Marianne. 21. Ireland.
Whenever I get really tired, I hear Tuvan monks throat-singing The Internationale in my head. It was the curtain call music for a show I was in a few weeks ago, an expressionist exploration of the violence at the heart of the anatomy politics. Masse Mensch by Ernst Toller.
I think I associate the sound of those monks with utter exhaustion.
I am uplate trying to get to grips with the fact that no matter what I write, I can never see where it’s going and if I try to force myself to plan where it’s going, it just gets all bent out of shape and stops making sense.
So I have to grope blindly along in the dark, and hope that a narrative will start forming. There’s about a fifty percent chance that it will, and only a twenty-five percent chance that it will without completely erasing the atmosphere or the feeling or the image I started on in the first place.
In conclusion, writing is hard.
Also, I spent a stupid amount of time this week playing Golden Sun.
Brand New’s new album is really epic. Took me a while to get into it, but I like all the songs, and I LOVE at least half of them. Noro or In A Jar are probably my favourites at the moment.
Still not quite as good as Devil and God, but that’s forgiveable.
Also, well into Say Anything’s new one. After In The Defense of the Genre really failed to adequately defend anything, it’s great to get a solid album out of them, very little filler.
That said though, why is it self-titled? I can understand when a band’s debut is self-titled, but this is their… third full-length album, as well as a few EPs? Odd. But the songs are great.
“MOUNTAIN MAN, BRAG ABOUT YOUR BAND TO ME.”
I think he’s probably talking about Indie Jesus on yourscenesucks.
I’m doing sound design for a production of Death of a Salesman in the Samuel Beckett Theatre. I feel like I haven’t seen daylight in a long long time. Tech runs make me want to kill myself. And yet I’d quite like to be a sound designer.
Hm.
DILEMMA.
I also need to learn more about how speakers and such work. I’m fairly clueless once I’m severed from the safety of my laptop.
