Musique Concrete

I just bought a cd. Or two actually.
It's a double album of Jack Dangers doing his Tape Lab thing on one disc as well as his Meat Beat Manifesto thing on the other (Loudness Clarifies).
I'm listening to its Tape Lab MUSIQUE CONCRETE disc for the first time and in my head phones whilst writing this blog entry.
I always thought that this is what musique concrete would sound like: random found sounds and bleepy noises hacked up and put together in no discernible order, with the occasional splash of somebody else's muzak thrown into the background for extra creepy effect. Think, electric blendered radio transmissions from beyond the grave and space and time. Think sonic suspended animation. Think uneasy listening. Hear and feel the use of space in sound.
I have Alec Empire's 'Les Etoiles Des Filles Mortes' (trans; the stars of dead girls [or dead girl's stars]) and it's kinda similar.
I think I prefer Dangers to Empire, although some of Empire's tracks are a bit more accessible and - dare I say it - conventionally musical.
I'm looking forward to the pop music disc, which I'll let you know about as soon as I get to it.
(INTERLUDE: one of my flatmates diverted my attention for a moment, asking me to look for the steamer cover, which appears to have gone missing from the kitchen and this plane of existence in general. I couldn't find it.)
well the Loudness Clarifies disc is bouncier to say the least but it's less interesting than the not so inspiring (although with a few really swell moments) 2003 album R.U.O.K? also by Dangers.
Oh for the brilliance of Subliminal Sandwich!
and to think i could have bought an album that also contains dangers but also dj spooky and dalek and vernon reid and chuck d or mias album arular
Speaking of music that's not as good as it used to be, a friend of mine is coming up from Tasmania to see NIN perform tonight in Melbourne and he's giving me a free ticket to go see it with him!
Swell! Regardless of how crap Trent's music is these days, seeing the band live will be brilliant and I used to think the world of Trent. His music really was inspired and inspiring in the early and mid-nineties. Amazing stuff.

de factoids

Yes, that's right.
I've moved in to my boyfriend's bedroom after four or so months of actually going out with him.
It's going well so far - but no surprises there.
And yes, we are a bricolage of miscellaneous superfluities, trivialities and other neoplasms.
It's strange though, because it's not at all strange. I always thought that a relationship (let alone being a de factoid) would be something that I would not be good at and that it would be something of a struggle. I guess that's because most of the relationships that I have previously attempted had been ones that go against my strongest desires (and those desires are pretty strong).
Anyway, I have yet to move into the bedroom properly yet, although the bed is my domain! That was lame...
It's good when things go well.
We had a party in the house this weekend just past because it was my boyfriend's birthday. There was plenty of snogging on the dance floor and lots of vodka spilt and stolen.
The highlight of the night was the best ever birthday gift I've seen anyone receive - an unknown woman came in and stopped the dancing to wish a happy birthday and then proceeded to light the tassles attached to her nipples and swing them around in front of the birthday boy's face. It was really impressive. And I'm jealous. No one's ever given me a gift half as cool as that!
So things, you could say, are pretty normal all in all.
Nice, nice, very nice.