I'll always be your Little Duck

Maharaja of Bhavnagar

7 Million buys you:

Bulldogs, greyhounds, swans, oh my! This Carriage built by the Fort Coach Factory in 1915, Bombay, is so remarkably beautiful that after leaving the British Raj period portion of the AGO exhibit, I had to retrace my steps and revisit the masterpiece's splendour for a second time.

A Sentimental Note on Dubstep

I miss old dubstep; the real, good stuff that made me walk and walk and walk and get lost in my own head in the best possible way. Lost, not in my own deep thoughts, but solely on the sounds, the layering, the counts, the components of liquid melted bass that together made my insides warm up like a shot of Scotch. Sonically, the sounds were deep and nurturing, and had this matriarchal feel to them, perhaps in part due to Mary Anne Hobbs' influence on the sub-genre during this period (sidenote- as sad as it was for her to leave her late night BBC 1 radio show, I am of the opinion it was a wise move on her part. She had essentially raised the Bristol scene to a near pinnacle, and could anticipate that the future of dubstep was now out of her control and thrown free to the masses. She got out at a time that would diffuse her association with a genre that was heading in a wobbly direction with increasingly less attention to sound fluidity as it reached the mainstream).

Of course, there have still been great albums that have left me smiling to myself while walking down the street, but it isn't quite the same as that initial feeling I had when I first entered the world of dubstep. I'm not saying I want to be in the pure, simple state I was in before the genre, I merely want the fun of listening to it for the first time all over again.

John Hogue

"You can't have your past and your future, too," says Hogue. In other words, you cannot fully embrace the exciting and daunting possibilities that loom ahead of you if you also insist on immersing yourself in the pleasures of the past. You can either have the old ways or the new ways, but not both.

The sweet taste of insight.

Lengthwise

When you're here I sleep lengthwise,
And when you're gone I sleep diagonal in my bed.