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Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
The Apathy Principle
September 2000 in a field in County Durham. Silent John, The Guru and myself were attending a motorcycle rally. Having arrived late on the Friday night, they dragged me off to the beer tent to enable me to reach the same level of inebriation in as little time as possible. "White Stallion"was the name of the brew I believe, and it was served in a two litre plastic bottle with child poof locking caps. It should have been just like any other rally, arrive Friday night, get wasted, spend Saturday recovering in time for the evening session etc etc., and indeed, that seem to be the path that was emerging.
Having procured ourselves much Stallion to imbibe, we found that we became the inheritors of all the candles and flares that had been left behind as people drifted off into the night, intoxication having taken took its toll. In the glow of the candles the theory of the Apathy Principle began to coalesce. None of us can pinpoint what triggered the discussion, it was like so many a drunken conversation, meandering from the sublime to the ridiculous much as an inebriate stumbles down the road. It was probably a comment along the lines that one of us couldn't be bothered to get up and go to bed, followed by another of us saying they couldn't be bothered to drink any more, that led to the revelation: You only do something because it's the most apathetic thing to do! On the face of it this may seem a nonsensical contradiction, and one has to understand the mechanics of our thinking at 2 a.m. on that September morning, so let us consider the options that were presented to this drunken trinity: 1.Continue drinking the White Stallion.
On the face of it the most viable option. However, take into consideration that at 2pm on a Saturday morning an empty marquee tends to get rather chilly. So you have to ask yourself
"Can I be arsed to stay here?"
Having procured ourselves much Stallion to imbibe, we found that we became the inheritors of all the candles and flares that had been left behind as people drifted off into the night, intoxication having taken took its toll. In the glow of the candles the theory of the Apathy Principle began to coalesce. None of us can pinpoint what triggered the discussion, it was like so many a drunken conversation, meandering from the sublime to the ridiculous much as an inebriate stumbles down the road. It was probably a comment along the lines that one of us couldn't be bothered to get up and go to bed, followed by another of us saying they couldn't be bothered to drink any more, that led to the revelation: You only do something because it's the most apathetic thing to do! On the face of it this may seem a nonsensical contradiction, and one has to understand the mechanics of our thinking at 2 a.m. on that September morning, so let us consider the options that were presented to this drunken trinity: 1.Continue drinking the White Stallion.
On the face of it the most viable option. However, take into consideration that at 2pm on a Saturday morning an empty marquee tends to get rather chilly. So you have to ask yourself
"Can I be arsed to stay here?"
2.Retire to your tent.
This is the other option. However, you have reached a stage where you are finding it difficult to speak, let alone manage to stand up, so the act of rising and heading towards your sleeping place is a gargantuan task. So you have to ask yourself
"Can I be bothered to get up?"
The point where the decision is made is when one option is the most apathetic course to take, and the other option becomes hard work by comparison.So, around 2 a.m., the Apathy level would be tipped in favour of the first option, as getting up would seem to be an almost impossible task for which the exertion does not equal the rewards. However, gradually, over an indefinite period of time, the act of staying and drinking would require more and more effort, to a point where the Apathy level would increase in the direction of the second option.
Naturally this theory needs more development but, well...........
Thursday, 14 January 2010
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Sunday, 3 January 2010
Saturday, 2 January 2010
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Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Ghosts in A Burning City : Red State Sound System
Driving a ragtop Malibu down Las Vegas Boulevard with Don and Frank has obviously left its mark on Joshua Ellis’ and his newly released “Ghosts in A Burning City” album.
There is a sound of sun permeating the whole album, whether it be the bastardized version of Boys of Summer skewed by exposure to the midday Nevada sun which is the opening track “Scatterlings and Refugees”, the hazy ambience of “Airport Terminal” or the overcooked manic guitar on “Divine Intervention”, with dust devils harassing the old Chevy as we desperately try to get out of the city. It’s there lurking in the background of the menacing “Berlin Floor Show”, but this isn’t lets get bronzed sun, oh no this is your gonna get burned, you’re gonna get burned real bad, and your gonna love it! The bleached bones of Cohen and Waits lie supine in the desert sun throughout the minimalist "Not in this world.." before being strung up ang juiced by the cybersound of "Scarecrow", whilst "The Secret King of Africa" punctuates the soundtrack like some delirious hallucination bought on by a cocktail of too much sun and a few too many tequilas whilst
"Every hour wounds" pares the sound down to a post punk ditty with echoes of the Pixies (and all descendants thereof) but not before a nod and a wink to the best of the british new wave.
The title track drips vitriol as Joshua rips into the fallacy of Hollywood's Vegas that has been fed to us, but has to be listened in conjunction with "Sleeping in Flame", which tempers that emotion, adding an air of desperate melancholy to the mix.
In my opinion Mr Ellis leaves the best till last "Coda:Requiem for a Diplomat". A lament in three four time well suited to Joshuas vocal delivery with well crafted lyrics and a brilliant arrangement. For this track alone the minstrel deserves rewarding with filthy lucre.
Ghosts in A Burning City is available via http://www.redstatesoundsystem.com/
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