I was recently listening to Nevermind by Nirvana, and it got me thinking about the 90s - and more specifically music of that decade. From that thought, I started to think what my favourite albums would be of that said time period. The 1990's were a strange time, the last decade of the 20th Century saw major changes in not only music but in society, technology, and politics. Musically, hip-hop morphed from the 70s New York scene into the huge money-making machine it is today. Artists such as Nas, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube were all massive. Alas, hip-hop doesn't trump rock for mine, therefore you will not see a hip-hop album on this list (sorry hip-hop fans.. I will say though that Illmatic by Nas is my favourite hip-hop album of that era). I also grew up during the 90s - from the ages of 3-13. Even though I didn't get to listen to most of these albums till after the 90s were finished, I can look back on them as being a part of my childhood.
Note on selection: As I was scrolling through my iTunes library, filtered for the 90s, I noticed that there were certain bands that featured with a few albums; some bands that are my favourite of all time. Therefore I placed a selection criteria on myself that only one album per band was allowed, otherwise this list would have only 2-3 bands. There is no other caveat, just for the music to be awesome!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
A Day With You
Shots from Eden Luke and Jay's fun filled trip across America...or at least from Vegas to San Fran via Yosemeti.
Music, Filming and Editing by Jay Bovino
Music, Filming and Editing by Jay Bovino
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Suburbs - Gardening with Mr Sampson
“C’mon you piece of shit! C’MON!” his frustration grew as he looked down at his lifeless piece of machinery. Years ago he barely had to touch it and it was up and ready to go. He looked out at the lush body in front of him, growing wild in anticipation. He could tame it if he could just get going. He yanked and pulled. He was starting to get violent. His wife would be so disappointed if he couldn’t get the job done. He tweaked the knob and applied more oil – he didn’t want to do permanent damage but he worked furiously.
With one last effort, sweat dripping down his face, he pulled. It struggled, coughing and spluttering but eventually the lawn mower kicked into action. Finally his tool was working again and he went straight to action, pushing it straight ahead, into the dense scrub. He hadn’t mown that lawn in years, embarrassed when his old machine wouldn’t work. Had it run out of ticker?
“You can get things to help it work better” his wife had said
“No, I don’t need them. It will work, just wait.”
“Let me try,” she insisted.
“No you’re too rough, you don’t know it like I do.”
“Well the grass needs to be cut. Maybe I’ll just go out and get a new lawnmower!”
The motor groaned as he penetrated the thicket. He aimed straight for the centre of the lawn, as if in defiance of the years of neglect and inaction. The garden responded with a heavy wind; rustling and raising the attention of each blade of grass. They called to him. Beckoning him, taunting him but secretly desiring his forceful presence. The Sun glistened off the light morning dew, twinkling and winking at him. Telling him it was ready.
He caressed the curvatures on the outer border. He wouldn’t need a Whipper Snipper - he could finish it off all by himself. Back and forth he worked, sweating and breathing heavily. Up and down the vast field. In and out of each nook and cranny. He was like a kid again, experiencing the joys of this hard labour for the first time. He got his mower into spots he had never reached before and the garden screamed in excitement, responding with cracking twigs and rustling leaves. Bits of grass and scrub and bush shooting and squirting out in every direction.
As he finished the lawn off he took out the grass catcher and brought it to the head of the garden. With his final efforts he aimed it at the compost pile. Shouting in triumph and satisfaction he unleashed the heavy load.
***
The next day he stood outside admiring the work he had done. His neighbour’s daughter, 22 year old Amy Phillips, came over.
“Hey Mr Sampson, my parents are away for a month and I need my lawn mown before a party I’m having tonight. Could you help me?”
Sampson got out his trusty lawnmower and took it across the street. He got it started in one go.
- Eden
With one last effort, sweat dripping down his face, he pulled. It struggled, coughing and spluttering but eventually the lawn mower kicked into action. Finally his tool was working again and he went straight to action, pushing it straight ahead, into the dense scrub. He hadn’t mown that lawn in years, embarrassed when his old machine wouldn’t work. Had it run out of ticker?
“You can get things to help it work better” his wife had said
“No, I don’t need them. It will work, just wait.”
“Let me try,” she insisted.
“No you’re too rough, you don’t know it like I do.”
“Well the grass needs to be cut. Maybe I’ll just go out and get a new lawnmower!”
The motor groaned as he penetrated the thicket. He aimed straight for the centre of the lawn, as if in defiance of the years of neglect and inaction. The garden responded with a heavy wind; rustling and raising the attention of each blade of grass. They called to him. Beckoning him, taunting him but secretly desiring his forceful presence. The Sun glistened off the light morning dew, twinkling and winking at him. Telling him it was ready.
He caressed the curvatures on the outer border. He wouldn’t need a Whipper Snipper - he could finish it off all by himself. Back and forth he worked, sweating and breathing heavily. Up and down the vast field. In and out of each nook and cranny. He was like a kid again, experiencing the joys of this hard labour for the first time. He got his mower into spots he had never reached before and the garden screamed in excitement, responding with cracking twigs and rustling leaves. Bits of grass and scrub and bush shooting and squirting out in every direction.
As he finished the lawn off he took out the grass catcher and brought it to the head of the garden. With his final efforts he aimed it at the compost pile. Shouting in triumph and satisfaction he unleashed the heavy load.
***
The next day he stood outside admiring the work he had done. His neighbour’s daughter, 22 year old Amy Phillips, came over.
“Hey Mr Sampson, my parents are away for a month and I need my lawn mown before a party I’m having tonight. Could you help me?”
Sampson got out his trusty lawnmower and took it across the street. He got it started in one go.
- Eden
Monday, October 11, 2010
A Mind Alike
“The ‘you’ who is happy,
is the right ‘you’.”
A: How to be..?
B: Be you.
A: And what if you is not right?
B: Then change you.
A: But then you are not you anymore.
B: Unless you agree with the new you.
A: But then who's doing the agreeing, you or you 2?
B: I don't know, but, I'm not sure what a pop band has to do with this..
A: What? No, you idiot. The new you.
B: Who is the new me?
A: The one you are becoming.
B: Who am I becoming!?
A: What? No one! What are you talking about?! This is about me!
B: What are you talking about, “Me...”? I am you!
A: That’s not the point. Look..
B: No. wait. You know what? I’m sick of you. You're always wanting something different, not liking who you are... making me question myself. I don't need that negativity anymore. It’s time to start worrying about real issues and stop wasting time on you. It’s time to get out of my head.
A: What!? You can't do this. I was you first! I know what's right for me!
B: And what’s right for me, is what’s right for you, and what’s right for you is just me. It’s time to open my mind. Be happy. Be me. Goodbye.
Written by,
- Luke.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Danny & Annie
I was going to try and write something about love and love stories with the intent of posting this video. However, nothing I can write is good enough. This should be shared:
- Dogman
- Dogman
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