Art by Roland Winkhart
I thought to write about something else today, but I’ll stick to music and keep it light (and no, I have not been singing karaoke again). Music is one of those universal things that are part of cultures as self-evidently as food and clothing among other things. I am not going to ponder about different uses of music, what one’s preferences in music might tell about oneself, why music can move us so much, or any other interesting dimensions of sonic magic. I might do some of that later, though. Maybe you will do such pondering in the comments section in addition to telling what those soundwaves that you have been putting your fork and knife (or spoon or sticks if it wasn’t all fingerfood) into have been called?
During the last week my soundwave menu (served to needs of all floors of my house of consciousness, more or less) has been dominated by these artists and their cookings (not in any particular order): Kate Bush: Lionheart, Laibach: Wat, Ovro: Gegendurchgangenzeit, Niko Skorpio: The Hidden Nameless, Cosine Nomine: Electric Deer Fiends, Pixies: Surfer Rosa, Keuhkot: Minun käy sääliksi bilharzialoista, Wesley Willis: Greatest Hits, Vol.3, Bad Sector: Plasma, and des Esseintes: Les Diaboliques.