small things
Jun. 30th, 2006 21:17various comments i left elsewhere:
these days i mostly just fantasize about going to concerts; i no longer actually like being there. love the music, love the variations that playing live introduces -- but too many people crammed together, and so many of them screeching.
no, i am not getting old! :) i like a lot of new, alternative music. i just no longer want the whole live experience. *looks with bemusement at old pink floyd concert tshirts*. *sigh*.
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matociquala said: Which is the other reason why the cover art doesn't matter. Because the image in your head is the one that is right.
i wish. it doesn't work that way for me. or rather, i really have to work against the cover, insisting that it's ok to totally ignore it. visuals affect me much more directly than descriptions, they worm their way straight into my mind. where they'll run right smack into the descriptions, and it is a battle to change them to match. it is probably easier for me to ignore the descriptions, except i really rather want to view the people similar to how the author saw them.
i know that the cover is meant to make me pick up the book and read the back blurb (which i also resist, because so many blurbs are teh evil). but i do sincerely wish publishers would make at least a reasonable effort to depict characters as the author envisioned them. it takes some of the joy out of reading if i have to fight to visualize things.
her suggestion was to send me books in plain brown wrappers. i like that! :)
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the term browncoat (from whedon's firefly universe) makes me wibble and feel all "homeland security". weird how deep some associations go. the poor colour brown; it never did anything to deserve this massive taint.
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speaking of concerts, toad the wet sprocket have reunited and are touring this summer. i wish i still liked going to concerts, because that's one that would just rock me.
these days i mostly just fantasize about going to concerts; i no longer actually like being there. love the music, love the variations that playing live introduces -- but too many people crammed together, and so many of them screeching.
no, i am not getting old! :) i like a lot of new, alternative music. i just no longer want the whole live experience. *looks with bemusement at old pink floyd concert tshirts*. *sigh*.
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i wish. it doesn't work that way for me. or rather, i really have to work against the cover, insisting that it's ok to totally ignore it. visuals affect me much more directly than descriptions, they worm their way straight into my mind. where they'll run right smack into the descriptions, and it is a battle to change them to match. it is probably easier for me to ignore the descriptions, except i really rather want to view the people similar to how the author saw them.
i know that the cover is meant to make me pick up the book and read the back blurb (which i also resist, because so many blurbs are teh evil). but i do sincerely wish publishers would make at least a reasonable effort to depict characters as the author envisioned them. it takes some of the joy out of reading if i have to fight to visualize things.
her suggestion was to send me books in plain brown wrappers. i like that! :)
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the term browncoat (from whedon's firefly universe) makes me wibble and feel all "homeland security". weird how deep some associations go. the poor colour brown; it never did anything to deserve this massive taint.
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speaking of concerts, toad the wet sprocket have reunited and are touring this summer. i wish i still liked going to concerts, because that's one that would just rock me.
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on 2006-07-01 05:23 (UTC)Me too! And somehow my mental image of the author gets conflated with the cover art, too, which can be really peculiar.
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on 2006-07-01 08:10 (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-02 04:25 (UTC)Heh. That revelation happened for me at my first Pink Floyd concert. Admittedly it was the New Floyd, so the sense of exciting spectacle was a bit deficient anyway.
I was sitting in row ZZ at the Rosemont Horizon, next to Lisa Singh. I looked out at the tiny figures below, listened to the sound coming out of the speakers, and realized that this sounded just like listening to the album at home.
Other than the vague interest one might have in seeing who played on which songs, there was nothing to take away from a note-perfect megaconcert. Lisa was wired for sound and taping the whole thing. Somehow that made the experience doubly pointless. (Actually the whole thing was triply pointless, but that was for reasons having nothing to do with the Floyd. *sigh*)
Pretty soon thereafter I switched to Local Music, since at least there was some reason to be at the concerts. Is there a coffeehouse and small-club scene in Victoria with good, alternative music? (And didn't we go to a Mudhens show at Mabel's once?)
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on 2006-07-03 06:09 (UTC)i am unfortunately not in victoria, and not close enough for impromptu jaunts to evening gigs. there is something of a music scene here, but it hasn't particularly spoken to me -- but i've not made a big effort either. victoria would be easier because of more variety. well, once we're on the boat, victoria is a likely location for overwintering.
i went to a bunch of stuff at mabel's. don't remember the mudhens, but it sounds vaguely familiar.
i think i might have to shift my public consumption of music to folk, because the audience is likely not to be as noisy. and there's lots of good folk music to be had in the general vicinity, and hey, it's summer.
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on 2006-07-05 21:43 (UTC)I've pretty much done that, partially because of location and budget, but also because I can't do really loud or crowded (especially in situations where I don't have mobility) any more. I supplement with outdoor classical and community band concerts in the summer.