What a fucking year. Highs and lows with a soundtrack tailored perfectly to the vicissitudes on offer.
On a week to week basis I receive an email from Statcounter telling me how many visitors I haven’t had here at hiab-x.com, this doesn’t trouble me greatly as I’m not a regular blogger, I don’t put a lot of effort into SEO tools because I’m not gagging to be noticed by the rumbling world of human web traffic. In my twenties and thirties I may have been yelling “Look at me!” these days I’m more likely to yell “What do you bloody want?” **
Having said that, I noted recently that traffic for inexplicable reasons has been spiking here so as owning a website is a three way process for me, primarily because old habits die hard, and I like talking to the void- a relationship between man and computer, then there’s you, the anonymous third party who likes to ogle in the background. What do you bloody want? 😉
Probably more content. I mean, if you’re going to start visiting and looking through all my rambles, it’s a bit like you’re watering this virtual plant, which puts the onus on me to grow new shoots. Metaphor over.
Here, have a playlist of some of my favourite abrasive, metallic guitar bands peppered with amusing and obscure poetic monologues from a bygone era.
In other news:
I continue to make music in any little snatches of free time that I have, normally this consists of break times spent in my car. I rig up my DAW to my car stereo whilst parked on the edge of a field, crank up the volume and compose. This last week I’ve been putting together a track about an amoeba that crawled out of the sea, climbed up a tree and turned into a monkey, it came back down with two feet on the ground etc, etc.
No, you can’t listen to it, subscribe to my Youtube channel if you want to remain on the cutting edge of my creative output. (Can you see what I did there?) If I haven’t updated in a while, don’t assume that I’m not up to something.
Other than that, I’ve made a point of spending forty five minutes to an hour each night , learning guitar. It’s difficult, rewarding and the aim is to be able to shred in a satisfying way for my musical compositions, give it time, I’ll be demonstrating how to settle arguments and general disputes with riffs via my Youtube channel… and other mysterious™ web site.
Ooh he’s a proper caution, isn’t he!
**Unless I share this on Facebook for friends and family because contradictions help us grow spiritually, dude .
This is how it all went down in Chinatown. 2014 a year of opposites dancing around in implicit flux.
Two thousand and thirteen had its own musical flavour, I seemed to gravitate towards electronic grooves and music that, in my mind, would be the perfect soundtrack for floating around in Virtual Reality to. My enthusiasm for the Oculus Rift VR headset was constantly in the back of my mind, perhaps because I’ve been keen as a gamer to see a true paradigm shift away from monitors and screens into a realm of infinite creative possibilities, something totally immersive. The music from that I discovered in this year stoked my imagination. Enjoy this mix.
A kid walks into a barber shop and says “Give me a Paul Young Haircut…” This playlist represents what was rocking my Ghetto Blaster between 83 and 85.
The actual playlist on my computer was 20+ tracks covering my favourite tunes from 2012, when it came to creating this compilation I had to strip it down to twenty of my favourites for the year where Terence McKenna’s ‘Timewave’ was supposed to reach it’s Omega Point. Needless to say, it didn’t, you get another musical compilation and I in turn can look at the empty playlist for 2013 and wonder what audio delights the next year will bring. Enjoy my 2012.
2011 was a crazy year. Planet Earth got pissy with the homo sapiens and decided to unleash a can of whoop-ass on them. In turn, the humans got arsey with each other in several locations. It was mayhem. Anyway, this was the soundtrack from one person’s particular viewpoint.
Featuring artists including Underworld, Hybrid, Iamamiwhoami, and a few chilled out dudes trying to calm everyone the fuck down.
2010. “My God, It’s full of stars!” (Whereas in fact, it was full of stone dust) This playlist reflects the general mood of my personal beats and tunes whilst the world span round and no intelligent life made contact. Featuring the likes of OK Go, Unkle and Gorillaz, have a listen, It all makes some kind of terrible sense.
2009. After a heavy bombardment of trance bombs,bullets from a melancholic machine gun, rock tanks rolling, drum and bass booby traps, pop snipers and an axe wielding Industrial murderer, there was the inevitable death of Monkey Boy. His funeral included tributes from Revolting Cocks, Kinky and Gnarls Barkley.
2008 What a year! It was a rollercoaster ride of stone chiselling, a near death almost-tragedy the night before my wedding, a restorative honeymoon in Mexico, a return to intensive career training and a creeping of darker audio tones to see the year out. This playlist is the soundtrack to that period, full of twists and turns with a seriously a mellow mid section.