Sunday, January 30, 2011

Back To School

A couple of months ago, I would've though that school is a piece of shit. It still may be but now that there's one day of holidays to go, it seems quite inviting. I find myself promising to pay attention, do homework asap, keep organized, socialize with my friends, become a better person and a lot of other things. One thing is for sure and that's the holidays fucking up my lifestyle. Endless late nights of Call of Duty and early afternoon sleep-ins prove to increase depression and a overwhelming sense of uselessness. You know what? I'm glad that I'm going back to school to turn into an actual person again and not a lazy rat with a wheel of blue vein cheese. You would think that all it takes is that frame of mind, but there's nothing you can do about your sleep schedule if it's stayed to same for a couple of weeks. Supposedly I have to go to school tomorrow by waking up at 6 o'clock, but at 6 I'm usually getting ready to go to bed. Things can get so fucked up and I have no idea what to do for this week seeing as I'm going to lose a lot of sleep and energy.

Here's a pretty awesome song

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Rob Dougan - Furious Angels

Rob Dougan is a very unique kind of musician. On the surface, you hear his thundering, masculine voice angrily reciting lyrics, but underneath, there are hundreds of different trip-hop synths and orchestral beauty. Already in the first song, you are subject to verses like 
You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs
and there's no saving me.
And I can't get up,
from this wet crimson bed that you made for me.

All the way through Furious Angels there is pure heartbreaking emotion, even in instrumentals like Clubbed To Death. I guarantee that you have heard Clubbed To Death, as it was featured prominently in the film The Matrix. 

 Basically, nearly anyone will like Rob Dougan's music because it's so damn good.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Phillip Glass - Metamorphosis (I-V) and Glassworks


Find a pristine example of his music here;





It is honestly some beautiful stuff.
Here is a review my brother put up
and here is a modest, honest and promotional download of Metamorphosis 1-5
Mediafire Download
and here is a modest, honest and promotional download of Glassworks
Mediafire Download


Dislodged, spectral, deterring, disconsolate, bleak, expressive, oppressive, disturbed, pessimistic. These are words to describe black and white artwork in a very fitting way. I find depressive, black and white still life and portraiture the most interesting out of most. This kind of photography though is stereotyped, although not incorrectly either. Some pictures in the deep, dark depths of the interwebz portray the most irrational, silly humans whom share their melancholia with their taco-loving, wrist-slitting, hair-dying emo friends on tumblr.  Not to worry though because professional black and white pictures do exist and put emoisms in a good light. It must be the mental and visual depth that it creates. Often, the expressions are poised, stressed, sad and the objects are fitted elusively and intimately. The posture is also usually bent or dependent on it's surroundings (i.e. wall, floor) with limbs flayed lifelessly and head bowed at a 45 degree angle. The photo could just be a fence in a blank backdrop but with the simple projection of depth of field and rule of thirds and then you have yourself an intriguing image. Unlike most styles of portraiture, depressive portraits share many common characteristics, and that's what makes it so easy to relate to. If a photograph, not necessarily a portrait, has an apparent gloomy mentality through any point of interest, it might as well be considered an expressionist photograph. The primary and probably most important distinction is for the photograph to have a subliminal psychological reaction, if it doesn't, then try turning it into a pacific of white wash and dense black waves. To paint the picture, here are some core examples that explain how cool (and sometimes lame) this type of portraiture/still life is without the need of a single word.