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Force9 ADSL Bandwidth

I’ve been a little miffed over the past couple of months with the introduction of lower tariff ADSL accounts from our business ISP, Force9. Especially since the accounts we have are no longer shown on their site, so its difficult to tell what we could be charged if we went for more up-to-date accounts.

It appears that since August 2004 they’ve introduced two classes of account: a Lite and a Premier. The Lite actually comes with a monthly bandwidth limit of all of 2GBytes. The Premier is unlimited. Whilst the Lite starts at about £20 a month for a 1Gb connection, Force9 charge up to £2 per additional GByte of transfer. We currently pay £46 a month for a 1Gb connection.

So I looked into our bandwidth usage. Some months we use about 8GBytes at our main office, so on a Lite account that would cost us only £32 a month, but in August we used 32GBytes (and indeed yesterday we used 3.7GBytes alone!) So it seems worthwhile sticking with what we’ve got.

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Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes

I’ve written recently about music being emotion. Some of my music collection is emotion on tap. iPods are portable emotions. Emotions kept in electronic vials; random access mind altering drugs.

I listened to Tori Amos’ first (proper) album Little Earthquakes on Monday (whilst watching snooker on television – I can do this and pay attention to both). Twelve years after its release I think I’ve finally understood it. A collection documenting missed opportunities, regrets, mistakes, wrong doings, being wronged, but most of all the transcendence of life. All ‘little earthquakes’ aside from the massive life altering autobiographical earthquake of Me and a Gun. So there’s the so-painful-it-hurts-me Winter. The joyful Happy Phantom. The blooming Silent all These Years. Despite, or because of this, it feels like being hugged by a particularly amorous duvet.

Album review
Buy from iTunes

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Dt8 Featuring Roxanne Wilde: Destination (12″ Vocal Eqd)

Proof that there’s more to the Wilde family than 60s, 70s and 80s pop stars turned professional gardeners turned vitamin advertisers. This 2003 track is very melodic vocal trance, and is one of Darren Tate’s best tracks. Roxanne (Kim’s younger sister) sings nicely and breathes loudly.

Darren Tate’s website, for those who’ve not heard of him. Bet you have. He has more pseudonymns than me when it comes to writing music. And that’s saying something.

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Victoria Cessna

Throwing Muses’ song Vicky’s Box is my all time favourite song. There is no competition. Given the chance I’ll rant for weeks about that song. But for the last 17 years, I always wondered who Vicky is or was.

Today I found out.

And she has a website. She’s married to a guy called Slim Cessna who has a country and western band. Both are longtime friends of Kristin Hersh and her husband Billy. Slim’s even got a song for them. Um, it’s not my cup of tea though.

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Alone

I like to wander the internet. Clicking on links on websites. Clicking on links from links from links. Who knows where it might take me?

I came across a blog recently from someone who is Alone. She has friends. But she lives Alone and likes being Alone. But the Alone-ness sometimes creeps her out. But it’s what she wrote that caught my attention. Here’s me trying to be eloquent and literary with my Music of 2003 top 10, and then I read her stuff.

First things first.

Interesting thing about noise…it works backward. I think I’ve ranted before about how love and music are one in the same, let’s add noise into that mix too. It’s never quiet when it’s supposed to be, when you need the silence, when everything depends on it. And then in those moments that you just need to be reminded of sound, that delicate synesthesia, the silence is grotesque.

and then..

Music is important to me. It substitutes emotion.

My friends can probably tell (and some of them know explicitly) that “I don’t do people”. Music is emotion. It provides the balance to my life. It stops me from despair. I’m okay with working with people, as it allows me to provide an objective front. But actual relationships are a different matter. There are no rules, no degrees, no by-the-book courses that allow me to objectify them. Sure, I know people. I have friends. I even have 2 or 3 friends who I don’t need to speak to for a year or two at a time, then within 10 seconds of making contact again it’s like those months haven’t passed at all. They are my really good, really special friends. Ones that I can relate to. Ones that I’ve known for 15 years or more. Friends who truly know me. But that’s it. For emotion, for the whole gamut of relationship I always, and only, turn to music.

and then..

I removed you, you know. Some of you visit in dreams and do the things that we’ll never do in reality, some of you still irritate me, some of you tell me to die, and some of you have just forgotten. But you…you I removed. And I doubt you’ll ever care, or you’ll ever know, or you’ll ever see the things that I dedicated to you, and it doesn’t matter. Surgery sharp, and I had a whiskey night that needle day. You’ve been my landfill, and now I take it all back. I doubt you ever really happened anyway, I think you might have been one of my drunken illusions. Now I’ve got steering wheel hands and terrible daydreams, and I’m sure it won’t amount to anything, and that emptiness is comforting. There’s no room for disappointment when you have no expectations, and everything can be as simple as sips of absynthe on a rooftop with strangers or pouring vodka and leading the march to absolution.

You were right, hell is other people.

The final sentence, a reference to Jean Paul Sartre’s 1943 play No Exit, is a little contrived, thrown in as a literary wink. I was going to include some existential references in my review of Long Gone Before Daylight, chose not to, and then this turns up! My main point is I’ve read these sentences dozens of times over the past few days and they awe me. I scream inside ‘Yes!’ that’s exactly it. How it feels. And it takes a lot to do that to me.

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The Cardigans: Long Gone Before Daylight

Number 1 of 2003 — The Cardigans: Long Gone Before Daylight

I never thought much of The Cardigans until they released Gran Turismo. It featured, notably, Erase / Rewind and My Favourite Game. The latter causing controversy with its nihilistic, homicidal, suicidal video. Although most probably, you’ll only have seen the sanitised version in which Nina Persson drives her car. And that’s it. Funny how music channels show Unkle’s Rabbit In Your Headlights, The Prodigy’s Smack My Bitch Up and most relevantly Madonna’s What It Feels Like For A Girl after the watershed, but not this one. I’ve only seen the full video once, and it’s quite affecting. That said, it was Erase / Rewind that made me buy the album. After all, after the media overload of the hideously soppy and sappy Lovefool I needed to be cautious. But the electronic-Blondification of the band meant that it lived on my iPod for quite sometime, and I was rather pleased with it. However, in retrospect, the album didn’t have enough good songs to warrant it being in my top 10 of 1998.

My scepticism was renewed when they released For What’s It’s Worth – the first single from this album. I didn’t much care for it. So it took a lot of self-persuasion to buy the album. To this day, I don’t know why I bought it. Lucky I did though.

The first time I listened to Long Gone Before Daylight I remarked to myself that it was a good album, albeit somewhat different from their previous one; perhaps a bit too ‘country’ for me. So I left it alone for a few weeks, then came back to it. I repeated this over a good three or four months. Then I read the official review on Amazon, which piqued my interest again. So I listened to it some more. During this period I must admit the album sounded better and better.

Then there was a defining moment for the relationship between me and this album. It, naturally, involved a bottle of red wine. I decided to listen to this album one evening, around about September 2003. Lights out. Headphones on. Wine in hand. Eyes shut. Onto the first track:

Communication: “For 27 years I’ve been trying / to believe and confide in / different people I found / Some of them got closer than others / and some wouldn’t even bother / and then you came around”. Uh huh. “I didn’t really know what to call you / you didn’t know me at all / but I was happy to explain / I never really knew how to move you / so I tried to intrude through / the little holes in your veins.”. You have to listen to this. Whilst there are at least three ways to interpret the lyrics, written on a page, they only give half of the story. The song starts barely as a whisper and grows gradually with the most subtle string accompaniment. Actually, this is pretty much the tone of the album. Downbeat is an understatement. Reigned in, restrained. Sparse. Spacious. Sublime. You can sit yourself right inside the performance.

The lyrics to You’re The Storm help to clarify the confusion. This is Imagery 101. ”..and if you want me I’m your country / If you win me I’m forever”. It’s this track that made me realise that this album wasn’t merely a collection of songs. Maybe there’s a cohesion across all the tracks. It’s a view that I couldn’t shake once I considered it.

So, here am I listening to the album, making up my own mind about how one travels from A to B. A Good Horse, ”..now I’m trying out another heart” onto And Then You Hit Me, ”..you gave me your name and signed / with a halo around my eye”. Then Couldn’t Care Less, “My heart don’t beat like before / It’s never been this slow / No, my blood don’t flow anymore / And you couldn’t care less, could you?. Again, at least three ways of interpreting the song. Confusing, yes. But it makes me think. A lot.

Now, having written this. I must point out the close of Couldn’t Care Less. It ends with a drawn out coda, almost like an orchestral arrangement in the middle of a play, where stage hands are working behind the scenes getting ready for the next act. Then there’s a gap. Of about 5 seconds. And it’s so so important. Because we’re then into Please Sister. And I realised, as Amazon pointed out, that this is a soundtrack to a musical. You can sing along to the album too. Please Sister is remarkable for its more upbeat arrangement. Nina pleads throughout the song for a new lover. Which is why Couldn’t Care Less preceeds it. For What It’s Worth picks up the tone more. Nina’s found her new friend and she’s making the most of it “Hey, baby come ‘round / keep holding me down / and I’ll be keeping you up tonight”, but she gets more than she bargained for: “For what it’s worth – I love you / and what is worse – I really do..”. Which ruins their relationship.

The consequences of the next song Lead Me Into The Night are laid out on Live and Learn. The latter an affirmation of the journey taken “I got blistered and burned / and lost what I’d earned / but I lived and learned / yes, I lived and learned”. A justification of where she went and what she did. But she then turns to drink on Feathers and Down, “So you’re tryin’ to do what they did / your friends that turned to liquid / and got lost in a sea / and now you’re drowning me”. It’s a beautiful song. But not as beautiful as the final track 03.45: No Sleep. Nina lies awake, reflecting on her life, her past lovers, her despair, but she seems to be aware that things will change and get better, although this is never stated.

One thing I should point out is the second half of the album. In my book that’s from Please Sister onwards. There’s no other series of songs on any other album I own that are as remarkable, as perfectly written – musically and lyrically, arranged and performed as those six tracks. Plus there’s Nina’s amazing singing. Nothing comes close. In the right mood, it’s a truly emotionally draining experience. Whilst I really listened to the album for the first time that night in September, nothing else mattered to me. Truly, nothing else existed. It’s ultimately for this reason, this experience and these feelings that this album makes it to the top spot for 2003. Thank you.

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Dead Can Dance: The Host of Seraphim

Back when I was at university, there was a period when I was very ‘into’ Dead Can Dance. The somewhat pretentious indie-ambient-arty-elegiac duo of Brendan Perry — who sung in ways you could understand, portentous and dusty — and Lisa Gerrard, whose breathtaking singing used ancient languages and voices I never managed to understand. Her songs always sounded thousands of years old. A fair few other collaborators joined them over the years since forming in 1981 and splitting in 1998. There is a reunion tour and album planned for next year.

At the time, my flatmates never ever understood why I loved them. I suspect many millions of people never would, even if I had the chance to tell them all.

Lisa Gerrard, as some may know, has gone onto greater things in the most recent years of her career. Namely co-writing the soundtracks to Gladiator and Tears of the Sun with Hans Zimmer, The Insider and Ali with Pieter Bourke, and writing Whale Rider on her tod. She and Brendan continue to write ‘album’ music, albeit separately and with others.

So, I was watching Ripley’s Game yesterday on Sky, and yet again, some bright spark decides to use snippets of Dead Can Dance’s The Host of Seraphim. Sacrilege. Yes, that’s the right word. It’s popping up everywhere nowadays. Future Sound of London sampled Dawn of the Iconoclast for their 1991 track Papua New Guinea and Chemical Brothers sampled Song of Sophia for their track Song to the Siren. Now this. Dear me.

Anyhow, I digress.

Listen to a Dead Can Dance album. Start with The Serpent’s Egg. Then work forwards and backwards. Or just buy the boxset or one of the compilations A Passage In Time or Wake.

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Nerina’s Back

Nerina Pallot has just finished her follow-up album to her 2001 masterpiece debut Dear Frustrated Superstar. Which was a masterpiece. In case you didn’t read right the first time I mentioned it. Just now. She’s currently touting it round record labels in the hope it will get released sometime in the new year. Provisionally entitled Fires.

Nerina likes Butterfly Boucher’s album too. So that’s a cool and groovy tie-in to my recent post.

Until her new website is up she’s also got a MySpace page where you can listen to some of her new music (Idaho and Heart Attack are both fab) and read more about her. Her ‘narcissism’ post is her new bio.

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