miscellany

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22nd May
2013
written by tom
We've just returned home after spending 8 days in Japan. Wow.  

11th March
2013
written by tom
"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page"
St. Augustine. I wonder if it is permitted to read that passage in a less flattering light after it appeared in a hotel mailing list? On a far happier note, Hannah is now on only two drugs!
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.
13th May
2010
written by tom
I don't know if you've ever noticed, but have you ever seen an over-weight airline pilot? Thought not.
10th May
2010
written by tom
I was lurking in the Barnes & Noble opposite the New School, somewhere along 18th Street. The careerist book-seller - missing only a pony-tail - was trying to impress a not-too-unpretty French customer. His pick-up line was
I'm a linguist. I speak a couple of languages.
3rd May
2010
written by tom

Head of a Woman

How does she look? At once despairing, at once aghast. What does she say? Lips pursed, mouth unopened. What does she see? Eyes blank, starring defiant, eyes downcast, despairing.

Ken

21st January
2010
written by tom
Having chosen to take the leap of faith to put all my efforts into music when I was quite young, and having that risk rewarded so richly, that's shown me what kind of things are possible in life - it's really true, that not believing in yourself is like the greatest obstacle to so many things. It affects how well you treat others, too.
Nice one, Mr. Stringfellow. More observations on the inner and outer universe on www.kenstringfellow.com
22nd May
2009
written by tom

cartoon

11th May
2009
written by tom
The disaster of that ludicrous film "Marley and Me", filled to the brim with puke-inducing sentimentality and claptrap, led me to despair at the past and future of proper Canine films; not least among the failings of "Marley and Me" is the very absence of canine representation. Surely our friends are deserving of a more accurate and intelligent portrayal? Fortunately, the recent 22nd Singapore International Film Festival brought two gems to these shores. Both Dean Spanley and Wendy & Lucy engage and explore in ways which get to the very heart of our relationship with our best friends.
9th May
2009
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The Figgs are one of the best bands around - and they have been around for years and years. Probably one of my favourite Top Five bands, in company with The Posies, and others. I ordered a couple of CDs, including their "live" release "Continue To Enjoy The Figgs Vol. 2", and Stomper Music promptly shipped them. (Thanks, guys!) Funny thing, though; this is what happened:
[...] let us know when your order arrives because the woman at the post office added China under Singapore!
That is funny!
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21st April
2009
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I thought I'd better revise / update my first (and last) piece of verse. It is entitled "An ode to a ball":
You are round, Lying on the ground. Kicked here, kicked there; I run around everywhere. Playing this game causes bodily pain, more than is reasonable for a forty-something. For a forty-something
27th March
2009
written by tom
I bought myself a BlackBerry this evening. Not just any BlackBerry, but THE BlackBerry Bold BlackBerry. I feel dirty.
17th February
2009
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There are some fantastic photos on the site of The Boston Globe. Here is a selection of pictures entitled Scenes from Indonesia. Some will inspire you, some you will not want to see again.
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17th October
2008
written by tom
Be careful!
Be careful!
A long time ago, I threw a party to celebrate my 35th birthday. This was back in the days when I still threw parties. This was before I met my wife and still had much to prove. Anyway, friends came via the usual modes of transport - cars, motorbikes, etc - and parked in the courtyard in front. My nieces, concerned with the safety of our Tiger and Casper, wrote dozens of notes (similar to the one above) and attached them to each of the parked vehicles. How cool is that?
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