“Sushi. Roti. Reibekuchen”

I’m trying to get my head around how to write about ambient music. I share albums occasionally but struggle mightily to describe any of it. I believe it’s because how I interact with ambient music doesn’t lend itself to adjectives. As might be expected, my relationship with ambient music is rather um ambient; right? There are no verses and choruses being sung at me that I listen to, engage and maybe sing along with. Ambient music exists around me and I tune in and out, mostly unconsciously, I suppose. I don’t listen to parts or instruments, but the entirety of the soundscape, like a landscape. Using that metaphor, most other music is like engaging in the world with people and about specific things; ambient music is more like a walk alone in a forest. They talk about nature bathing, ambient’s like music bathing. See? How do you write about that?

So I think I have to simply put the album up and say, have at it if you’re into this sort of thing. 

So check this out. Brian Eno must never sleep. This came out of nowhere* – an awesome collaborative album with Eno, Holger Czukay and J Peter Schwalm. “Sushi. Roti. Reibekuchen” Have at it. 

*I should be clear that this came out of nowhere for me isn’t probably all that newsworthy. It’s not like I’m checking in with Eno to see what’s coming.

Don’t Go!

Dudes wanna go live on Mars, have you heard that? I wonder if they’ve spent much time thinking about it. A couple of red flags.

I mean, what if you don’t like it? You’re 232,000,000 miles from home. You’re fucked. Plus, the planet is about as inhospitable as inhospitable can be, not only in terms of temperature, dust storms, and no air to breathe, but there’s radiation and lots of it. Mars is essentially trying to kill you.

Plus, you’d be living in a state of the art Habitrail, and seeing the same fucking people over and over and over, day after day after day.

FUN!

And yet all these billionaire dudes are actually seriously planning to do that very thing. Don’t go, fellas. It’s a really, really bad idea and the reality of Mars is that no one who’s rational, therefore, trustworthy, would ever join you.

The science is cool though.