Warning: Contains Gravitons.

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“A graviton is a hypothetical elementary particle that mediates the force of gravity in the framework of quantum field theory. The graviton is massless, and as a second-rank tensor, must have a spin or two.”

The scary thing is, I actually kinda have some semblance of comprehension regarding the above. Good grief. Looks like I did manage to learn and retain something from the introductory quantum physics module I took in school, after all. Fancy that.

“If injested, consult a physician immediately.”

Do they call it Art Rock now?

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My favourite point of view – the Realist! Absolute classic shizz.

Friday’s edition of Life! had a pretty cool article on Patrick Watson. I learnt that that genre of music is considered “Art Rock”, whatever that means. I definitely like it better than all those “Post-Rock” labels though. They make me nervous. Is post-rock a genre related to, or after rock? If I could influence genre names, I’ll choose a more sensible one – like Sediment, perhaps.

I have work to do but, a really good book is waiting for me to complete it. Damn.

SEPTEMBER IS GONNA BE S’AWESOMEST!

GRAND ARCHIVES. SONDRE LERCHE (well, around September anyways). ZERO 7. And now – MUSE.

MUSE’s THE RESISTANCE WILL BE OUT ON SEPTEMBER 14.

*runs around room in a flurry*

Rock Snot!

Well fancy that. Managed to stay alive after all that snazz and razz, tazz and nazz.

Anyways, here’s something random for you: Rock Snot. Here’s how rock snot algae, or didymosphenia geminata, looks like -

Picture courtesy of Treehugger.

So its some kinda ugly algae that is apparently ravaging the world. Bloomin’ and killin’ the fragile water ecosystem and all that. This is no joke, kids. Rock Snot RockS not, I Kid You Not.

Another Good Read:

Lyra’s Oxford, by Phillip Pullman.  Related to the superawesome His Dark Materials series.  It’s a short but extremely heartwarming read. I love how Lyra draws strength from the mere thought of Will. Its too bad that they live in different worlds and can never ever meet again. :(

Something More Upbeat.

Alright let’s stop sounding like the world is going to stop spinning on its axis even if something does go wrong over the next few days.  Life is so much more than that. Not to say that nothing has gone awry yet – quite the contrary. Sigh. I just hope things just don’t screw up too much, and not all the way. Anyways.

Another Awesome Audiofind!

They are The Fruit Bats. I know right, what a name! What a sound, too. They sound unassuming and that’s where their brillance is. The further a song progresses, the more you listen to them, the greater your shock. A most understated band I say.

Quiver.

This will be the most intensive weekend + week ahead. Ever. In my whole life. And I ain’t exaggerating. Totally shit petrified. I dread the start of the next seven days and yet I cannot wait for it to be over. DAMNIT. One screwup and that’s it. The end. Goodbye. Farewell. Etc etc.

SsswellnessS.

SHITZERS.

SEPTEMBER 8. ZERO 7. YEAH x 1000.

September is going to be awesome, I just know it. I can’t wait to see the direction dear ol’ Henry and Sam has brought Zero 7 towards.  I’m currently listening to the first song that they’ve released from the new album. It’s a slightly more staccato-esque electronica, but its still retains the fluidity and gel-ness of electronica circa Simple Things.  Somehow. I haven’t made up my mind as to whether I like this direction or not, because my favourite tunes are still from the Most Awesome When It Falls album.

I’m terribly, terribly excited, though. When I read the news on my trusty Google Reader, I had a deafening moment of shock that led to stillness that was tempted to express itself in loud whoops of joy.  But of course I managed to compose myself sufficiently to compose this entry.

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to the day when record stores here finally see the light and stock Grizzly Bear’s Veckatimest.

Sss.

Sssondre Lerche’s new album will be out by early fall! I cannot wait. This translates to an audio-awesome September for me, what with Grand Archives releasing their new KEEP IN MIND FRANKENSTEIN! album then, too.

To break out of the boring posting direction (see below post) I’ve been engaged in for the longest time, let’s talk about the perks of being a wallflower. I’m 3/4 done through this genius piece of writing by Steven Chbosky. I’d say its like stepping on glass shards, pulling that injured toe close to your face and squeezing that toe in slow mo, allowing more blood to ooze out in droplets at an uneven rate. And then looking at the other pieces of glass next to the window on the parquet floor with a precise, super-macro, magnified zoom x 1000 where you can see the exposed fibres of glass pieces.

Ok more later when I’m done reading this excellent book.

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Much Later:

Alright. So I’m finally done reading the perks of being a wallflower. It’s utterly brilliant, the way its written to depict the journey of self-actualisation and discovery by the protagonist, who goes by the name “Charlie”. I love it. One of the better books I’ve read so far. (Trivia: This 15-year old boy has to-die-for grades and is exceptionally good at literary stuff. Jealous!)

That aside, Steven Chbosky knows exactly how to weave some really spot-on, real life realities into the story. These things relate to how people, when in different roles in differing contexts, interact with each other. Things that are said and unsaid. And these parts are always the most striking, and usually the most moving. And the most memorable. I mean, these are things that I didn’t even have an inkling of, and am completely not aware about. But I guess that’s what excellent stories do: Enlighten. When I read it, I was Thunderstruck. I am mulling about it as I type this.

More importantly, I think the story; or rather, the truth of the story, is made more horrifying and impactful by virtue of things that were not mentioned, but instead referred to somewhat obliquely. They make for the most poignant settings, and set the stage for a Most Gasping Reaction To The Truth.

I am now listening to Asleep by The Smiths, Charlie’s favouritest song in the world. It has a sad and quiet melody.

Vulture.

So I was browsing though my more recent posts, and I snorted rakishly (or so I thought) upon discovering the direction my entries has taken a turn for: Music, music, music, music-related, books, cryptic rant. Music, music, cryptic rant, books, music, music-related, gush, music, gush, music-related, cryptic rant, music, music, music, rant, music, music, music.

Well, fancy that.

I shall mentally classify this post as some sort of an independent, “note to self” entry – despite knowing very well that the title of this post is music-related. Oh bollocks.