Friday, January 21, 2011
In continuation of wetland areas, a moor is "A broad area of open land, often high but poorly drained, with patches of heath and peat bogs."* You get the feeling of stagnancy and splotchy terrain. Maybe a toad peeps his eyes out of the muddy earth. Insects buzzing when not landing. Stagnancy. Not much happening. "Things We Lost in the Fire" by the early 90's-still running band Low is beauty stripped down to bare minimums. Perhaps the whole house was lost in the fire, and cattails were resurrected in it's stead. The broken water pipes drenched the ground here and there, housing new ecosystems by integrating surfaces. And the forgotten souls harmoniously croon their tales of sensitive sorrows and macabre memories.
Monday, January 10, 2011
I have homework to do but I work better under stress anyway. Sitting here listening to rega, a groovy (post/math?) rock band. I think they have two cds: Rondorina and Million. Who cares they sound good, so listen, enjoy, and relax.
|rega - Rondorina (2008)|
Posted by KnownUnknown at 11:05 PM
It's a baby blog! This is (will be) a music/art/media blog. Whatever catches my eye I'll probably put up here. It's a new year so I thought I should do something new and since I'm online a lot why not this right? Like I said check frequently, you never know what I'll put up here!
Posted by KnownUnknown at 10:55 PM