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Saturday, 27 April 2013
Thursday, 25 April 2013
The Musician
This all looks pretty familiar...
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SHAUN FORREST
BRETT TURBERT
Transcript: Start +8 minutes
BRETT TURBERT
Transcript: Start +8 minutes
FORREST
…. I have a few ideas for Concept Albums.
…. I have a few ideas for Concept Albums.
TURBERT
Concept albums?
FORREST
Yeah, yeah. Albums around a theme, y'know?
Concept albums?
FORREST
Yeah, yeah. Albums around a theme, y'know?
TURBERT
Go on.
Go on.
FORREST
I was thinking that
there are a lot of albums out there that are just a compilation of
songs. Some of theme even ostensibly have broad themes or moods Which
is alright, nothing wrong with either of those. But I like the idea
of albums having themes... real cohesion...
TURBERT
So... what? Sort of like an album about a specific subject or -
So... what? Sort of like an album about a specific subject or -
FORREST
Yeah, like the first one might be about colour.
Yeah, like the first one might be about colour.
TURBERT
Colour?
FORREST
Yes... Colour... Each
song would be about a colour. All instrumental, or maybe only just a
few patches of vocals to help give the sensation, but the aim of each
song would be to make the listener think specifically about that
colour. And even if they don't think it, at least it might make them
think about the song, and why it is named as it is. If they can feel
the song, as it were, then my job is done.
TURBERT
Synaesthesia, yeah?
Make them feel or see as they hear?
FORREST
Something like that, yeah.
FORREST
Something like that, yeah.
TURBERT
So... Let's say Red. The song would be something powerful?
So... Let's say Red. The song would be something powerful?
FORREST
Yeah. Something that
hits hard, real power smash out, a belter. Then there might be Green.
Something a little more smooth, soothing.
TURBERT
Hang on a minute... When I think “Green”, I don't always think grass and trees and happiness.
Hang on a minute... When I think “Green”, I don't always think grass and trees and happiness.
FORREST
Hey?
TURBERT
Well, when people get sick, people say “You're looking a little green today.” A soothing song doesn't really represent what I think of when I think “Green”. In fact, I'd probably more think of a light blue, maybe sky blue sort of colour.
TURBERT
Well, when people get sick, people say “You're looking a little green today.” A soothing song doesn't really represent what I think of when I think “Green”. In fact, I'd probably more think of a light blue, maybe sky blue sort of colour.
FORREST
Oooh... good point. Maybe there'd be a few songs dedicated to different types of the one colour.
Oooh... good point. Maybe there'd be a few songs dedicated to different types of the one colour.
TURBERT
Ahh... that'd be pretty cool. So a darker red might be war, anger, power, where a lighter brighter red might be happiness or love. Yeah, I can see that working.
Ahh... that'd be pretty cool. So a darker red might be war, anger, power, where a lighter brighter red might be happiness or love. Yeah, I can see that working.
FORREST
Yeah, nice idea. Then
maybe you have a song at the beginning or end of the album and call
it “Colour” or “Rainbow” or whatever the album is to be
called. Make it a bit of a mashup of all of the songs.
TURBERT
Sort of like you are
travelling audibly through the rest of the album or the theme?
FORREST
Exactly! It would work
with other themes too. Think of the Solar System.
TURBERT
The Planets?
FORREST
Yeah. I don't know
whether you would include the Sun or not, but I suppose it is there -
TURBERT
Wouldn't be here without it.
Wouldn't be here without it.
FORREST
Fair enough. So make a song about the Sun. Big, powerful, heavy hitting, but maybe an optimistic one too. Like you said, wouldn't be here without it so it probably has to feel positive. Then Mercury would be a small quick song. It's a desolate world, so make it a short and sharp song that leaves the listener in a wake of destruction.
Fair enough. So make a song about the Sun. Big, powerful, heavy hitting, but maybe an optimistic one too. Like you said, wouldn't be here without it so it probably has to feel positive. Then Mercury would be a small quick song. It's a desolate world, so make it a short and sharp song that leaves the listener in a wake of destruction.
TURBERT
What about Venus? It's a planet with a very thick swirling atmosphere. Super hot and completely inhospitable. Another destructive song there?
What about Venus? It's a planet with a very thick swirling atmosphere. Super hot and completely inhospitable. Another destructive song there?
FORREST
Eh... Yes and no. See, it would have to also sound kind of beautiful too. I mean... It's Venus, goddess of love and lust.
Eh... Yes and no. See, it would have to also sound kind of beautiful too. I mean... It's Venus, goddess of love and lust.
TURBERT
Perhaps more like the sirens of the Greek myths then: Sounds beautiful to begin with but ends up turbulent or destructive, or maybe it sounds beautiful but if you listen closer you hear that it is mostly made up of discordant sounds that just happen to sound good when you hear it together.
Perhaps more like the sirens of the Greek myths then: Sounds beautiful to begin with but ends up turbulent or destructive, or maybe it sounds beautiful but if you listen closer you hear that it is mostly made up of discordant sounds that just happen to sound good when you hear it together.
FORREST
Oh, I like that. How about Earth? Something optimistic surely. Progressive, for sure. Maybe a big build up and then a nice happy drop.
Oh, I like that. How about Earth? Something optimistic surely. Progressive, for sure. Maybe a big build up and then a nice happy drop.
TURBERT
Mars?
Mars?
FORREST
I don't know... It's kinda small, but you also have to think of the God of War it is named after. So maybe something with that mashes the two together. Jupiter would come up after that.
I don't know... It's kinda small, but you also have to think of the God of War it is named after. So maybe something with that mashes the two together. Jupiter would come up after that.
TURBERT
Not the Asteroid Belt?
Not the Asteroid Belt?
FORREST
Huh... yeah, maybe. An airy sort of a song that makes you think of a large empty place.
Huh... yeah, maybe. An airy sort of a song that makes you think of a large empty place.
TURBERT
Ha, yeah. Man, Hollywood has it all wrong there.
Ha, yeah. Man, Hollywood has it all wrong there.
FORREST
Yeah. Maybe just a silent track or static for a minute.
Yeah. Maybe just a silent track or static for a minute.
TURBERT
Heh heh heh... Jupiter? Big and Powerful again?
Heh heh heh... Jupiter? Big and Powerful again?
FORREST
Yeah, but also kinda stately... I don't know. Royal. King of the Planets, y'know?
Yeah, but also kinda stately... I don't know. Royal. King of the Planets, y'know?
TURBERT
Yeah. Maybe orchestral, hey? Saturn has to be a big beautiful anthem song, right?
FORREST
Absolutely. Huge, sweeping melody that makes you feel good. Maybe a trance song that keeps you enraptured.
Yeah. Maybe orchestral, hey? Saturn has to be a big beautiful anthem song, right?
FORREST
Absolutely. Huge, sweeping melody that makes you feel good. Maybe a trance song that keeps you enraptured.
TURBERT
So... Uranus. A joke song, right?
So... Uranus. A joke song, right?
FORREST
Nah. If I wanted a joke song, I'd call it “Pluto”, or probably just make a song after “Neptune” and call it “Fuck you, you're not a real planet anyway”.
Nah. If I wanted a joke song, I'd call it “Pluto”, or probably just make a song after “Neptune” and call it “Fuck you, you're not a real planet anyway”.
TURBERT
*laughs* Yeah, that'd
be good. What would you do for Uranus then?
FORREST
Don't know... It's a strange planet, sits on its side. So maybe something that jars the listener. Discordant. Looks kinda pretty though, so nothing too strange.
FORREST
Don't know... It's a strange planet, sits on its side. So maybe something that jars the listener. Discordant. Looks kinda pretty though, so nothing too strange.
TURBERT
Neptune... Cold and distant.
Neptune... Cold and distant.
FORREST
Yeah, make it feel like it is the last song in the universe. Slow and ponderous, long and drawn out. Make the listener feel lonely, desolate, isolated.
Yeah, make it feel like it is the last song in the universe. Slow and ponderous, long and drawn out. Make the listener feel lonely, desolate, isolated.
TURBERT
Wow... That's pretty
cool.
FORREST
Yeah. Pretty good ideas, don't you think?
TURBERT
Yeah.
So... have you ever thought of... y'know... learning an instrument, or a music making program, or even how to read and write music?
FORREST
Pfft... nuh. Too hard and time consuming, I don't really have a musical bone in my body. Just thought it would be a good idea.
TURBERT
But... ideas, man! Ideas!
FORREST
Yes, but laziness pays off now.
Yeah. Pretty good ideas, don't you think?
TURBERT
Yeah.
So... have you ever thought of... y'know... learning an instrument, or a music making program, or even how to read and write music?
FORREST
Pfft... nuh. Too hard and time consuming, I don't really have a musical bone in my body. Just thought it would be a good idea.
TURBERT
But... ideas, man! Ideas!
FORREST
Yes, but laziness pays off now.
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Goldfields Writer's Group - Fictionalise an Experience
Here's hoping that this is the beginning of a return.
I joined Goldfields Writer's Group just before my holiday.
They have "homework".
This month's task:
Fictionalise something that has happened to you in the Goldfields. Word
limit is 300 words (prose or poetry acceptable).
So... as follows...
***
The air was thick and foetid, and the noise loud and confusing. The floor of the dark cave alternated between slippery and sticky. The narrow exit I passed through led to an opening that was surrounded by large boulders. Some were smooth, others had much growth on them. Many were darkly coloured, seeming to hide away from the light. There were a few, however, that seemed to catch the dim light... as if they were luminescent. Many had intricate patterns drawn on, or possibly inscribed or carved into their surfaces. I dared not touch to find out, for this area screamed “Danger”.
This was such an unnatural place.
I rounded a corner and thought I could spy the prize, the reason I came here, but it was hard to see. I rounded another corner of boulders.
There: A ledge of dead wood glowed. Perhaps I could view things more clearly from there?
I pressed forward. The rocks seemed to crowd around me. Were they hiding something?
Mere metres from the ledge, I took a breath in and made my final movements. The light here was much brighter, but still unnatural... artificial.
I stood just behind the ledge and I could see almost everything.
It was exactly what I came here for.
Threads of gold... silver... copper... obsidian... stretching delicately towards mounds of gold. On top of each of these mounds, small artefacts. Rubies.
A sight to behold. A most unique place in the middle of the desert. The few who had come here before had extolled this incomparable place.
And yet, something did not feel right about this.
I was not terribly comfortable here.
It is rude to stare, so I raised my head and, with a smile, I said:
“Bundy and Coke, please.”
I joined Goldfields Writer's Group just before my holiday.
They have "homework".
This month's task:
Fictionalise something that has happened to you in the Goldfields. Word
limit is 300 words (prose or poetry acceptable).
So... as follows...
***
The air was thick and foetid, and the noise loud and confusing. The floor of the dark cave alternated between slippery and sticky. The narrow exit I passed through led to an opening that was surrounded by large boulders. Some were smooth, others had much growth on them. Many were darkly coloured, seeming to hide away from the light. There were a few, however, that seemed to catch the dim light... as if they were luminescent. Many had intricate patterns drawn on, or possibly inscribed or carved into their surfaces. I dared not touch to find out, for this area screamed “Danger”.
This was such an unnatural place.
I rounded a corner and thought I could spy the prize, the reason I came here, but it was hard to see. I rounded another corner of boulders.
There: A ledge of dead wood glowed. Perhaps I could view things more clearly from there?
I pressed forward. The rocks seemed to crowd around me. Were they hiding something?
Mere metres from the ledge, I took a breath in and made my final movements. The light here was much brighter, but still unnatural... artificial.
I stood just behind the ledge and I could see almost everything.
It was exactly what I came here for.
Threads of gold... silver... copper... obsidian... stretching delicately towards mounds of gold. On top of each of these mounds, small artefacts. Rubies.
A sight to behold. A most unique place in the middle of the desert. The few who had come here before had extolled this incomparable place.
And yet, something did not feel right about this.
I was not terribly comfortable here.
It is rude to stare, so I raised my head and, with a smile, I said:
“Bundy and Coke, please.”
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Mid Week Microscopy - 006 - Half Dead Leaf
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