Archive for November, 2012

9th November
2012
written by tom
Driving home from the hospital late that night in February, I was amazed that the world appeared to be oblivious to the historical event that had taken place. My daughter - Hannah Rosalia - had just been born, and in that forever moment of wonder it was as if the world would surely come to fully appreciate her arrival. Of course it didn't, at least not directly. But it carried its own significance through me, and thereby, as proxy to the good news, the world will change, will be saved in some wonderful way. For one, the proper estimation of a new born child is that it will save the world; this is the only reasonable starting point. Five and a half months later, as the diagnosis raced to bury me, the shattering news found me unprepared, incoherent, astonished, angry and beaten. Everything, it seems, had changed. Everything now carried the strain of the diagnosis. The pre-diagnosed Hannah was but a memory, fleeting away as quickly as she herself appeared to be. We start to mark our days with reference to August the 6th. September 6th marked the one month milestone beyond which a cure and an easy recovery, and confidence in the corpus of modern medicine gave way to mounting doubt. October 6th marked the two month milestone and brought home to complexity of treatment amid the introduction of a third drug and the 5th different combination cocktail. November 6th and we end the third month under the spell of West's Syndrome with different drugs, more combination cocktails and the looming realisation that the chances of a full recovery has dropped below 10%. But it also marked a change, toward a different type of world, one that we wanted to shape for Hannah and for people like her.
9th November
2012
written by tom
other parents.
9th November
2012
written by tom
It is how it used to be. The music industry's falling to technological death prempts a more important inquest. What else died along with the turn of the century technological leap toward audio compression and file sharing? This question needs to be asked. While the decapitation of the industry clearly points to a verdict of suicide, the same cannot be said of music itself. Here, it is no simple matter of record executives being overtaken by the challenges and opportunities of "the internet". It is primarily the demise of musical substance itself, ushered by the illusory clarion call of its adjudged audience, and made possible by technology's universe, self-destroying ascent to scale and nihilistic marketing toward ever younger, and ever more select demographic slices. This is Digitalisation - music's compression to bytes, music coming to be seen and lived as sound waves, instrument pieces plucked and isolated detached from its context. It is this otherwise fitting, inevitable end to music, and its vicious entwinement with technology, that Ken Stingfellow refuses to countenance. What emerges is KS's musicality - which is the totality of his personality, intelligence, acerbic wit, talent, family, politics, fetishes, reading habits; it has substance. It roots us. Begining with the overwhelming volume of Ken-ness that arrives, it is difficult to depart from the premise that here is something that aims to be some-thing. The vinyl, the 7", compact disc, t-shirt (!), ... Taken together these amount to a tangible work, one that parallels the music that flows from them. And what of the music? Shall we pontificate on the key and tempo changes, unorthodox arrangements, fullness of intrumentation, melodies that swirl, lyrics that point beyond itself? Nothing of the sort. Danzig in the Moonlight is too beautiful to be written of.