And onto my new online pro­ject, I wel­come you all to The Movie Chro­nic­les.

• Gears of War Movie
• Metal Gear Solid Movie
• Warc­raft Movie

…Enter the Numero Group. Foun­ded by Tom Lunt, Rob Sevier, and Ken Shi­pley in 2003, the three self-proclaimed “record obses­si­ves” deci­ded to approach the record busi­ness back­wards. No cor­po­rate hie­rarchy; no com­pany sta­tio­nary. Just a big pile of music that no one had ever heard of.

The mis­sion was sim­ple: to dig deep into the reces­ses of our record collec­tions with the goal of fin­ding the dus­tiest gems beg­ging to be relea­sed from their exile on geek street. No lon­ger would $500 sin­gles sit in a temperature-controlled room dying for a chance to be pla­yed. No more would the artists, wri­ters, and entre­pre­neurs who made these records hap­pen go unk­nown and unappreciated.

Numero relea­ses are sound with subs­tance, living at the nexus of song and story. Scru­pu­lously researched, pains­ta­kingly re-mastered, and with an atten­tion to detail that is unmatched in the reis­sue field, the end result is a top-of-the-line com­pact disc.

There is no “Numero” sound; ins­tead, Numero offers an aesthe­tic. A shelf of Numero discs feels less like a “record collec­tion” and more like a library. The library to date is a mix of thrift shop soul, skinny tie pop, Beli­zean funk, and hill­billy gos­pel. Numero makes records for peo­ple who may have everything from indi­ge­nous Cen­tral Ame­ri­can drum­ming to Cana­dian chan­teu­ses stac­ked next to their CD players.

This track is from their third release “Eccen­tric Soul: The Ban­dit Label” and this par­ti­cu­lar track is towards the end — merely a rehear­sal. I ins­tantly fell in love with this song, I implore you to lis­ten to it.

Title: 18. If I Had A Little House (Rehear­sal)

Artist: The Majes­tic Arrows

Album: Eccen­tric Soul: The Ban­dit Label

I’m just using this little post to upload one of the sexiest songs I have heard in a long time whilst trying out some new code gene­ra­tion tech­ni­ques to make pos­ting mp3 pre­views a little quic­ker and more fluid:

Title: 09. Deat is the Road to Awe

Artist: Clint Man­sell

Album: The Foun­tain

Alas, I am back from my Eas­ter break, university’s final exams bec­kon me whilst Clint Man­sell and the Kro­nos Quar­tet spur me on. My 12,000 word direc­ted rea­ding assign­ment is almost past me, after sub­mit­ting it I plan to put it up here and pass it around the net a bit. I have spent too much time on it to have only two par­ties read it. In fact I’ll pro­bably put up PDFs of all my uni work once I am done here. It seems a waste to have many hours of work read and mar­ked by only one person.

Any­way, two Satur­days ago I left in the eve­ning by car from this here Red­fern accom­mo­da­tion; lea­ving my neigh­bourly rab­bits, robins and squi­rrels for town and terra­ces. It was the wee­kend before Eas­ter and I was to watch my local team, Bris­tol Rovers FC, per­form in their first cup final for a long time (the Johns­tons Paint trophy) at Cardiff’s millen­nium sta­dium – the last cup final to be pla­yed there. We were against Don­cas­ter; our sup­port tur­ned out 40,000 strong and this was the scene:

After watching the under-teams play their big games and a team warm-up and pyro­tech­nics dis­play the game star­ted. After 5 minu­tes we were 2–0 down and out. It sta­yed that way until half time; with a penalty and fine shot we took it to 2–2 extra time. Sadly our lea­gue 2 sta­mina lead to a mishap and we ended up losing 3–2. Yet it was a most enjo­ya­ble day out and the five­live con­sen­sus agreed that Rovers had per­for­med well – the fans were happy. A three hour traf­fic jam on the way back was howe­ver not so fun.

When asked on Mon­day what we should do I promptly replied, “Abso­lu­tely nothing”. And that’s what I enjo­yed doing – I caught the most atro­cious 80s super-hero movie on Sky Movies – “Howard the Duck” with Marty’s mother from Back to the Future. We pla­yed multi-player super mon­key ball on the Wii and lay about in the sun rea­ding our novels – I’m still making my way though Kerouac’s “On the road”. In the eve­ning we tur­ned geeks and pla­yed 4 pla­yer Lord of the Rings RISK – the incom­plete mordor-less ver­sion. I take great pride in win­ning, given my terri­ble star­ting position.

On Tues­day we went to Bath for the day, it just so hap­pe­ned that the sunshine went away for a day, much to our dis­gust. Though wal­king about the lovely sands­tone spa was inte­res­ting – if any of you rea­ders should come across the fudge-packer in the fudge shop, please berate him for taun­ting me with cho­co­late goo­dies whilst I was still under the self-inflicted res­traints of lent. That night we dec­la­red a RISK rematch whe­rein I came first or second, depen­ding on which rules we used. On this night Liver­pool also beat PSV away from home 3–0 – a fine showing.

Sam left for Surrey, and later Kent, on Wed­nes­day mor­ning without her coat. Left with family, cats, book and Wii I made myself at home, spen­ding a cou­ple of hours on some web­site code and a cou­ple here and there on cour­se­work assign­ments. The foo­tie that night was not so great; both Uni­ted and Chel­sea had poor cham­pions lea­gue sho­wings. Thurs­day through week was much of the same, sun tan­ning, book rea­ding, film watching, work wri­ting, cat pet­ting. I cut grass in gar­dens front and back and watched others plant peas and spray fen­ces with pro­tec­tive brown sludge.

Thurs­day brought about the Mas­ters Golf tour­na­ment at Augusta – what a tough year that pro­ved to be. Not a sin­gle pla­yer made a 4-day par over the x amount of holes. As I have already said, I was sup­por­ting Jus­tin Rose, right up until hole 17 on Sun­day – what an unlucky break that was – it’s a shame but in the end I was quite happy for Zach John­son to take away the prize, his second to last shot on the 18^th was a beauty. This spur in golf inte­rest led to a num­ber of Wii golf rounds on Wii sports – I made a per­so­nal best of 7 under par pla­ying with my Johnny Depp Mii and making a few very nice eagles. I got taught a cou­ple of nice new tricks too, such as using an iron out of the bun­ker and dri­ver when faced with trees.

Thurs­day eve­ning also took me for a meal at Chiquito’s to cele­brate my sister’s 20^th. Those lazy boy rib que­sa­di­llas are truly scrump­tious. As was the New York baked cheesecake.

On Eas­ter Sun­day I wel­co­med back the taste of cho­co­late with Thornton’s, Kit­Kat and Cadbury’s Crème eggs. Now my teeth are rot­ten. I’m also eating crois­sants again much to my delight. After a lovely beef roast coo­ked by my sis­ter I spent the day with my grand­pa­rents, watching England lose to Aus­tra­lia in the cric­ket, stud­ying Chi­nese and eating deli­cious home made trifle.

Mon­day and Tues­day it was back to the gar­den for more fun filled outside lap­top based essay wri­ting. Tues­day eve­ning was gra­ced by Manches­ter United’s 7–1 stom­ping of Roma, truly an inc­re­di­ble per­for­mance. It’s hard enough to put seven past a lower lea­gue team let alone coming from behind against second-place Serie A Roma that were unbea­ten in their pre­vious 20 matches and had con­ce­ded only 5 goals in the cham­pions’ lea­gue tour­na­ment. Just wow. Now 3 teams out of 4 left in the com­pe­ti­tion are English, the top three sides in the Pre­miership no doubt. There could be a messy Chelsea-United show­down come May – figh­ting for the lea­gue title, pla­ying each other in the FA cup and Champion’s Lea­gue finals.

I don’t know if there’s much else to talk about – I spent the after­noon with my Grampy on Wed­nes­day tal­king of the future and the past et al and I came back to War­wick yes­ter­day via the M5 and Tesco. Now I am back home with this as my view:

Making posts with ima­ges is now much easier after I crea­ted my sweet little small and thumb­nail gene­ra­tion script.

Aro­nofsky has done it again, with Hugh Jack­man and Rachel Weisz; this time pulling off a mag­na­ni­mous beauty — a love story span­ning a thou­sand years with a qui­ve­ring of death’s mea­ning. Clint Man­sell with the Kro­nos Quar­tet once again pro­vi­des another epic sound­track to match their pre­vious work made for Aronofsky’s Requiem for a Dream. Foun­tain is mag­ni­fi­cent to watch and feel, a mar­vel. Just look.