Uninteresting Things

I think this is the first time i've ever chronicled the ridiculous things I do when surfing the net. With all my spare time I've got now, this is what I have been "investigating." Following from unhealthy fascination with the 80s, I'm an avid collector of chip tunes, most notably those using the Commodore 64 SID chip. So, when I found out about the Timbaland "Acid Jazzed Evening" controversy, I was instantly intrigued. Timbaland is the name of a music producer who has a string of hits to his name. However, it seems Mr. Land has ripped off a SIDtune and claimed it as his own work.

When you play the offending track and GRG's .sid cover (a chiptune maker and demoscener) you will quickly realize the melodies are virtually identical. Unfortunately, might is right in the dog-eat-dog music industry. With Tempest being an outsider having no credentials might as well shout from the top of his YouTube comment box that he was the original artist and bask in electronic kudos while Timbaland shrugs off the misspelt scorn.

I sincerely hope Roadrunner Records don't dog me so I can land the biggest interview of my short (yet surprising) music journalism career. You'll just have to guess who it might be!

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I Lied and Decieved You with the Truth

I made another pointless decision that I may not follow through with the other day - everything feels spent and worn-out these days. Everything seems too comfortable. I keep people at arms length, investing little faith in the brighter dawn and spouting endless amounts of half-truths and bullshit to all I encounter.

To put it simply, I don't think I can stay here any more. Ever since I was a child, I've been waiting for something to be over, like if I can complete that task, walk one more step or write one more word, the game resets itself and I can try again on a different setting. My original goal was to be in the States by November, but that goal is looking less and less likely of being attained. The plan now is to finish my degree and move interstate - preferably internationally at some of the boutique destinations only many would dream of - to a far away city and surroundings. A friend of mine made it all click for me the other day; that no matter how far I venture out of my comfort zone, I always remember that a safety net has my back lest it breaks, although I have to sacrifice much of my risk taking for it to work even slightly effectively.

Although I haven't the resources for it right now, I aim to have them very soon. Then I'm gone for good. It is only a matter of time, now. There's very little keeping me here.

Then I'm out.

nothing at all
there was nothing at all
then came nothing at all
then came nothing at all
but nothing at all, is nothing
the bastards they got us
one by one
they lied and deceived us
with the truth
the bastards they took my darling there
on top of the hill I can see
my lost world down there
- Kent, Ingenting (trans.)

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Man About Town

My eyes look like sunken graves, the whites blurred, the pupils like an abyss staring into the distance. My sleeping timetable is monumentally fucked - I need some structure (read: a proper job) to get things happening again. It's not the fact I wake up with no purpose that doesn't get me out of bed, its just inertia. General inertia.

Nevertheless, my mini-getaway holiday was firstly furnished by the lovely Kyle and DeeDee, who provided much lulz in their cozy house in the middle of the "Ghetto", which isn't too far removed from an apt description. Their taste in TV is unsurpassed and of course never failed to disappoint. I am going to have so much fun watching Department S. Also, if Australia treated their Big Brother housemates with utter contempt like they do in Britain, I would be half-way inclined to watch it.

If you haven't seen the Grindhouse double in the cinema - DON'T! (I mean, of course, please do. Its such a fantastic experience. DON'T! is just a reference that myself and Natasha couldn't stop making after we saw Edgar Wright's awesome grindhouse inspired "preview" of a slasher pic.) I am ultimately (in the truest nature of the word) very tired and very broke.

I love the internet - there's nothing you can't find out...eventually.

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