hirez: (anxious)
There's been a length of brick wall hard against the house, between us and the nice people next door since, er, forever. Since they've had damp problems in that area, they wanted it hauled away and replaced with something that doesn't butt against the building. This is utterly fine by me because, well, why wouldn't it be.

It turns out that our jobbie-pipe was installed hard against that wall, and then the yard covered in rubbish concrete, and, well, imagine everyone's surprise when the poor sod builders dig out the wall to discover the 45-degree pipe had a crack in it and the damp is probably jobbie-related.

On the up-side, no-one appears terribly stressed about it: found a problem, fix it, move on.

On the downside, arse. On a stick.
hirez: (Cooper-Clarke)
Ha! Record player!

The replacement drive elt finally arrived from Germly, so I slung part (a) at assembly (b) and made the entire edifice suffer for its trouble by playing the first 7" out of the box. Which was, er, ELP.

Since the poor animal hadn't been run for a while, the lube on the trunnion shafts and grunge-wheel subframe had gone a bit sticky, but giving it some nice long records to warm up with seems to sorting it right out. Such is the wonder of modern technology, you can print out strobe discs for free off the internet in order to be sure about these things.

I would just like to pause for a moment to consider what's happened since the last time I dug out the vinyl properly, which would have been at Humblebee. Even then, I'd more or less migrated to CD because it was simpler to bung on 'Dummy' or 'Snivilisation' as a soundtrack to an evening of beer, hackery and getting wasted.

I have been able to find and download the user and service manuals for the record player, confirm that the drive-belt was likely past it's sell-by, order same from a posh hi-fi shop in Germany and become mildly narked that it took a week to arrive. The last time I listened to this LP (I am listening to a(n) LP!) - 'Give peace a dance III', a CND benefit compilation - the things that I knew were on the internet were the Usenet, various Sunsite FTP archives (src.doc.ic.ac.uk?) and maybe a demonstration 'home page' at the NCSA in IL. Wherever that was.

The unexpected thing is that vinyl really does sound 'better'.

The rather tiresome thing is that last.fm/audioscrobbler doesn't work.

The not-tiresome thing is that the brief hack with Cucumber and Watir-webdriver worked as advertised. Dunno that it'll lead anywhere, but it was right simple to lash up.


Dec. 27th, 2011 05:05 pm
hirez: (Object)

The narrator's a bit um, yes, well and one can't help wondering what the programme might have been like were it narrated by someone who discovered Peel in oh, I don't know, 1982, but there we are.
hirez: Humppa! (Humppa!)
So, this seems to be the line that's causing the beast to break:

... Which you either can't see because I can't work out how to post raw markup, or will note that is actually mangled HTML rather than the XML the application would be expecting.

It seems that when one requests the comment-export malarkey, you get the LJ homepage instead. Which I will guess is a lack of wossname on the Varnish front. This means that one will have to wait for the Nice People to mend their cache strategy a bit.

hirez: (Trouble with my worms (i))
[livejournal.com profile] scott_lynch Nails it.

Midsummer observances thus far seem to have involved presenting Ma with a tub of Coriander. Tub previously contained a currant bush (You can do your own Eddy jokes) which is now hopefully having a bit of a grow next to the pond. This back-and-forth of containers reminds me of (Amiga)demoscene disk-trading, but then many things remind a chap of other things that one's seen or heard before and they never quite manage a one-to-one mapping.

Next midsummer observance meant trundling up to Mangotsfield station with a pannier of real ale to meet the rest of the Bibulousgoths Bicycling Club. Drink taken, food scoffed, etc. Repaired to very local pub (but really no more local than the Craven or the Copperfields) for the second half. Most satisfactory.
hirez: (safety chicken)

From Ken Garner: kgg@gcal.ac.uk

I am giving a paper early next month at an academic conference on radio
and TV archiving, in Madison, WI, USA, all about what I believe is the
extraordinary phenomenon of John Peel show tape documenting and sharing
online that has grown exponentially in the past few years. To this end I
have set up a short survey online on the listening/taping practices of
Peel's R1 listeners then and now. Whether you taped then or not,
download archive off-air tapes nowadays or not, if Peel was important to
you at any time, I'd really like you to do the survey. It takes 10
minutes. All you have to do is tick boxes. It's completely anonymous. I
am not even tracking IP addresses. And please pass it on to any other
once-Peel fans you know. Here's the link:


ken garner
senior lecturer in media and journalism
Glasgow Caledonian University
author, THE PEEL SESSIONS (2007)
hirez: (Box Frenzy)
I've been listening to old Peel programmes (late 80s/early 90s) in search of wobbly old proto-techno records. Obviously, I could just go and grovel in the relevant record-box because I bought many of the ones I cared for at the time, but tastes change and ears mature.

... Which is why I'm listening to the likes of Fudge Tunnel and Godflesh instead.

I'd better find the Grindcrusher LP.
hirez: (Q-309)
There's a new Treewave, um, thing.

It's very good if you like lo-fi dreampop made on 8-bit kit and dot matrix printers that sounds like Wire, Eno and MBV all at once.

If you don't like that sort of thing, then you'll be convinced it's a terrible racket, Just Not Music there's no tune you can whistle and the singers all look like girls.

(I'm sure I used the phrase 'MBV cover band that only plays 'Map reference...' the last time I mentioned them.)
hirez: (Q-309)
The URL gives it away a bit.

Apparently, the slightly wet chap is Famous On The Intarbets And TV and should probably be forgiven for not wearing a red shirt and black tie before boshing out a version of 'Metal on metal' and/or 'Abzug'. (Or, for serious circular reference, a version of 'He's a whore'.)

Looks like a fine toy, mind.
hirez: (muddy)

(33 1/3rd of the links stolen wholesale from the usual suspects. Of course, if I was any good, I'd have found the Blackout Crew's Manchester Procession piece too.)
hirez: (24)
In a record week for Google failure, it appears that there's not a webshite out there dedicated to logging all the messages scribed into the runout grooves of records by that master of mastering, George Peckham. (The link is purely for those too young to have ever bought records from a shop)

This is a bit poor, since it's exactly the sort of nearly useless information that the internet is famous for. I'm sensing a great need, but hoping that some other Peelite has already done all the heavy lifting.
hirez: (Bunny Eye)
... So you'll have to go listen to the relevant Myspace rather than pay attention to any architectural dancing that I may or may not manage.

However. That there Modulate chappie: bleedin' marvellous racket and no mistake.

There are a set of records cluttering up my house that appear impossible to play loud enough. The Orbital remix of Kinetic by Golden Girls, for instance. I found it on one of the CND 'Give peace a dance' compilations (and now there it is on the youtubes. Well^3.) Also the 'Hashishin' 12" by Astralasia and the first side of 'No sleep 'til Hammersmith'. Of course, this might all be down to the nature of the vinyl mastering process, but I suspect it much more likely that they're just really good records.

I can now add 'Detonation' to that pile. Although in trying to play the CD too loud yesterday, I discovered that the factory-fit speakers in late SAAB 9000s leave something to be desired. There's bit of all sorts in there; N-Joi, Kid606, Virus-powered eurotrance, Pan Sonic-style fun with beat frequencies and some quality breakbeat action lobbed in to confuse the synthare dancers.

It would be nice to think that there's a remixer out there with a serious Josh Wink (or Beltram) habit. I mean, just for a laugh...
hirez: (Q-309)
[livejournal.com profile] jarkman is a very bad chap indeed.
hirez: (Cooper-Clarke)
hirez: (Challenger)
[Grams: Peelie from 2002, provided by the Outer Usenet]


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