Musical tidbits
The human is a social animal. The Idol contender is not. We’re into the equivalent of roller derby, except that the level of cooperation is coincidental. Only one will make it to the top of the pile, and the elbows (vocally) are flying. Welcome to Hollywood. Not as much fun as auditions. A constant reminder of the underbelly of the beast.
And how about the Glee gang dissing the Beeb, last evening. (Not the BBC; the other one). From the entertainment press this morning, we learn that there are many angry munchkins out there. There may be more important things going on around the world, but I like my humour served up musically.
Is the CD disappearing? The Guardian announced the impending closure of the last retail outlet devoted to peddling plastic on the Island. Does this mean that people without computers (and personal music players) will no longer have an option for buying music? Will this be the push that makes piracy (how I hate the misuse of the term) a mainstay of life in the twenty-tens? Or will we witness a renewed interest in kitchen parties and mouth music?
Will my next house include a room designated as the “conservatory”? Time to start negotiating.
I happened to check out the price of a macro lens today, and nearly swallowed my tongue. Time to start testing how well my bellows and Takumar combo work in this new digital world. No autofocus linkage, though. At least the exposure guesswork will require less damage to the environment.
