Spotify Wrapped

As I start writing this, I realise that it’s my first post with WordPress 5.0. As usual with a WordPress update, I chose not to read any of the instructions – something that has never mattered before – and now I find myself quite (or more) bemused by the whole situation. My God, it’s horrible. How do I go back? 

I clicked through on one of those review of the year things. This one was for Spotify, which I’ve only had for about 5 months.  Here’s my Top Artists, Genre, Songs etc. 

 

That image might not look like much, but it took me 35 minutes to upload, so damn well look at it, even though it’s probably still far too big.  

The several hours I spent solely on Ludovico Einaudi equate nicely with my air travel. His music has always been my goto on iPod or Spotify for calming, relaxing times on big planes.

 

Look at me with my lack of mainstream nonsense. And it’s not for want of being contrary. I like what I listen to. And I listen to what I like. 

Right. You can do your Spotify Wrapped here. And I’d love to write some more about it, but this editor is wearing me down already. It’s fecking awful and I want to go back to 4.9. I have no idea how to add categories or tags and they’re supposed to making it easier, better, more intuitive. 

It’s making me sad and I need to stop now. 

Dyes Inlet

Cue song lyrics: (YES, IT’S ON THIS PLAYLIST)

I remember your silhouette on Dyes Inlet
Against the silver sheen of a moon like painted glass
Under stars out on a pier; a celestial sphere
We were weightless as the waves that disappeared

Death Cab For Cutie waxing lyrical, but what the hell is a Dyes Inlet?

Well, it’s a:

Picturesque bay featuring boating, swimming, a waterfront park, marina, boardwalk & boat launch

in Washington, USA.

It has a 4-star average on Google, with 3 reviewers scoring it as 3-star, 4-star and 5-star respectively. Let’s look more closely at that spread.

Mysterious Amy Piper went for 3 stars, but declines to tell us why. Maybe some episode of unrequited love occurred here – an event which would surely usually lead to a 1-star rating – but the sheer beauty of the place held its own and she couldn’t help but add on a couple of marks for overall attractiveness. We’ll never know though, because Amy doesn’t expand on her reasons for scoring it thus. Tease.

There’s no holding Brian Salway back though. He’s scene the light, and it’s beautiful. 4 stars from Brian. He would have given it more, but he was unaware of the access to downtown Silverdale.

Brian should have read Jerry Miranda’s review. Jerry Miranda is a huge fan of Dyes Inlet. It’s (equally) the best place he has ever been and he literally couldn’t mark it any higher. Jerry Miranda loves being out on the open ocean inlet either in his kayak or driving his boat. And while those are both great things he can do at Dyes Inlet, it’s the access to downtown Silverdale that really swings it for Jerry Miranda. Other inlets offer watersports opportunities, but there is no other inlet that has that all important access to downtown Silverdale.

Of course, alternatively to get to downtown Silverdale, you could use I3, and then head off down NW Newberry Hill Road, before hanging a left onto Silverdale Way NW, but try doing that in a canoe. Near impossible and downright dangerous. But no. Dyes Inlet has it all when it comes to symbiotic waterborne transport and means of entry to downtown Silverdale. 5 stars. Five.

I’m with Jerry Miranda. The simple fact that there is a rocky point in Dyes Inlet which is called “Rocky Point” means that I’m going to also give it a 100%, 5/5, top of the class review. Simple nomenclature wins every time. There’s also a “Mud Bay”, which (via satellite view on Google Maps) appears to be pretty much silted up; a “Windy Point”, where the trees are all leaning over, and an “Ostrich Bay” (but no: sadly none).

How to save money (for South Africans)

Here’s one that’s going to divide the readership.
Oh, and the way this panned out in my head overnight, it may include some swearing.
So… you know… be warned.

Earlier this week, I saw a lot of people tweeting, sharing and generally acting holier-than-thou online about Black Friday:

“Save 100% this Black Friday by staying at home and not buying anything!”

Which is your prerogative, of course. And I really do understand the sentiment. But if you have been after a flatscreen TV for a couple of months like my mother-in-law has, then why not wait until Black Friday and get the model you want for 30% less?

(She did, yes.)

So, if you need something or if you have planned and saved to buy something, then actually, Black Friday is a very good day to go and buy it.

This isn’t a post about saving money on Black Friday though. This – at least as far as I can work out – is an absolute no-brainer of an idea which will not only save South African individuals a chunk of change, but will also make the world a much nicer place. Which is why it will never catch on.

Yep: we’re back on the concert thing. We have been here before. Often.

We went to see James at Kirstenbosch last night. Here’s them.

Great band, great venue, great gig. Tickets were R545 each. And here in SA, that’s a reasonable price to pay to see an international act. (For reference, Ed Sheeran is coming to Cape Town Stadium next year and prices range from R395 to (eina!) R1360.)

Only the one issue then: once again, many of the crowd talked loudly to one another throughout the entire fecking concert. Not quietly, because that would have been only mildly disrespectful and would have necessitated actually thinking of other people. No. The band played loudly, so they shouted to each other across their picnic blankets about this, that and the other.

Why?

Look, I don’t get it. And [deity] knows I’ve tried to understand. If you want to talk to each other, stay home and talk to each other. If you want to shout to each other, stay home, turn the tele on loudly and shout to each other. If you want to shout to each other across a picnic blanket, why not chuck one down in front of the loud TV and shout at each other across it?

It’s not rocket surgery.

Don’t spend five hundred and forty five fecking Rands each to sit on a dark grassy slope and ruin things for people who – really weirdly – have actually turned up at a concert to hear the band playing and not you shouting to your mate about taking junior to the fecking Constantia Uitsig fecking bike park in the morning.

Stay home.

I just saved you R1090. That’s, like, two overpriced coffees while he’s on the pisspoor dirt track tomorrow. Boom.

Or if you really did pay your Rands to come along to hear the band, then couldn’t your utterly mundane shouty conversation just have waited for an hour and a half?
You bunch of self-absorbed, stereotypical, Southern Suburbs twats.
No wonder everyone hates you.

[deep breath]

Look, I know things won’t change. [narrator: and he was right.]
But they should. [narrator: *chuckles*]

If any of the promoters or venues are reading this (spoiler: they’re not), then please consider designating a section of the audience to be a “quiet zone” like this. Not for people to sit there silently and still, but just for them not to talk throughout all the songs.
An area where people who want to hear the music, who paid to hear the music, can hear the music and not details of the personal experience of one student in last week’s 1st year Economics exam at UCT.
Because I really don’t want to hear that ever anyway. But least of all when I’ve paid 600 bucks to enjoy a concert.

 

Rant over. Until next time, obviously.

Did Britpop cause Brexit?

Question in the Grauniad:

No.

 

(Which, to be fair, the article itself also thankfully concludes.)

Big Sur

I didn’t even hear this track this morning. I merely heard someone mention it and that was enough.

2003 was 15 years ago. Fifteen.

(let that sink in)

Oxymoronically, this song now sounds both incredibly dated and wonderfully youthful and energetic. Memories of watching them perform this on “The Other Stage” at Glastonbury still seem so fresh.

Nothing really happened for The Thrills, which is sad, but you can vicariously enjoy an updated version of their sound through Irish band, Villagers.

More Brilliant Music Like This: Here on Spotify