Just had a recruitment consultant contact me about a job. Not sure if anything will come of it, but lobbed my CV in their direction and scared the moths away from my new suit.
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Yorkshire Square is an old mucker from a music discussion forum I run. He very kindly bought a copy of EchoNET and has decided to review it for me. Below is his review and it nails the album to its core. It’s very perceptive.
You may be aware of this album, as a certain member of the board never seems to stop banging on about it (now who would that be?)
Anyway, my CD+DVD arrived in the post from CDBaby just the other day and I’ve been immersing myself in its delights ever since.
Aficionados of Mr Lock will already know where his styles lie and EchoNET continues, what for me is, his most successful genre. This is a wholly instrumental of guitar based music with additional percussion and effects. The lack of vocals is a real boost as Mr Lock sings like my granny farts; roughly and out of tune.
The music on the whole is undemanding, but has sufficient variety to maintain interest throughout; its a bit like easy listening for the left-field generation. The one thing that strikes me is that over the years Darren has really started to develop his own style (or lack of it in some tracks from previous outings). On earlier albums the influence of other well known players was more apparent but on EchoNET the artist plays very much in his own unique style. I did detect a hint of some of Yorkshire Square’s brilliant tracks from the Projekction CD in there, but then realised that all of the actual music was played by Mr Lock, so that probably explains that then!
This album should be in any self-respecting music lovers collection. If you haven’t got it yet, get it now. If you’ve downloaded it (especially if it was an illegal download), buy the CD+DVD set for the glorious surround sound and the sight of Mr Locks cheesy grin in the video of the last track. Go on; do it now!
The more I think about it, the angrier I become. Must unpack my music gear. Got a lot of frustration to vent…
Today, the GoogleCameraVanTM passed the shop at the precise moment we pulled up outside, laden with stock from the cash & carry. I pulled a silly face, so that my gurning ugliness will be preserved for future kind. Of course, they’ll probably blur out my chiselled adonis good looks, but I don’t mind. If I’d had the time, I would have mooned it and challenged them to blur that out!!!
I didn’t manage to get my studio up-and-running today. Too much crap to clear. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow… Wanting to create and not being able to create is really annoying me now.
I’m posting stuff at Facebook now because I can control who reads my random thoughts rather than leaving it open to the great unwashed. If you want to find out what’s really going on, you’ll just have to sign up and wait for my approval. Here I is.
Not sure what to do with this place with regards to the blog as I feel somewhat restricted in what I can post. These restrictions are, of course, self-imposed and related to my current situation. Once I move on I will resurrect it, but in the mean time it will be only for my music/video outputs, which will be pretty yawnsome for those of you who want all the juicy tit-bits.
Toodles…
I can’t decide if it is a good thing that my mere presence strikes fear into the hearts of a certain adult male and causes them to change direction in the street and hide behind parked cars in order to break my gaze? This person may or may not have wronged me in the past and now their actions indicate that my suspicions are well-founded. Am I a god or a devil? I am human, which lies somewhere in-between.
Meanwhile, after 12 years of owning various ovens in various dwellings (at this count, six ovens in four houses), I have cleaned my first oven today. Normally, I just buy a new one…
The human mind is like a mansion with a multitude of different rooms. Some are light and airey, some are dark and claustrophobic, others are cluttered and confused. The key to self-awareness is to realise which room you are in and which is the quickest route out, if necessary.
Sleep clears the mind. Repetitive work feeds the soul.
I thought that there was a light at the end of the tunnel…that it is always darkest before the dawn…but instead I realise that I haven’t quite hit the bottom yet. I am very, very scared and there appears to be no way out.
A miracle and a stiff drink??? But it’s always darkest before you open your eyes…
The trick is indeed to keep smiling…