Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Just a taste: Chairlift

I've always had the intent that this blog would somehow showcase lesser-known, or at least purely awesome, artists, and so, we have our first installment of "Just a taste."



This week, I introduce you to Chairlift. The Brooklyn-based electro-pop trio has been around since 2005, creating soft, melodic pieces ever since their first EP Daylight Savings and now with their recently released (last September, and it was circling the blogs sometime in October) album Does You Inspire You. For more information take a gander at their Last.fm page.

Follow the link for locations to download the song I am currently obsessing over, Bruises, by Chairlift: http://hypem.com/search/chairlift%20bruises/1/

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There was someting else that I wanted to discuss, apart from Tabitha's forceful intentions, or even my own pererted way of living (in that I feel that this can't really be a proper existance), but it seems to be eluding me at the moment.

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For now, I'll go on to discuss how I've been tossing around the idea to perhaps create an Etsy shop where I could sell some duct tape goods and, as soon as I get access to a darkroom again, prints.

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Currently: The Boston Public Library, although a gorgeous our piece of architecture is not something I ever desire to waste film on. This is to say... it's just not my thing. At the moment I'm sitting rather out of place inside of the gigantic halls it has watching as others work studiously around me and the sky slowly turning into a musky lavender-ish gray. It's been snowing most of the day, another reason for me to be upset with regards to shooting photos (if you've ever had an assignment where you had to take pictures in the snow and you deplore most basic nature shoots as I do, you would understand completely).

So, apart from my random desire to construct things out of teal and purple duct tape, I feel all my creativity and artistic thoughts squashed, at least for the time being.

... I just don't understand how people can function in such solitude. Well, not solitude, but it's not just functioning... they look as though they're actually accomplishing something, which I can barely imagine comparing to. Ah well, until the inspirating/tangent bug bites again, here I am, signing off.

-Ang

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