strange how potent cheap music is
Everyone loves sunsets. I've got a sunset photo on Flickr, which some of you may (or may not) remember. It has every cliche in the book - waves rumbling across the frame, the low duck-yolk sun catching the Statue of Liberty in silhouette and setting her torch on fire.
Not long ago, I looked in on my Flickr account and discovered to my horror that it was the photo most people seemed interested in, paying scant heed to the ones I actually thought a scrap interesting.
I suppose it's a decent enough shot, but it's almost like that Muse concert next year, if you know what I mean, all the OTT sound and fury that would be funny if they weren't taking themselves so seriously, and which is even less funny because everyone is currently falling over themselves to fork out close to a hundred dollars to see them.
But I digress. Sunsets have been in short supply lately (do they ever run out of water up there?) so perhaps I might view this one more kindly now.
Changi Beach, July 2006
And there are bad covers one hates, like Franz Ferdinand ripping apart - uh, I mean ripping through Pulp's Mis-shapes (like, that is sacred, you just don't touch a song like that) like a bunch of lads who've had one too many; and bad covers that make one wonder, case in point being Nirvana struggling through Seasons in the Sun with Kurt Cobain on drums, Dave Grohl on bass and Krist Novoselic on guitar. That they are clearly unfamiliar with the instruments is obvious, but it is instead always tempting to read a certain hesitation in the face of mortality, in how they've chosen to stumble through a song everyone takes for granted.
Nirvana - Seasons in the Sun
Strange how potent cheap music is.
- Noel Coward, Private Lives
Not long ago, I looked in on my Flickr account and discovered to my horror that it was the photo most people seemed interested in, paying scant heed to the ones I actually thought a scrap interesting.
I suppose it's a decent enough shot, but it's almost like that Muse concert next year, if you know what I mean, all the OTT sound and fury that would be funny if they weren't taking themselves so seriously, and which is even less funny because everyone is currently falling over themselves to fork out close to a hundred dollars to see them.
But I digress. Sunsets have been in short supply lately (do they ever run out of water up there?) so perhaps I might view this one more kindly now.
Changi Beach, July 2006
And there are bad covers one hates, like Franz Ferdinand ripping apart - uh, I mean ripping through Pulp's Mis-shapes (like, that is sacred, you just don't touch a song like that) like a bunch of lads who've had one too many; and bad covers that make one wonder, case in point being Nirvana struggling through Seasons in the Sun with Kurt Cobain on drums, Dave Grohl on bass and Krist Novoselic on guitar. That they are clearly unfamiliar with the instruments is obvious, but it is instead always tempting to read a certain hesitation in the face of mortality, in how they've chosen to stumble through a song everyone takes for granted.
Nirvana - Seasons in the Sun
Strange how potent cheap music is.
- Noel Coward, Private Lives