A photoblog and other things

I have been listening to BBC’s Radio One today, like I do every other day when I’m at work now, and god damn the new Coldplay album sounds good. It’s so good that I when I preordered the album on Amazon I got the fastest delivery method I could (in hindsight, I probably could have just gone to a CD store. It seems I’m so addicted to Amazon it’s not funny). Tickets go on sale here this Friday and there is a growing group of people I’m going with. Hopefully we’ll all be able to get tickets to the concert. That’d be just friggin’ awesome, know what I mean?

There isn’t a heck of a lot else going on at the moment. I’m probably comparing to Bourbon street in New Orleans though… I’m still trying to recover from the long weekend. Things that don’t make this easy are getting the latest computer music magazine and finding some great tutorials on the various types of sound synthesis that exist (additive, subtractive, FM, granular, ooh, I’m going weak at the knees now) and then testing out some sounds on the computer till the wee hours of the morning. Some things I’m now stoked about are the fact that the right channel monitor for my home studio set up has mysteriously repaired itself. For a while there the treble wasn’t working at all. Plus, the plugpack that I’d hacked into to get my Kawai digital piano to work over here went on strike a couple of weeks back, something to do with voltage shortages or whatever. A replacement arrived today that wasn’t complaining about the voltage and other working conditions and I’m oh so happy about that. Stick that one up you, you power converter union you!

Right, anyway, I’m obviously suffering from bad coffee overdose with a combination of artifical sweetener overload and whatever is in the water over here.

You know, I thought my post last night regarding this actually made it into the blogger brain… but obviously not. Pity that, actually. It was full of wit and humour that would have left even the most discerning critic wondering why I spend my time monkeying about with code rather than writing jaw-dropping literature.

Illusionary world aside, yes I’m back from New Orleans, Nawlins, the Crescent City, Big Easy, whatever you feel like confusing people with. After driving 1850 miles this is a quick-arse summary of my thoughts of my extended long weekend of travel:

1) New Orleans is a pretty effing cool city.
2) New Orleans actually looks better during the day than at night. Contrast this with Miami, which is a pretty city at night but not too pretty during the day.
3) Florida actually has undulations in its terrain up around the panhandle.
4) Miles don’t click over quickly enough.
5) Aquaplaning for about 20 metres during a big arse thunder storm on the way back is “interesting”.

Just heard it on Annie Mac’s Radio 1 session – Liquid V club sessions, for all good things DnB.

Dang, I gotta go. Got Santos Renuentes to see *yet again* tonight at Tobacco Road. I wish they’d play in like, New York or something like that. I need an excuse to fly up there*. Plus, tomoz I have to go to… New Orleans! Oh I’m bored already. hehe.

* WTF am I talking about, like I need an excuse???

There is a huge movie complex not far from where I live called Muvico. Actually, there are a few of them around the place. This one has 24 cinemas – nothing to write home about when you come from a city that had a 31 cinema complex – but this place is all Egyptian themed and tries to be impressive in that respect. These cinemas weren’t as good as the 31 cinema complex though. Maybe it was the crowd.

I’ve noticed a bit of a contrast to movie-goers here and over in Australia. Over here there are a few people who lack respect for anyone else watching a movie and don’t recognise the fact that other people actually did pay to see the movie too. These people were constantly checking for messages on their mobile phones. I remember once I had a guy listening to his CD player at full volume sitting right next to me.

Point being, I went to see Star Wars episode 3. It was oooookay – but that was from going in with extremely low expectations. I guess those expectations were met. The wooden performances had me laughing in a couple of spots. I was thinking “does Lucas really expect me to buy into this?” Well, he got my money so I guess he really doesn’t care. The movie experience was perfectly summed up though when during the silent parts I was able to hear some guy behind me snoring.