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Ear Candy 2020.03 – Love

I think you’re beautiful, well, isn’t it strange?
Stay here with me, and never change
We could be suitable, like one in the same
A light in the world, ever dark and mundane

One thing I’ve come to realise lately is that I’m not a fan of the increasing trend of drip-feeding 6 singles leading up to an album’s release. By the time the album drops, you’ve already played through half of it and it changes your relationship to the album as a whole. You can’t evaluate every song evenly since you already have favourite children. Just a thought. I’m looking at you Tame Impala.

Aside from that, what a great month of music. Here’s twelve songs keeping my ears warm this month. As usual, a couple of old classics thrown in for good measure.

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Spring Forward Fall Back

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

Growing up in Australia, the concept of distinct seasons was foreign to me. In Sydney it’s either summer, or not summer. Sure, some leaves fall in autumn and spring time is windy – but visually there isn’t a great deal of difference aside from the length of shadows on the ground.

I was struck by these differences in my first year living in Vancouver. Not only the change, but the speed of change. I’d never seen such green tree leaves as what hit my eyeballs in spring. And the colours which greeted me in autumn were so bright and saturated they didn’t seem to belong in nature. Maple red is on their flag for a reason.

I decided to catalog these visual differences as observed from my Canadian home, 25 stories above Vancouver. I love straight, clean lines. The visual un-distort / distort treatment I used turned out even better than I had hoped.

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Welcome

Welcome to my attempt at having a blog again. I had one of these way back in the day before any of these blogging services existed, maybe 15 years ago? It covered similar topics to what I intend to cover here – music, art, movies, technology, photography, travel.

Lately I’ve been looking for a new hobby and desire to start writing again. I figured if I had a blog, perhaps the rest would flow again – or it could all go nowhere.

I’ve named this attempt rrhoea, a suffix meaning ‘flow or discharge’. It hits both my desire for a name with meaning which also satisfies my juvenile sense of humour.

Stay tuned to find out how much flows…