Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 September 2010

The most famous song mentioning suicide

Suicide is Painless (M.A.S.H Theme)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gO7uemm6Yo

I'd hoped that Shenidamn had something to say about this song. Is it positive, negative or objective. Does it feel right?

It was a theme to one of the most popular war comedies of all time.

I'd be really interested to know what the 1 in 6 who have experience of thinking about suicidie at some point in their life thought of this song



Tuesday, 17 August 2010

An anthem for those resilient to misery

Hard knock life by Jay-Z


That's the thing about misery. After a while you just get used to it. It's just life.

I just don't want anyone else to have a hard knock life. Not like mine.

Saturday, 24 July 2010

Music speaks more than a thousand words.

Cry if you want to sung live by Holly Cole.

Onion Girl is another beautiful song.

I wonder if she's depressed. She sings like a person with lived experience. I wonder if she sings because she's got lived experience. I wonder if I love her music because she's got lived experience. I've been listening to her music since I was 18.

Friday, 16 July 2010

Ain't nothing but the blues

Some images from a Blues bar in central London.

I've written about blues music and how it may have been a coping mechanism for misery. It ain't called the Blues for no reason.


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Canon 50D & Canon 50mm f1.8
edited with Gimp and UFRaw

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Samba

I made this image three or four years ago. Its a homage to Warhol.

Its one of those images that was a mess - poorly exposed and blurred. But it felt right for some reason. Its one I worked on in different ways to try and bring out the aesthetic. This was the result.

About Me

We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"