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Andy
02 March 2011 @ 05:18 pm
Since my life is taken up almost exclusively by school and writing occasionally for Mess + Noise, Inpress or ToneDeaf (all of which you can find at my blogspot linked to above, latest entry an interview with Belle and Sebastian!) I've decided to turn my LiveJournal, at least temporarily, into my thesis diary.

The topic of my thesis is -

Using a naturopathic philosophical model, how does psychoneuroimmunology enable further understanding of chronic stress responses, and what is its relevance in clinical practice?


Here are my first few entries.

February 14: Begin my summer intensive class Principles of Social Research Design’ which encourages us to keep a diary during the creation of our theses. I’m glad to see this class also focuses on us coming up with our thesis question and allows us to workshop each student’s question. After getting to know some of the other students I feel I’ve been wasting quite a bit of summer on a futile earlier question about an ethnographic study of the NDI Clinic in Nicaragua which Hans Baer encouraged me to do late last year. Over summer I found there was no funding for a Master’s thesis and the clinic itself was undergoing restructuring and they wouldn’t be able to accommodate me at the clinic. Though I (and Hans) was very keen to pursue exploring the role of naturopathy in a developing country, this setback has led me to approach another subject, one that is even more useful to the general population; psychoneuroimmunology. After the first lesson I set up an appointment with James to ask him to be my supervisor to which he quickly responds asking me to see him in a few days. This is great! I think the idea of stress socialisation, Foucault, the individualisation of the stress response and naturopathic philosophy is more his bag that Hans, who seems to be better suited to studying the effect of climate change on health and the ideologies around integrative health, areas I of course would love to study further, but not right now or as part of my thesis. Ideally, I’d like to study a PhD next year somewhere overseas and would like my Masters thesis to be a stepping stone to that.


February 18: I have an appointment with James to hammer out a thesis question. I’m 20 minutes late for my appointment because of bus and tram difficulties and because my interview with Ninja from The Go! Team went a little longer than I planned. I imagine this won’t be the last time music gets in the way of me being able to be a better student, but this is the compromise I’ve set myself. I’m sure in the long run I’ll be a better practitioner, researcher and teacher because of all this extra-curricular spontaneous and unpredictable life experience. Creativity HAS to be practiced alongside more academic, structured research to allow better insights and more interesting models of thought. James is, as always, calm yet caffeinated, rational and slightly dazzling in a modest, avuncular way. I explain my intended areas of study and he pushes me more into the direction of the social structure of a disorder, like chronic fatigue syndrome and more into the theoretical world, because this is more his ‘bag’ and I do find this very interesting and relevant, but I want to keep things more practical. This is where PNI is so useful; being at the point of social and personal, medical and anthropological. Our meeting is brief but I feel slack for turning up late so, as soon as I’ve dashed off my interview and another gig review, I decide to set out my thoughts more rationally.


February 22: I realise that I want to focus on a combination of stress response, the suitability of naturopathy in addressing a generalised stress response and I want to plug this research in to something clinical so it’s not just theoretical. There is an inherent need to understand this area better so as to help everyone. I can’t think of anything more appropriate for someone studying naturopathy to know about. The stress response is so ubiquitous and so individualised and it is something that biomedicine has always struggled with, indeed, often ignoring until recently, that it fulfils another of my criteria; focus on something that naturopathy is especially good at dealing with. Today I decide that I won’t focus on a condition such as bulimia, chronic fatigue syndrome or an auto-immune disorder. Stress is more often undiagnosed and pervasive than presenting itself as part of a diagnosed complaint and I think my research can be more useful when looking at the individualisation of the stress response than any one condition. I email off this brain dump to James under the title My Thesis Overview in which I draught a thesis outline, a brief lit review and settle on the question: ‘Using naturopathic philosophical principals, how does psychoneuroimmunology enable further understanding of chronic stress responses and what is its relevance in clinical practice?’. This is a really long question but it does cover everything I want to cover in my research and James seems to like it, emailing me back: ‘I’ve had a flick through and this will form the basis of a very thorough discussion. Looks interesting’ which is great. I think he liked the idea of my inclusion of the Romantic scientific movement and their tussles with the Enlightenment which has a lot of scope for philosophical arguing and anthropological analysis, something I’m looking forward to.


February 24: I present my newly redrafted question to the Principles of Social Research class and prepare to have my question picked apart and redressed, or, at the very least, be told off for sneaking two questions into one. It now reads: ‘Using a naturopathic philosophical model, how can psychoneuroimmunology enable further understanding of chronic stress responses, and what is its relevance in clinical practice?’ Happily, my question is deemed as well-constructed and passes with no changes made to it at all. Marilys points out that I’m going to mainly focus on the interplay between naturopathic philosophical model and PNI with almost the last section of the thesis actually focused on clinical use and practical application which isn’t what I set out but is a great idea. Even better, Marilys points out that this is essentially a literature review for a PhD involving empirical study into the same area and I thrill at the thought of being able to improve my PhD application by about 2 kilos.


March 1: I begin to look at the core of PNI and go over the main points of it and remind myself how it works. Most students have a practical job in the health field already and get to use biochemical and pathophysiology knowledge every day. I’m really behind on this and decide that I have to set myself an essay on the Explanation of the Biochemistry of PNI, so that I can explain it to my peers who occasionally ask me about it. I already know what it is and how it works, but not well enough at a biochemical level. I do enjoy having to explain my thesis to my non-peer friends as it gives me a chance to reconsider it and get to know it a little better. A thesis, as with work, should be an extension of your own passions, not a toad that squats on your life, as Larkin was suggesting.
 
 
Did I write this at my desk or in bed?: desk!
And was feeling a bit: cheerfulcheerful
When I wrote this I was listening to: Gang of Four - Natural's Not In It | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
Andy
22 February 2011 @ 02:51 am
TOP TEN ALBUMS
1. Romance Is Boring LOS CAMPESINOS!
2. I See The Sign SAM AMIDON
3. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy KANYE WEST
4. High Violet THE NATIONAL
5. Innerspeaker TAME IMPALA
6. Love Connection LOVE CONNECTION
7. Here’s The Tender Coming THE UNTHANKS
8. Teen Dream BEACH HOUSE
9. Bande Magnetique NINETYNINE
10. Crazy For You BEST COAST

TOP FIVE SONGS
1. Tightrope JANELLE MONAE
2. No Horizon THREE MONTH SUNSET
3. Runaway KANYE WEST
4. Woods NINETYNINE
5. Lost Cities of Gold LOVE CONNECTION
6. Bloodbuzz Ohio THE NATIONAL
7. I Didn’t See it Coming BELLE AND SEBASTIAN
8. Bummer ALEKS AND THE RAMPS
9. You’d Better Mind SAM AMIDON
10. Not In Love CRYSTAL CASTLES WITH ROBERT SMITH

BEST NEW ARTISTS
1. Janelle Monae
2. Love Connection
3. Tame Impala
4. Best Coast
5. The Drums

TOP FIVE INTERNATIONAL ARTIST GIGS
1. Al Green PALAIS THEATRE
2. Jonsi SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS
3. Pavement PALACE
4. Svavar Knutur WESLEY ANNE
5. Jens Lekman MY BACKYARD

TOP FIVE AUSTRALIAN ARTIST GIGS
1. Richard In Your Mind, Rat Vs Possum, Silver White Magic NORTHCOTE SOCIAL CLUB
2. Love Connection CAMP A LOW HUM
3. Pikelet, Love Connection, World’s End Press NORTHCOTE SOCIAL CLUB
4. Paul Kelly SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS
5. Denim Owl CAMP A LOW HUM

TOP FIVE RADIO SHOWS/PODCASTS
1. Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo’s Film Reviews BBC RADIO FIVE LIVE
2. Lime Champions RRR
3. Transference RRR
4. Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me NPR
5. Filmspotting CHICAGO PUBLIC RADIO

TOP FIVE TV SHOWS
1. Mad Men AMC
2. 30 Rock NBC
3. SBS World Cup coverage SBS
4. Bizzare Foods TRAVEL CHANNEL
5. At The Movies ABC

TOP FIVE MOVIES
1. Inception
2. Toy Story 3
3. The White Ribbon
4. The Red Chapel
5. Animal Kingdom

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES AWARD
Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs. From uniting millions of disaffected youth and finding hope in death (Funeral), to gloriously wallowing in American nihilism (Neon Bible) to whinging about ‘the kids’ and making suburban boredom sound pompous and unengaging.

MOST OVERLOOKED ALBUM OF 2009
Always On THE NATIVE CATS

QUOTE OF THE YEAR
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ (B-flat drone): From vuvuzelas, from iPhones, from people pretending to be vuvuzelas, from Youtube from Google...

PREDICTION FOR 2011
Harry Potter to provoke tears, world leaders to ignore climate science, The Social Network and The Kings Speech to win lots of Oscars, Animal Collective to disappoint while releasing a still-fantastic album, grime and dubstep to finally break through into the American mainstream via a white male artist, everyone to get the fuck over Lady Gaga while Bjork's next album is a glorious return to form.

Round Up in Words
Elsewhere, it's been written that 2010 was a year of musical disappointments. No instant classics (though some, including me, would argue Kanye's album is one for the ages) such as last year's Merriweather Post Pavilion (though that album's influence can be found throughout releases from new bands this year) and a lack of a uniting release likeFuneral, In An Aeroplane Over The Sea or Sound of Silver. There were some interesting returns to form for some old favourites (Belle and Sebastian, Ninetynine), some fresh surprises (Best Coast, The Drums) and a few overhyped disappointments (M.I.A, LCD Soundsystem, Arcade Fire).

Few would agree with my pick of Los Campesinos's release in the first week of 2010 as Album of 2010 but for me it held everything that a great album should. Ambition, risk-taking, a refusal to take easy options, honesty, unforced rebellion, breathtaking bravery, a total disregard for 'cool' and a wild, barely-controlled vital energy. You can map a journey from adolescent concerns on their debut through to intelligent self-reflection from their second release and an empowering facing up to adulthood and responsibility on this release. LC have no time for immature 30-somethings which Hollywood has recently fallen for. Though far from faultless, even when they stumble they do it with nobility and while striving for greatness.

Elsewhere it seemed there was no band in Melbourne without at least one floor tom more than comes with a drum kit. Rat Vs Possum, Love Connection, Pikelet, everyone who made a half-decent album seemed to feel the need to accentuate rhythm with a 14x16 inch drum. Whether this sticks around remains to be seen but there were an uncommonly fantastic amount of visually as well as aurally engaging gigs this year and it seems that 'tribal rhythms' along with hipster baiting were the defining flavours of music in Melbourne, as well as a gradual shift towards musicianship which is a welcome change from the style-driven flash-in-the-pans of recent years. Commercially though it was style (Lady Gaga, Ke$ha etc.) over substance (Janelle Monae), though of course one man drove an ego-charged tractor over all trends and preconceptions and showed that fearless ingenuity still exists, and sells records.

Overall, the undermining of hipsters and increasing use of Twitter etc peels away layers of artifice and pretense while forcing facades to run deeper. As a result, the loss of cool means that talent has to shine through if attention is going to remain. Exciting stuff for 2011.
 
 
When I wrote this I was listening to: Filmspotting w/ Adam & Matty - FS #336: The Eagle / Top 5 Relic Movies | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
Andy
03 December 2009 @ 08:13 am
Every year the local paper I write for asks me to do a big annual poll. Here are my results for this year's:

TOP TEN ALBUMS
1. Songs For Tuesdays SUMMER CATS
2. Merriweather Post Pavilion ANIMAL COLLECTIVE
3. The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart THE PAINS OF BEING PURE AT HEART
4. Hospice THE ANTLERS
5. All The Pleasures Of The World THE CRAYON FIELDS
6. The Glass Bead Game JAMES BLACKSHAW
7. Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix PHOENIX
8. By The Throat BEN FROST
9. Ashes Grammar A SUNNY DAY IN GLASGOW
10. We Need To Talk JESSICA SAYS

TOP FIVE SONGS
1. Two THE ANTLERS
2. 1901 PHOENIX
3. Antique Limb ALEKS AND THE RAMPS
4. My Girls ANIMAL COLLECTIVE
5. Party In The USA MILEY CYRUS

TOP FIVE ARTISTS OF THE YEAR
1. Summer Cats
2. The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart
3. Phoenix
4. The Crayon Fields
5. Aleks and the Ramps

TOP FIVE INTERNATIONAL ARTIST GIGS
1. Phoenix THE METRO
2. Spiritualised ATP MOUNT BULLER
3. The Ruby Suns CAMP A LOW HUM
4. Je Suis Animal THE NORTHCOTE SOCIAL CLUB
5. M83 PRINCE OF WALES

TOP FIVE AUSTRALIAN ARTIST GIGS
1. Thugquota CAMP A LOW HUM
2. Summer Cats, The Motifs, The Audiobooks THE BIRMINGHAM
3. Chapterfest THE TOTE
4. Pikelet CAMP A LOW HUM
5. Summer Cats, The Zebras OLD BAR

TOP FIVE RADIO SHOWS/PODCASTS
1. Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo’s Film Reviews BBC RADIO FIVE LIVE
2. Lime Champions RRR
3. Bluejuice PBS
4. Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me NPR
5. Adam and Joe BBC 6 MUSIC

TOP FIVE TV SHOWS
1. 30 Rock NBC
2. Bizarre Foods TRAVEL CHANNEL
3. John Safran’s Race Relations ABC1
4. Choose Your Own Adventure ABC1
5. Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations FOXTEL

TOP FIVE MOVIES
1. Ponyo
2. An Education
3. Let The Right One In
4. The Hurt Locker
5. Up

TOP FIVE ONLINE DESTINATIONS
1. Last.fm
2. Wikipedia
3. Mess and Noise
4. Facebook
5. intwinpeaks.com

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES AWARD (MOST OVER-HYPED)
Short Stack. Honestly guys, just…don’t. With any luck you’ll be doing The Bedroom Philosopher’s hair at the 2014 ARIAs.

THE HINDSIGHT AWARD (ALBUM THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN YOUR POLL LAST YEAR BUT WASN’T)
Sift The Noise SKIPPING GIRL VINEGAR

HIGHLIGHT(S) OF THE YEAR
Mount Buller ATP, Camp A Low Hum, the spate of great Australian films, being able to squeeze a reference to Twin Peaks into 45% of my interviews, getting a degree, the number of bands with the word Bear in their name (Bearhug, Bears! Bear In Heaven, Bipolar Bears, Grizzly Bear etc.)

QUOTE OF THE YEAR (DON’T FORGET THE SOURCE)
“Taylor I’m really happy for you and I’m gon’ let you finish but Beyonce had one of the best videos of ALL TIME.” - Kanye West

BEST MEDIA MOMENT
Susan Boyle singing I Dreamed A Dream; bringing a nation to its feet and tears to the eyes of millions of Youtube viewers.

PREDICTION FOR 2010
Creation of music that is more obviously influenced by the varices of the weather; more and more devastating fires, typhoons and volcanoes and survivors of these events creating equally intense music, a return to conservative governance in the UK, politicians to continue to fiddle while the planet burns, and the giraffe to be the band animal of 2010.

TOP FIVE ALBUMS OF THE LAST DECADE
1. Vespertine BJÖRK (2001)
2. Ágætis Byrjun SIGUR RÓS (2000)
3. The Concretes THE CONCRETES (2003)
4. Funeral ARCADE FIRE (2004)
5. Thunder, Lightning, Strike THE GO! TEAM (2004)

TOP FIVE SONGS OF THE LAST DECADE
1. The Modern Age EP THE STROKES (2001)
2. Hey Ya OUTKAST (2003)
3. House of Jealous Lovers THE RAPTURE (2002)
4. So Haunted CUT COPY (2007)
5. Hate To Say I Told You So THE HIVES (2000)

MOST EMBARRASSING MARK LEFT BY HUMANITY ON THE LAST DECADE
George W. Bush and all he stood for, and the sustained and mystifying success of reality TV shows.

IF THE NOUGHTIES WERE THE DECADE OF WASTING TIME SOCIAL NETWORKING, THE NEXT DECADE WILL BE KNOWN AS…
The age of Gaia’s revenge; if we won’t get off the computer then the world will find ways of making us via meteorological catastrophes. It will be terrifying and beautiful, like Björk.
 
 
Andy
22 November 2009 @ 08:25 pm
Dear Readers,

Though some of you may be all too familiar with the occasional postings I make on this site, and many of you are, mercifully, unaware of the years worth of blather you could discover by clicking on the 'older posts' link at the bottom of my home page, one thing you should know about me is this. I like Bjork.

This factoid, known only too well by my friends, is something I simply took for granted. Of COURSE she's safely atop my Most Listened To Artists on my last.fm page, yes of course there is a big poster of her on my wall, but this esteem had slipped in recent months, years even. Her voice has been so much part of the fabric of my life I scarcely questioned why. Truthfully, I still haven't bought her most recent album, Volta, so unimpressed was I by the download link I was given to review it for Inpress. Still, I made excuses - she's a busy mother, she's living in possibly the most distracting city in the world, New York, she's married, she's always made music for herself, this is where she's at, so what if I don't like it as much as anything else she's done?

The reason I'm thinking of her again is because I'm looking back over the decade and collating lists, another passion of mine tolerated with inestimable patience by those close to me. This time though, it's for the music paper I write for. What is my album of the decade. Though Bjork was, for me, unquestionably the artist of the 1990s, she's been somewhat distracted toward the end of this decade. However, she began it with one of the greatest albums of the last 25 years, Vespertine. An album only growing with regard as time passes. Drowned in Sound made it their 'Most Overlooked Album of our Lifetime' in 2006 and it's hard to find a reviewer who had a bad word to say on its release in August 2001 or now.

It's a rare insight into the life of Bjork, one that I barely felt privileged enough to take when I first read about its creation and her comments the music she was making, how it was a winter album, a domestic album full of intimate whirrs, clicks, the sound of shuffling cards, footsteps on snow, cracking ice, whispers and gentle harmonies with herself. It was to be called Domestica and it was the closest anyone could ever get to being with Bjork herself. Being with her would always be done on her terms and these were the most exclusive and beautiful terms imaginable.

Vespertine was the first album I ever heard as a pre-release album download; my first dip into piratical waters, one made when my friend, a beautiful gay guy I knew in Edinburgh called Stewart turned up at my flat one Saturday morning in late May with a smile and the flirtatious words "I've got a surprise for you, something you'll really like."
"Oh yeah? It takes a lot to surprise me," I replied nonchalantly wanting to play along.
"It's Bjork's new album," he said giving me a CD with some track names written on a yellow insert.
"Bullshit. That's not out for another..." but any sense of flirtatiousness, coolness or bravado vanished as I read the tracklisting, several names I recognised and this new technology, Stewart's kindness and the possibility of hearing Bjork's new album 6 months before it was due to be released all washed over me and I became and excited boy in a second.

The first thing I recalled saying as I sat in my bedroom, four years earlier listening to her previous album Homogenic for the first time was "I wonder what she'll do NEXT, now she's worked Trickey [her ex-boyfriend] out of her system."

It was even better than I had hoped to believe. It was, and is, a phenomenal album. Songs made only for herself, the sounds varied but the production always warm, the snow always at the window but the smell of fresh baking through the house; it's that evocative. The vocals are recorded almost as if she were whispering in my ear. The only ever time I took ecstasy the night ended with me curled up under a blanket listening to the song Cocoon on repeat for 3 hours with the volume on 1. It seemed, and still seems, the perfect way hear it; feeling it, being inside it alone with Bjork's whispered coos; it's that intimate.

I moved to the Shetland Islands for a month to give myself time away with a broken heart. My girlfriend moved back to Australia on the best terms possible, but I stayed behind determined that this adventure might have involved her but it was mine alone. I worked in a cafe and seal sanctuary every day and Vespertine reminds me vividly of the month I spent there. The crackling fire, neatly set tables, warm colours, animal skins, thick stone walls, bright sunshine, the sound of waves, the smell of the seals; it evokes it all with a mirror's accuracy. Vespertine gave me a nook to retreat to, as Bjork had to write about. No other album can manage this. Like the album I was resting mid-adventure, reflective but confident that the future will be coloured by more adventure, more geographic and introspective journeying and a more honed version of my art.

Bjork brings bravery to everything she does, partly the reason she is such an inspiration to me and so many others. The first time I heard her voice curl around the heavens rendering the chorus of The Sugarcubes' 'Birthday' I knew that no other voice had a mainline to my soul like hers. Right then, amidst a traffic jam on Hoddle Street, in a stinking hot summer January 1994 I knew I would follow her. Every step opened her up wider but this was the impossibly perfect rendering of her at her most simple and homely, with her guard down, not out partying in London and falling in love with Dominic Thrupp [Debut], traveling the world and falling in love with Tricky [Post], breaking up with Tricky and finding a new form of inner strength [Homogenic], this was her by herself just being.

There is enough written elsewhere about the beauty of the music boxes she had built, the choir arrangements, the poetry of the lyrics, the almost womb-like production and beautiful integration of Matmos's found sounds the gorgeous live rendering of the songs with a Greenlandic women's choir, Mark Bell's electronics and Matmos's live recreation of their contributions. This is, simply, my album of the 2000s.

These are my others:

2. Ágætis Byrjun SIGUR RóS (2000)
3. The Concretes THE CONCRETES (2004)
4. Thunder Lightning Strike THE GO! TEAM (2004)
5. Funeral ARCADE FIRE (2004)
6. Since I Left You THE AVALANCHES (2001)
7. Ys JOANNA NEWSOM (2006)
8. It’s Never Been Like That PHOENIX (2006)
9. Raise Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven GODSPEED YOU BLACK EMPEROR! (2000)
10.The Drift SCOTT WALKER (2006)
 
 
And was feeling a bit: calmcalm
When I wrote this I was listening to: Vespertine - Bjork
 
 
Andy
17 November 2009 @ 02:38 pm
Two  
The song 'Two' by The Antlers. It is the only song I've heard in years which wrenches at something repressed in me. It concerns the death of a child or girlfriend by bone cancer and describes in economical detail the relationship between the child and protagonist and the inevitable spiraling health and nature of the hospital where most of the song seems to take place.
Most people reading this would have a fairly benign response to hearing the song, in fact I can't find anyone online having the same catharsis from hearing it as me, but even as I listen to it for the 6th or 7th time I am broken to pieces. I wonder why this tears me up more than the passing of my father from cancer, why I cry now and not then, I'm sure it taps into the same place and separates my reaction from most of yours, but there is something to be said for living a messy complicated and having pain, every so often a glorious pathway to the inside opens up.

Purely as a reference point, these are some lyrics:

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'

So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.

There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up,
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds" and this all bears repeating.
 
 
Did I write this at my desk or in bed?: desk!
And was feeling a bit: gratefulgrateful
When I wrote this I was listening to: The Antlers - Two
 
 
Andy
11 October 2009 @ 10:44 pm
all i do is study these days. and develop a documentary about The Innocents. http://www.theinnocents.com.au. more will come later, after exams, after clinic, after pharmacology assignment, after business plan is submitted, after i graduate. that is, within six weeks.
 
 
Andy
20 September 2009 @ 01:55 am
So I was imagining my trip to Central America next year, Panama to be precise. I was really holding it in my mind and feeling the wet earth beneath my feet, smelling the verdant humidity in the forest and listening for the lapping of the gentle waves against the nearby mangrove-strewn beach. I was walking along a path that followed the shore past some large rocks, when I came upon a figure sitting nearby, facing away from me, a thin, wiry figured clad entirely in fresh white linen, looking out to sea.

I felt a little surprised to see someone sitting so silently and still and, at first I decided not to disturb them. Curiosity got the better of me, I walked behind them to see what they were looking at. The figure turned to look at me.
It was Michael Jackson.
I drew my breath sharply. Instantly I couldn't believe it could be anyone else, but simultaneously, I literally couldn't comprehend it.
"You," I whispered with all the air I could muster.
He nodded silently. "It's nice here isn't it?" He asked quietly in his voice, higher in pitch than I expected and a little husky.
I returned the nod, not knowing what to say. I found some space on the rock next to him and sat down, limbs trembling nervously, heart pounding silently praying he wouldn't ask me to leave him be.
"I haven't spoken in so long," he said with a smile. "It's nice."
"So. May I ask how did you came to be here? Do you know this place?" I breathed also a little more tremulous than I was expecting.
"No," he replied after a pause. "I just couldn't live the way I was any longer. I knew the only way I could get out was to fake my own death and just disappear." He turned to me and smiled. "You know, it's so nice to talk to someone new, someone who isn't a friend of a friend or some professional or expert looking to add my name to their list of clients and rip me off. All my life," he paused and swallowed, "all my life I've felt I can never really feel or do anything for myself. This is my chance I thought. I came up with the idea myself and executed it to perfection. I miss Jermaine and Tito, LaToya and Janet of course, and the boys, but I know I can be a better father to them once I have some time away. I know I can't keep this secret forever, but, to survive. I had to do it."

"Thank you for telling me all of this Michael. I really do feel privileged that you can tell me all this. I said nervously looking for a stick or a stone or something to occupy my hands, my body still tingling from the adrenaline of actually being this close to someone who was closer to myth than reality.
"I've met a lot of people in my time, and I can tell you're one of the good ones," he smiled before gazing back to the gentle sea. "I could never really be close to the good ones, never really get to know them. That's why I liked spending time with people and animals, free spirits, people would always think the worst and no one could ever really be themselves around me. It's a curse you know?"
I nodded, of course having no idea of what a lifetime like that must be like. "Brooke understood. Man, it broke my heart to hear about the memorial," he said with a deep breath. "I knew I couldn't turn back though. This is my chance you know? My chance to actually live. I knew there was all this love for me out there and that was my fuel. If I could make these people happy, it would be enough. I could get by. But in the end it was more about pleasing the people around me. Everyone wants you to succeed sure, but no one really cares about what you actually want. I just want what everyone else does. To be free."
"Do you feel that now?"
He nodded slowly. "You know, I think I do."
"I'm so glad. That's the least you deserve," I said, choking up.

I didn't want to ask about the logistics of his fake death, it seemed somehow disrespectful and the last thing he'd want to think about right now.
We sat in silence, both of us sad and happy in equal measure.
A wind picked up on the sea and a cool breeze blew over us. Michael shivered.
"Where are you staying?" I asked quietly.
"I've found a small island near here," he said. "I read once that one of the few places in the world where people didn't know me was here, the Kuna Yala islands. And its true. I've maybe met a dozen locals and though we can't communicate, they're so kind and generous. I pay them a little and they bring me food and marijuana which helps the pain, I don't need that so much anymore though. They don't judge. The good ones don't judge. I even go to church with them."
"That's so wonderful," I heard myself say, inwardly recoiling at the mawkishness of it.
"You know it really is, it's the best thing I could have done. I just wish I could bring the boys here. Perhaps I will."
"I bet they'd love it," I agreed.

"It would be so wonderful, to live how our ancestors did, so happily and in harmony. To feel the sun and the land. Don't you think that seems right? The greatest yet simplest challenge a man could face? To return to the place where his deepest oldest soul was first born?"
I reflected on this strange turn for a moment, considering how far removed he had become, as far removed as any man could be. While I felt the righteousness in what he wanted to do, the image of Michael plowing fields and making bread seemed at first slightly strange but something I could feel would bring him a deep happiness. He seemed to sense my reluctance to agree.
"Oh," he looked downcast. "You don't think I can do it?"
"Well, I think if you could do that you may in fact be the most amazing man who ever lived. And yes, I think you can," I smiled, for the first time looking into his eyes. "If anyone knows about working hard and achieving what you want it's you."
He paused a while, taking in the sentiment. "Thank you."
It was getting colder now. We both shivered again as the wind changed direction. The sunlight gleamed dully on the placid waters. The shadow of a nearby mangrove stretched over us imperiously.
 
 
Andy
Ah. "The best". According to most modern rock historians this is the greatest album ever released (give or take the odd Pet Sounds, Dark Side Of The Moon, or, if 2007's BBC poll is to be believed, Oasis's Definitely Maybe). Genre-redefining, archetypal, seminal, analysed to death and hyped to maniacal lengths by fans and writers; anybody who wonders where modern rock begins is told to start here. Sgt. Peppers has been long-heralded as the last example of the band working like a team, as the pinnacle of The Beatles' musical talents, song-writing abilities and the last example of unclouded communication between the members. It's the supreme model of analogue recording by pioneering producer / genius / 5th member George Martin and an album still mined by bands claiming to be representative of today's youth - if you want to be a musical success, start studying here. This is it, the first and best 'concept album' and the greatest collection of songs ever committed to vinyl or etched into disc, end of story.

Bollocks.

This overblown testament to pomposity and slackly-edited grandiosity is a mockery of music and self-indulgence almost without exception. With George Martin at your side, a record label kowtowing to any whim, tens of millions of people agreeing with every grunt and suggestion you make and Abbey Road at your disposal, how could you blow it? Even The Beatles themselves realised how far up their own arses they had crawled by going back to basics for their following, untitled and infinitely superior album (later called The White Album). Take, for example, the ridiculously egotistical cover in which they place themselves amongst and ahead of Albert Einstein, Aldous Huxley, Karlheinz Stockhausen and Marlon Brando in some visual assessment of the 20th Century they had to be talked into doing (McCartney preferring an acid-drenched picture by Dutch art collective The Fool). It wasn't for nothing that one of their manager's last requests was "brown paper bags for Sergeant Peppers".

Let's look at the music. A Day In The Life ("one of the most ambitious, influential, and groundbreaking works in music history" according to biographer Allen W. Pollack) is sub-Larkin free-form poetry and it's "genius" is an idea any idiot who's been stoned in India could have come up with: "I know," *inhales* "Let's get, like...an orchestra right, *exhales* and just get them to go mad for a bit, then...then, right...*inhales* we get some grand pianos and five guys to play E-major at the same time!" *exhales* "That would be like...totally amazing." *falls into fit of giggles*.
The only thing The Beatles have over that guy is the tenacity, money, and leverage to actually DO it. Not only that, but then record themselves saying "there will never be another" backwards and putting it on the run-out groove of the record. Man, Lennon is probably still laughing at how we all fell for it.

She's Leaving Home aside, misogyny lingers through this album in a way only The Troggs and The Stones can match. Lovely Rita is a Carry-On ode to a working woman who may or may not be up for some hot threesome action after dinner; "I got the bill, Rita paid it / Took her home, I nearly made it / Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two...give us a wink and make me think of you" is clearly some harmless fun, and her character not worth developing any further. Only four woman make it to the album cover of 70-odd people (Diana Dors, Marilyn Monroe, Shirley Temple and Mae West - hardly revolutionary material) and it's not until now, when harp player Sheila Bromberg is used, that we see a female involved with a Beatles record at all. With girls such a regular subject and even previously used for point-of-view songs, it's ironic. the irony too of Lennon expecting us to believe "Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle Of Wight - if it's not too dear / We shall scrimp and save", seems to have been lost on people at the time.

What the Beatles fans were given was one giant fabrication of blinding colours and "more is more" theory. Only Harrison's much-maligned Within You And Without You and She's Leaving Home are in possession of any humanity or warmth. The rest is, at best, an exercise in excess and trickery, and at worst, an act of thinly-disguised disdain for an audience who would shortly be given a more obvious picture of the bollocks of John Lennon on the cover of his Two Virgins album.
This was the first album to be termed a 'concept album' (i.e: the album is unified by a theme, in this case playing the part of a club band), no singles (making any listener have to purchase the album if they liked a song), and marks the beginning of bands avoiding contact with their audience and making music for a loftier intent than several minutes of fun. One of Sgt. Peppers' more notable achievements is to almost single-handedly be responsible for legitimising unbridled egotism in artists, patronising and expensive 'event' performances and gargantuan recording budgets that effectively ruined popular music for the following decade, until punk grabbed it by it's over-sized lapels and brought it back to earth with a Glasgow kiss.

While it's true the Beatles couldn't be blamed for who followed through the door they opened, they can be seen as the instigators of record companies handing over huge amounts of money to artists and (more often than not) managers using arguments along the lines of "well the Beatles needed 129 days and 10 times the usual budget to make a number one record, so do we." The nadir of 1970s self-indulgence was, in fact, a misguided reinterpretation of this album in film and soundtrack form featuring The Bee Gees, Peter Frampton and, mysteriously, George Martin a debacle that was deservedly, an unmitigated flop.

What it did entail was an army of musicians seeing it for what it was and going back to the grassroots a la The Band. Humble singer-songwriters, country music and folk all experienced a resurgence, and many great albums were brought to people's attention once they tired of empty psychedelia or formed part of the masses who 'just said no'.
Finally, the record industry as we know it - the multi-armed conglomerate record label - was born with their Apple Corps company, set up by them and much-sued manager Allen Klein in the wake of Sgt. Peppers' success. Even now there are still arguments over to how to more exploit us listeners when this album eventually becomes available for download. No, really, thanks guys.
 
 
Did I write this at my desk or in bed?: bed
And was feeling a bit: sleepysleepy
When I wrote this I was listening to: Summer Cats - Paperweight
 
 
Andy
20 August 2009 @ 12:21 pm
Mid thesis I can't find the time to write much anywhere but it's been so long since I've had a blether here that I thought it time to write again. I've been so flat out with writing, finishing weekly assignments, working in the school clinic, playing the occasional gig and rehearsing with various bands that everything else seems to suffer. I know this isn't going to be life for very long, and indeed once school finishes, government financial assistance stops and real life begins again, it will be strange and abrupt. I have an interview with a casting agency to get a little extras work over summer which I hope comes through. I loved doing this when I was in Edinburgh and since more and more productions are being filmed here and my friend in Film Victoria can give me the lowdown on which films are going to go into production in Melbourne I may be able to find myself a bit of work that way.

I HAVE to get overseas next year. I've been burning to get away for the last 2 years especially. Each plan fell through, Iceland didn't work out, Toronto was a no go and moving back to Edinburgh seemed ideal but I just couldn't bring myself to return to where I was 6 years ago with no qualification or chance of doing more than I was doing when I left. There has to be a progression and since I'll have a degree and be able to plan ahead a little, I can hopefully find some aid work to do on the way to the UK, some training to do there to improve my chances of getting work in the health field of an aid organisation, and a little further down the road of medical anthropology.

I seem to be losing weight too. Weird.

Right now it's midday, I'm still in bed and only part way through my essay about herbs to use in the treatment of urinary tract infections.
 
 
Did I write this at my desk or in bed?: bed
And was feeling a bit: busybusy
When I wrote this I was listening to: cut copy - hearts on fire
 
 
Andy
19 July 2009 @ 02:22 am
Been away for a few weeks as I had exams, which went reasonably well (results out tomorrow, I'm expecting a credit or distinction in both). 2 hours after my last exam I was on a plane to Sydney to play the first date of our East Coast tour. It, like all the gigs we played, went really well and garnered a decent attendance. It was great hanging out with the band. I've heard horror stories of bands being stuck in cramped cars and getting on each other's nerves, but it was totally hilarious fun. Maybe because we have two comedians who fire each other up, and everyone else in the band is uniquely odd and funny but really, it could have gone on twice as long.
I spent a few days in Byron Bay after the tour finished, which was great. I met up with a friend and we shared massages, she informed me of her passionate belief in new age conspiracism. Powerful reptilian humanoids that feed on fear and negativity, trading humans for knowledge. 2012. She also posited that Barack Obama was elected by the reptilian elite to avert an race-based uprising in America. A lot of her ideas seem to come from David Icke (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Icke). She's brilliant.
I was talking about this to a customer in work today and his friend, who told me his name was Tree, looked at me like I was an unexpected vision and went into rhapsodies about the significance of the number 144. 144000 days make a baktun which is the unit of time ending on December 23rd 2012. It's all very interesting. To me at least.

After a magic couple of days in Byron I headed back to Melbourne for clinic and to play another gig with Bedroom Philosopher at The Toff, which also went well and was very well attended. 160 people apparently. Next day I went Hobart to meet my niece who was born in early May. She's great, of course, but I spent more time with Eirik who is now 2. The Bedroom Philosopher played another gig there which was smaller and marred by bad sound, but it was still great fun.

Back to school on Monday for my last semester! It's been so cold here, but I love that.
 
 
Did I write this at my desk or in bed?: bed
And was feeling a bit: sleepysleepy
When I wrote this I was listening to: Bedroom Philosopher - So Tired of Trying To Look Cool