Sometimes words are not required. They get in the way, detract from the shiny attractions of where we’re headed. And beyond this uncomfortable relationship with words – “I hate their immediacy,” he’d say; “their cheap benevolence, their over-familiarity” – there’s always the issue that, as soon as the hangover subsides, it’s time to start the drinking again.
“You drink too much,” my physician once told me.
“You try doing my job without accruing a few small vices,” I replied. “I don’t drive around the airport perimeter in a golf buggy, shooting at flocks of avian interlopers, for fun, you know.”
But that was a lie – I do perform my duties for fun, not remuneration. And as with invasive surgery and base jumping, it’s even more enjoyable when off your tits.
I feel the need to reinforce the perception that this isn’t a music blog. Thus: two tracks today. “Welcome to Lunar Industries” is from the soundtrack to Moon, one of those films that’s a delight to stumble upon, cerebral science-fiction with a stellar performance from Sam Rockwell. Clint Mansell is responsible for the soundtrack; If you’ll forgive the triple negative in the next statement: I’m yet to see a film of which the music is Mansell’s responsibility, and not felt that the atmosphere hasn’t been utterly enhanced by the audio. But then again, I haven’t seen Black Swan…
Music #2 comes courtesy of the Shortwave Set, a track from their second album Replica Sun Machine. It’s a record that’s practically lived on the Lazer Guided Melody turntable since its release a few years back. New material soon, please guys.
Enjoy…and mine’s a pint.