|Watch my life disappear in a puff of music
||[Nov. 10th, 2008|11:35 pm]
|||||Garbage - Hammering in my head||]|
Despite the dodgy tag-line, I'm really getting into Audio Surf. It's like playing in a graphic visualiser. The really funny thing is, the music doesn't become an afterthought. For some reason, I was expecting that even though the level was based around the music, I'd forget about it in pursuit of the game. Not so. It seems to act as a way to focus your attention and really make you appreciate it to a greater degree. It's more than slightly addictive, and is quite trance-inducing. If nothing else, it sets aside a space for me to truly enjoy music that I haven't enjoyed since secondary school (oh, and feeling sorry for myself in Surrey, but let's forget that bit for now).
The strange thing is, I was playing a song that I listened to obsessively during my teens, and I realise now how much I integrated it into my life. Overworked and undersexed. I don't know if that's a testament to the suggestibility of a teenager listening to the same album hour after hour, or if it's more a shining example of an artist's ability to articulate the stresses and strains of adult life. Both, perhaps?
I'm saying all of this less than a month into a job. Is this how it goes? You be a responsible adult by day, doing something you love until you nearly drown in it, and drag your sorry, drained self back across the city - an act that takes one eighth of your day in total (to and from) - and come home with your few joules of mental and physical energy to play games so you can remember your teenage years?
In other news I started another batch of mead - this one seems far healthier. It's meant to be a no-age mead, which means that once it's ready, it should be good to drink. For those of you wondering what's happening with the last batch, it's sitting in a corner, letting itself settle. This time I feel I have a little more experience - a different yeast, and a good start to it (I let them go nuts in a jar of apple juice (250ml), honey (about a teaspoon or so) and yeast nutrient for 24 hours), a simple recipe, and it's already gone hell-for-leather better than the first one. It's bubbling really nicely. This one seems a lot more capable. It's strange, I've already attributed a different personality to this one - the first was lumbering and awkward, while this one's lighter, spunkier and somehow cuter. I wish I could explain the hows and whys, but I fear my mind is tuned to a key not often heard by others.