What does it feel like to live in a super-large house?
A couple of summers ago—during the London Olympics, of which I have no great lasting memory, unlike seemingly most of the British public—I stayed for a week at my friends’ house, and for a couple of those nights we house- and dog-sat for two of their
friends who happened to live in an 18-bedroom house in semi-rural Norfolk. It had been converted into a retirement (“old people’s”) home at some point in the late 19th or early 20th century. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to heat and look after. You’d likely go weeks without going in a particular wing, let alone room. The garden was incredible: tennis courts, summer houses, private paths down to a wide, flowing stream, huge areas for pigs and chickens to strut about, a fucking hedge maze, greenhouses with bigger square footage than the house I’m sitting in now. I wondered at the time what it would be like to be a child in such a huge property. This Quora answer is a lovely account of growing up in a large house in new England.
The triumphant rise of the shitpic. You know what a shitpic is, even if you don’t: crappy text and image memes, multiply watermarked, screencapped and shared until the filtering and compression algorithms begin to erode it. (Aside: what is it with people sharing screencaps of images on Facebook, rather than the images themselves? Do people generally not know how to do that? Twice today I’ve seen people upload screengrabs of landscape images, but held in portrait orientation with huge black bars above and below.)
A couple of articles on the linguistics of swearing: 1, 2.
A couple of articles on Vince Guaraldi: 1, 2
What colour is it right now?
To quote my friend Drew: Remember how Adult Swim started as a showcase for cancelled animated sitcoms and then evolved into surreal nightmare cinema? (That Dan Deacon track starting at ~7 mins tho!)
What Casey Kolderup didn’t do in 2014.
Here’s a version of ‘Moon River’ that I recorded at about 6am on Wednesday:
It should be noted that I have been off work most of this week with a severe chest infection, and this was recorded before I had my daily breakfast of porridge and steroids. And because I know shit-all about mixing, it’d be best if you put some headphones on first.
Albums of the year? Oh, I don’t know. I tend to star albums in Spotify to listen to later but the list goes back more than a year. My Bandcamp wishlist is ever-extending too. I listen to more music than ever, though, and things pop through: Grouper, Alex G, Beck and Spoon all come immediately to mind. I just deleted three further names from that list because their albums came out in 2013, 2008 and 2012 respectively. Whoops. Oh, and D’Angelo too. I’ve listened to that several times since the weekend and it is everything we wanted it to be.