Boss Music for the Exams! IV

Για την Εισαγωγή στην Ιστορία της Τέχνης:

Απλά τα σπάει αυτό το κομμάτι. Θα μου ανάψει τις νευρικές συνάψεις για να γράψω τις καλύτερες και πιο βαθιές αναλύσεις για παλιά τέχνη στην Ιστορία της… Τέχνης! Ooh Yeah! Και η Σαμπανίκου είναι και ροκού, ταιριάζει! >:]

One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Sega

Two weeks or so ago, I was just out for a walk with a friend of mine, Ioanna. This apparently simple event unlocked a chain of possibilities which would have probably not been open for me if I had decided to just chill at home that day and go on playing my Lost Odyssey.

As we were casually walking by a group of 3-4 rubbish bins and I was just looking around, my eye caught this unlikely sight:

And then I looked more closely. And I saw more.

Hmmm… “Molyviatis (Μολυβιάτης), the local toy store, must have cleared their warehouse”, I thought. “These must be just empty boxes”, I continued. See, I was trying to not be carried away by my typical wishful thinking. I didn’t want to believe what kind of treasure Lady Luck might have thrown at me. Despite all my momentary inner conflict of little faith, I picked up one of the Game Gear boxes.

It didn’t seem empty at all.

I was starting to get all giddy. “Wow! Woah! OMG! HAHA! Yes! Look at that! I can’t believe it!! Amazing! Wait till my friends set their eyes on this! Where’s Mario when you need ‘im??” etc, as I was checking one box after the other, opening them, discovering, one by one, that they were in fact all weighty, hefty, full of untouched, pure gaming goodness. Their bulk was sweet, delicious. I imagined I could feel what a thirsty man in the Sahara would find rising from his inner being once he had discovered a box-full of large water bottles (never mind the water would be like piss under the blistering sun).

In all, there was 5 boxes of Sega Mega Drives, and 6 boxes of Game Gears, all very dusty, their boxes in slightly varying degrees of light tear, but otherwise intact. I couldn’t believe a store would just throw their old consoles away like that! I guess they suddenly realised: “Oh, we have had these old consoles no-one’s interested in almost 15 years lying around. Time for some spring cleaning. “They’re probably worthless anyway”, the shop-keeper would add, waving his old goods away, probably disappointed with “how quickly these electronics become worthless these days… They don’t last like they used to, toys… ‘Tis like trying to sell fridges to Eskimos. Or air dryers to the Berbers.”

Imagine. If no-one had spotted them, or if someone had but just took for granted that the boxes would be empty, 11 retro gaming consoles would have found their way to some landfill. I don’t know if they would end up as burnt plastic, silicon, paper ashes and whatever would remain from the copper connectors, but the chances of their salvaging would indeed be slim. Makes a grown man shiver like a leaf. Most people don’t want much to have with rubbish, either, so they don’t usually examine it. I mean, if you looked at this, it wouldn’t cross your mind, would it?

After my astonishment had subsided enough so I could actually think a bit practically, I gathered the consoles up, and took them home. It was exhausting alright. A few days later, I cleaned them from all the dust. It was time for a proper photograph.

Mario, Mordread and HM came over a few days ago and we made some videos opening each box, checking out if everything’s in place. I’m in no way a Sega fan, or even a Sega player at all; Nintendo it’s been for me for most of my life, but Mario knows his Service Games, so he was instrumental in evaluating these neat little packages and their integrity. Indeed, the important stuff is all in mint condition, apart from the exterior cosmetic damage. We even took a video of the unboxing using Mario’s iPod (or is it an iPhone?), and another with testing the Mega Drive and Game Gear I gave to the greatest Sega fan among us, by means of the measly Sonic 3D. Mario’s staying at my place for the next few days starting today so I’ll have the videos up soon.

Today I took one box of each console to a grocery store (I’m impulsive like that) to have them weighted and prepared for their travels, far and wide, narrow and near. What might their fate be…? We shall find out soon!

Update: Yep, they’re up! b^^,

Pink Floyd – The Nile Song

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. 😉

Lyrics

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her out for a while
For a while

Oh, my tears wept like a child
How her golden hair was blowing wild
Then she spread her wings to fly
For to fly

Soaring high above the breezes
Going always where she pleases
She will make it to the islands in the sun

I will follow in her shadow
As I watch her from my window
One day I will catch her eye

She is calling from the deep
Summoning my soul to endless sleep
She is bound to drag me down
Drag me down

\\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

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?

Sigur Rós – Festival

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!