As promised, I am slowly, reticently introducing you, the vast readership, to my talented friends. Doing so, I feel somewhere between Kim Jong Il and Ernest Hemingway. Make of that what you will. However, the following man needs no introduction; he's already taken the internet and some newspapers by storm. You may know him for … Continue reading Mr Hummels introduces: The Tower of Babel by Benny Profane
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Fractal Protein: A cautionary tale
"Basically, I'm hoaching for a ride." said Kev. He was stood dripping in a poorly lit changing room; his back was aflame with backne, his chest stooped inward and a towel hid his banger. "Aye well yer no gonnae get a ride oan that shite. The gear makes ye fuckin' crabbit and ye cannae git … Continue reading Fractal Protein: A cautionary tale
On Aesthetics, Creativity, Social Media and the music of Lists.
Listening to Lists is something I've rarely experienced with art, not something I've not felt before, but something rare. I can tell you I felt the same thing when I saw Mulholland drive or heard nude by Radiohead, it was something that was somehow tailored not just for me, but for the moment around me. … Continue reading On Aesthetics, Creativity, Social Media and the music of Lists.
The day Darren streaked.
It might not impress you as it did me. The day he ran out in front of the team. He was fat and hairy and everyone was there. Darren was naked, but he didn't care. An annual event, to which we'd all gather, and watch as the teams bathed in mud and chased bladder. He … Continue reading The day Darren streaked.
Mr Hummels’ Great big film review in the sun
"Quantity over quality is a maxim to live by." Genghis Khan This is really a list for my own records, when I struggle to remember my own name some kind soul can pop these on in the background as I watch the birds. You should know that on this computer there is also a fantastically … Continue reading Mr Hummels’ Great big film review in the sun
Dear Spotify,
This may come as something of a surprise but I some things I would like to get off of my chest. I have been a subscriber to your services for some time now - more recently I have come to question our relationship. It took me some time to subscribe to your services however I … Continue reading Dear Spotify,
Review -Mastersystem – Dance Music, Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing, Adam Buxton Bowiewallow and added bonus – tangential reflections on life, death, etc.
I recently wrote, in a bit of a fraught state, about the death of Scott Hutchinson. Like many other fans I've tried to excavate the loss of a hero by pouring over the archives of alternate projects, B-sides, interviews and the old classics. The more I watch and listen, the more things seem to make … Continue reading Review -Mastersystem – Dance Music, Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing, Adam Buxton Bowiewallow and added bonus – tangential reflections on life, death, etc.
On… Television
In accordance with my last post, I'm going to chunder out a mass review of all the tv I watched over the exam period. I kept a list and everything. Also in accordance with the last post, the generally confused and subjective tone. The general formula of TV is formula. Do it once, well. Well, do … Continue reading On… Television
Theory and Praxiszzzz
As I attempt to synthesise a semesters worth of sociological theory alongside a semester of unwritten posts and scribbles from a notebook, do not lose heart. There will be a point to all of this. The life of an anonymous, poorly-subscribed-to online lifestyle brand is a lonely one. The nature of living our creative existence … Continue reading Theory and Praxiszzzz
A letter of thanks – by way of out of date review and a bad poem.
I wrote a long diatribe, a review, before Mr Hummels came into being, about Frightened Rabbit. The review which I wrote focused on the intense brilliance of Frightened Rabbit - in the intimate setting of Princess St HMV. It was the first event of this sort which I had been to alone and felt an … Continue reading A letter of thanks – by way of out of date review and a bad poem.
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