Over the last week I've found some handy things:
ZATOO - watch live terrestrial TV, legally, for free.
SPOTIFY - free music player, good quality tracks, all legal.
Both services require sign up, but they are guilt free!
Available for MAC and PC.
MMMMMMM, tastes like legal.
M
Currently listening to:
"Flume"
Bon Iver
Foe Emma, forever ago
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sometimes i see pictures in music....
I see all sorts of images and scenes in music. My imagination is really fantastic. I see things that I've never seen, feel things that i may never have felt and recall things that were long forgotten.
I was having trouble sleeping tonight so I decided to prune my iTunes list a little.
There are all sorts of things that I've incorporated into my collection over the years that I've never heard. Sometimes I come across songs that were filed incorrectly, or have the wrong file name, so the song I'm expecting is replaced by something random.
I found a song by Tasmin Archer called 'Sleeping Satellite'. I have several issues with this discovery. 1. I've never knowingly been a Tasmin Archer fan. 2. I quite liked the song, even though its early to mid 90's nonsense.
I got flashes, the most fantastic memory flashes as a result:
....driving in Trevor Jordan's car to Armagh or Portadown to see some girl he was chasing at the time (this song was paying on a tape in the car, and this memory is real - i think).......
....the disco i went to when I was briefly a sea cadet in Carrickfergus. It was a rubbish disco, and there were no girls allowed, so it was basically lots of guys looking at each other awkwardly and not dancing. I was a naive young Christian and thought that being at a disco was a bit of a sin and so I felt pretty dangerous.....
.... I can see rooms of people in ill fitting wolly jumpers (we all had them in the mid 90's especially me, dermo and elia), there is the smell of inscence and scented candles (i was into both at the time)......
..... a memory from a warm summer evening in Portrush. The sun was going down while i'm walking down the seaside path beside Barry's arcade. The sky is a deep blue, cloudless. I'm looking at a girl I liked. There is a light breeze and that warm stuffy summer evening smell mixed with diesil from the arcade rides and sea salt. The lights of the amusements seem really oversaturated. Butterflies in my stomach. (neither the girl or the day exist. The memory however, is clear as a bell).....
Based on how inventive my mind is now, i can't wait to see what happens when I go senile!
Below, for your listening pleasure, is Tasmin Archer!
I was having trouble sleeping tonight so I decided to prune my iTunes list a little.
There are all sorts of things that I've incorporated into my collection over the years that I've never heard. Sometimes I come across songs that were filed incorrectly, or have the wrong file name, so the song I'm expecting is replaced by something random.
I found a song by Tasmin Archer called 'Sleeping Satellite'. I have several issues with this discovery. 1. I've never knowingly been a Tasmin Archer fan. 2. I quite liked the song, even though its early to mid 90's nonsense.
I got flashes, the most fantastic memory flashes as a result:
....driving in Trevor Jordan's car to Armagh or Portadown to see some girl he was chasing at the time (this song was paying on a tape in the car, and this memory is real - i think).......
....the disco i went to when I was briefly a sea cadet in Carrickfergus. It was a rubbish disco, and there were no girls allowed, so it was basically lots of guys looking at each other awkwardly and not dancing. I was a naive young Christian and thought that being at a disco was a bit of a sin and so I felt pretty dangerous.....
.... I can see rooms of people in ill fitting wolly jumpers (we all had them in the mid 90's especially me, dermo and elia), there is the smell of inscence and scented candles (i was into both at the time)......
..... a memory from a warm summer evening in Portrush. The sun was going down while i'm walking down the seaside path beside Barry's arcade. The sky is a deep blue, cloudless. I'm looking at a girl I liked. There is a light breeze and that warm stuffy summer evening smell mixed with diesil from the arcade rides and sea salt. The lights of the amusements seem really oversaturated. Butterflies in my stomach. (neither the girl or the day exist. The memory however, is clear as a bell).....
Based on how inventive my mind is now, i can't wait to see what happens when I go senile!
Below, for your listening pleasure, is Tasmin Archer!
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