Just read my previous post again and found a rather distressing vein of irritation flowing through it. Is it because I have exams in less than a week? Yes. Then what am I doing here blogging when I should at least appear to be at my desk with some voluminous tome dedicated on how to carve people effectively, safely and beautifully. Yes, au contraire to public opinion we surgeons are aesthetic. We like dabbling in things that would make most people go pale in the face and wrench the guts of a significant proportion but still we are aesthetic. Not Ascetic, acerbic perhaps but aesthetic. Of the many voluminous tomes that I often refer to, in the blog and outside, where I have to refer to them, most wax eloquently about the aesthetics of surgery. And there's the occasional Head of Department (fondly called 'Chief' after the Chinooks or the Apaches I'm not sure which) who'll peer over your shoulder and gently remind you that whatever you're trying to stitch up is a person and not a gunny bag. And so we learn and try drilling this fact into the many scalpel happy children who seem to entering the halls of Surgery nowadays.
That apart this post is about this new genre of music that I've recently discovered. Before certain people accuse me of being pompous enough to say that I 'discovered' a new genre, let me explain. It's been around for a while and I learnt of it's existence now. Like Darwin discovered that big turtle. Those of you who pay attention to what you read and store every word in some vague recess of your memory, you would remember Supreme Beings of Leisure. Those miserable worms of readers who simply scan through, skipping alternate words, lines or even paragraphs depending on your attention span, it's this new band I've been listening to.
It turns out that a bunch of people in Bristol or some such scenic locale in England decided that hip hop wasn't trippy enough and so they made this totally new kind of music with 'ambience' and 'groove'. With 'break-beats' and sample heavy synthesizing. All those technicalities apart it sounds like it sounds - trippy. Morcheeba, Supreme Beings, Massive Attack, Lamb would be a good set to start. The sound is often dark especially with Massive Attack's Mezzanine album. For those of you who've watched House, MD the title track is a sample of a song off this album 'Teardrop'.
When music like this gets too easy going, for times when that extra energy is a must, for late night journeys into the textbook - we switch to industrial. Now don't get me wrong it's not my favourite type of music and given a choice I wouldn't listen to too much of it. But when journeying into the aforementioned, there's nothing like the OSTs of Spawn, Matrix, Mortal Kombat and Prodigy's Fat of the Land to make throw one convulsive jerk and hit it like there's no tomorrow. You can throw in chemical brothers but there's a tendency to zulu dance to galvanize which can be detrimental.
So there it is boys a girls a guide to the latest noise that's haunting my haunt.
Of course I had the option of talking about Aldous' Brave New World or what's been happening in the world for the past week or so but it's depressing enough to have to read it in the newspaper. Why waste blog space ranting about the ABVP or the NSUI, or how politics today is like politics 2000 years ago - founded on clan and tribe, or how political parties are wooing Abu Salem to contest in elections.
May Balrogs eat them all.
