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sound, noise. currently i am reading peter ackroyd's London, which is a big chunk of a novel about london. i am not actually sure what use it will be to me, but then it rose an interesting discussion on noise. specifically how noise in london before the 19th century, was considered a roar of life (i think this is how he referred to it). the noise of london meant life, and when this changed later, and noise became something that officials tried to quieten down, noise became a dull grind, artificial, without life, the noise of the city was something which crushed the individual. (or so.)

which was interesting. because in the centre of sydney, i've always thought of the noise there, the rush of cars, buses, trucks, the flow of people, the sound of food, of music (lots of background music in the centre of sydney, you ever noticed?) and that to be the hustle of life. it is noise that shows life. i can't remember hearing the sound of the waves at the rocks, not automatically--and certainly not first--but at any rate, it doesn't seem as important to the sign of life.

drift out onto roads, and the noise of automobiles becomes something else, the dull grind of artificialness. drift into the suburbs, and those sounds remain the same, and it is certainly more quiet, but the sound of life is the birds, the rustle of leaves, the screams of children, music (though not the background music of the centre of sydney, which is found in the stores and drifting out like vile thoughts to lodge in your mind... oh? too much? yes, well, the next time i am forced to listen to kylie minogue or any other derivative of music i don't like, i will scream and tear the speakers out instead then... heh. that was stupid. delete? nah. madam g will love it.)... well, i lost track of where i was, bound sufficient to say that sounds in different areas have different signals, for life and the grind of the future.

i also got thinking about pub music, though probably because i was in one last week. (what a fantastic life i have.) pub music changes where you go as well: in parramatta, it's the 80's glam rock and the newer current rock, but whatever, hair is in and cold chisel was still played why i was there. it's triple m, or today fm, or whatever version of m is that plays cold chisel.

it reminds me of that area 7 song, 'nobody likes a bogan'.


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Apr. 14th, 2002 05:02 am (UTC)
You are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Correct. Goodness You know me too well. As soon as I saw your Kylie bashing I knew INSTANTLY that I had to reply. Even tho I have NOTHING whatsoever to add that is meaningful and I know that there is no way in hell that I'd ever change your mind on this.
But you just can't bash our Kyles. She's a living legend. Now I admit that she started out just a little too 80's, but then didn't they all. It took years for me to get over my dislike of the 'Singing Budgie' But I think Light Years sealed it for me. It's still in my damn cd player. Our girl has come of age. FINALLY! Guy Pearce in cinema, Kyles in Club anthems. Well, gay club anthems I don't know what anyone else thinks.

And I think it depends on what mood one is in as to whether noise is the sound of life. Sometimes, in a hurry to get from girlie top shop A to girlie top shop B all that racket just fills my head to exploding point. And when Raoul finally honks the last of the pedestrians out of the way on Pitt St mall and we pull up to Dotti, or Supre and I emerge from the towncar & hear Kylie, well it's like honey to a bee darling. The sounds of my subculture beckon me into the warm, glittered embrace of tight club top shopping. Ah I'm home.
Madam G
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