Some say Artless Gimmickry, others maybe some Avant Garde shit.
Either way i found this, i watched it, i thought the montage named 'Brainwash' is dope, slightly embarrassed by the hardcore porn, and liked the fact it touched on some form of social commentary.
Well, its been a few years. But since this is supposed to be a documentary supplement of the few places i experience, I thought since Plymouth is a new addition there must be some expression of this chapter.
The future being mysterious, comments in this post will be limited to past and present, of which the latter will be scant talked about also. To briefly get myself and any readers up to speed, a few of the main events since blogging were a three month trip to Ionian Greece, where i broke my knee, a six month stint in the motherland, followed by six months doing the apparently lucrative job of lifeguarding at shoreditch house with all the immigrant employees and now having the great privilege of studying for four years at Plymouths' Maritime University. Besides the broken knee and two split ups I'm going about my platitudinous routine fairly unscathed, spiritually altered, and materialistically as well off as I've ever been. At times I feared I would never say that about my own life, genuinely, but recent circumstances make me quietly optimistic.
KATE is my girlfriend. She spoils me, particularly at the time of my 26 Birthday. Being 26 is, well, just that, being 26. It never meant anything before, and it doesn't mean anything now, I'm not a parent, physically unfit, up to my blodshot eyes in debt, bitter, or too old for my behavior in any way. I sound self-laudatory, and its only now in reflection these things are apparent, but I guess freedom to tell it like this is part of a change of attitude since starting Triathlon. Lets just blame the positivity on the Sun being out for a change. Now we are up to speed, lets commence some writing that expresses some of what I live, see and achieve in DEVON.
This weekend being flat, I've exhumed some sonic treats no one acknowledges but should do to drown out spouses barking chores at you. The artists are connected in style only. Harrison Blakoldman's mix for Podora which was something I couldn't stop jamming to tube riding in London 5 months ago. The Low limit mix is still at only 500 listens on 'mixcloud' despite being over a year old, it was done to celebrate the creation of 'www.brainfeedersite.com'. Listening to it again and again I'm realising it is perfection from the trend the Brainfeeder label markets itself on.
Harrison Blakoldman's 'Bionik Area' is unreleased but banging and 'Turf Day' by Low Limit does the job, too.