Ugh. So much to do at the moment, and I’m sooo bored of all of it at the moment. I really want to write something substantial on each the following links, but I just can’t find the spare energy at the moment, so I’ll just point you towards them for now, and maybe come back later.
Journalist approaches music with closed ears, leaves with closed ears, writes about how closed his ears are. Yawn. There’s more to it than that, but you’ll just have to wait.
Update: Tristan Jakob-Hoff responds, but not nearly tough enough. The daft thing is, these arguments are being made about Péter Eötvös, ffs, not Merzbow. I mean, if his sumptious music (built around such radical concepts as drama, harmony, melody and sonic excitement) doesn’t grab you then part of me would like to tear your ears off and give them to someone else who might just appreciate them a bit more. But what do I know? These days even music that richly entertains hundreds of people – diverting them from a Friday night in the pub, even – I’m told is “cacophonous and a bit like hell“.
Minimalism seems to be crossing my path a lot at the moment (and I’ve never even been to Bangor), and I have much more to add to this post of Kyle’s than a hasty comment.
Alvin Curran: Maritime Rites
I also want to blog about this, which was wonderful. For the time being there are a few pictures and a little video here.