map dance. I do it whenever I see unique, strange, accurate or just plain well-made maps! What might the map dance look like, you ask?
