We’re taught that sorcery died out, That all of the sorcerers burned, But if you travel to the isolated places, Those hyperborean ice fields and glaciers, Away from the urban funk, And look to the sky,
There you’ll see the most mystical of sights, A sky bound phenomenon of green veins, A jade dragon over the peaks, A stroke of intangible mana, As if conjured by some Nordic witch, Nothing of man could compare,
And so, This aurora casts a spell upon us, A gift of sight mystic, And if such an ensorcelling wonder exists, What other spectacles may hide out there? Magic is very much alive,
Well, I hope it’s happy anyways! I’m hardly going to greet you with a “Subpar wednesday inmates!” am I? That would completely mental and not in the good way. Uhh… anyways, I hope that you’re all having a great week so far. It’s been something of an up and down one for myself. Though I’m feeling alright in myself again, the bike has up and decided to require some significant garage work. I’ve been having to walk to work which is a pain as I’m rather out of shape these days! It won’t be cheap as always to get it fixed, but I suppose it’s best to get it all done. Safety being important and all that.
You know what else is important? Todays musical theme clue! Not really, but it was worth a try. Did anybody see it today? I’m sure at least one of you did, it was on my usual social media sites. I thought it was a pretty good one today, one I’ve been thinking about for a few weeks now actually.
So todays musical theme is electronic artists! I suppose that’s less of a theme and more of just sharing a specific genre. In a way. You see, electronic is pretty much as broad as saying rock. You could be talking about trance, or drum and bass, or techno or dubstep. That’s just to name a few. Ok, I’ve got a few more. You’ve got hardbass, or industrial, or chillstep or even glitch hop. The scope is more or less infinite really, especially when you take into account musical technology these days. I’ve always been a fan of various genres of the electronic variety, even since my teenage years. It started with the cheesy likes of Eiffel 65 and Vengaboys (perhaps more pop). Then onto my proper teenage years with Gorillaz and The Prodigy. Pendulum, Alan Walker, Kraftwerk and Gary Numan to name some more. It’s only broadened since then. I try all sorts out now and I think it would be rude of me not to share some, don’t you?
So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of electronic artists the world over!
And there we have it! Now, especially after what I said before, it’s impossible to filter electronic music down to just five artists. I tried to get a good mix, but I know for a fact I will want to create another list on this same theme sometime in the future. I really hope that you all enjoy the choices I’ve included this week and as always check the artists out, they all deserve it. The music business is rough, as you can imagine!
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We as a race are a broth, A primordial soup of sorts, Despite the delectable taste, It’s an uneven brew, Unequal in its very composition, Poverty and fracking reflected in its surface,
The ingredients are indeed all present, The boiled water of first breathes, Chicken stock and upbringings, The ever reliable starches of the working class, Spices from every corner of the Earth, Taken and gathered, Governing herbs to hold it together, Theoretically, Chopped vegetable and bankers tax cuts,
Inequality is a salt, An unfortunate seasoning, In this broth of a nation, In this broth of a world, The majority blend delectably, The scum invariably rises to the top.
A city is not its landmarks, They are merely brick and mortar mascara, Traps for tourists, A city is its soul, The veins of the urban centres, The cobblestone lifeblood of a city, The alleyways and sights less seen, The sights and spices and blood, The sweat and tears and backstreets, In these asphalt warrens, You’ll see the real life of the city, The real people, The blood cells through these capillaries.
Beware that reef child, It is a graveyard, A hodgepodge of stony dragons teeth, Full of great timber titans, The sound of torn sails and creaking hulls, And salt-wrapped spectres,
These wrecks are a diorama, Skeletons still at their posts, As if frozen in glass, Awaiting orders that shall never come, Sailors picked clean by the reef, Feed for the crabs and fish,
It’s a morbid monument at sea, Whorled in mist and deathly cries, It harkens back to a past of seafaring, Of piracy and exploration and glory, A time now only whispered, Upon dead men’s tongues.
Ahh yes, That dank motel has many stories, Each room a storybook of flesh, A rogues gallery of sorts, In a cloak of cigarette smoke,
This room here, Contains a beggarly prodigy of paint, A Picasso in poverty,
That room there, It contains a young couple in love, Fleeing a pair of oppressive households,
That room at the end, The lady there killed her decorated husband, For striking her one too many times,
The road has all kinds of refuse, Much finds its way here, Travellers and outcasts of all shades, Drawn like moths to its neon sign, A haven on these backroads,
It’s almost October, The most glorious time of the year, Or the most frightful, When sun lotion gives way to autumn spice, And lady lunar flaunts her totality,
The mercury descends, As the sky attains a new palette, The trees follow suit and shiver, Quaking as the spectres begin to rise, Coalescing in their nightly revels,
To us freaks it is a clarion call, A call to arms, When witches and bloodsuckers suit up, The wisps prance through the pines, And this Harlequin paints his grin anew,
On this stage, This pantomime of a world, In all its misplace levity, The limelight never deigned to look at me, I had no monologues and action scenes, No share of the fame, No fans of my own, And no ovation to speak of,
I remain a supporting actor, An extra, Still chained to the backstage, My voice silenced with a “cut!”, This is not the gripe it appears, I’m content in the limelight, Perhaps that’s my place, My mark on the stage floor,
But I wonder at least, Could my message be mentioned in passing? A footnote in the plays review, Or am I just to elevate another? To be behind the curtain, To keep in mind, There will always be a bigger star, A louder tongue.
How are you all finding the week? How is the world treating you? Pretty good I hope! I’ve actually found myself on a bit of a low this week. I’ve been sleeping an inordinate amount really. The bed has been just far too comfortable. I don’t think anything is wrong, it’s just one of those weeks I suppose. I’m sure we all have them. On the plus side, I’ve been pretty happy with my writing. It does kind of seem like less people have been reading them recently, but I’m pleased with my own work. We are our own foulest critics eh?
On to the meat and potatoes of todays post though. The Harlequins writing music! I’ve got five artists today that I’m hoping will blow your socks off. Apologies in advance, I’m sure your feet are perfectly fine. Anyways, did anybody see the clue for todays theme? It was from a movie I really loved when I was a whippersnapper. It was pretty well-known I think too. It’ll seem obvious once I tell you!
Todays musical theme is masks! Or masked bands more specifically! Yep, the movie I mentioned was ‘The Mask’. The one with Jim Carrey. I absolutely loved it! That’s not exactly relevant for todays music though, aside from the masks. It may not surprise you to hear that I like bands that wear masks. The mystique of it all. Artists may wear masks or disguises on stage for a few reasons. Firstly, it may simply be part of their onstage persona, think bands like Ghost or Slipknot. Secondly (and most obviously) it may be simply because they want to hide their personal identities to some extent. This tends to be short-lived, but it’s a valid reason. Thirdly, some bands utilise costumes on stage for particular songs. It may not be the artists fulltime get up, but acts as extra visual context for a particular songs meaning. Think Alice Cooper or even Rammstein.
You can find bands like these in pretty much every genre, though I suppose the stereotype is your typical heavy metal band in “satanic” costumes and the like. All I can say to that is don’t be too sure. I gibber a lot for someone who doesn’t know what he’s talking about don’t I? Right, I think it’s time to drop the mask don’t you? Haha!
Please join me as we delve into the musical minds of masked artists the world over!
And there we have it! I deliberately avoided including Slipknot as I felt that they would be everyone’s first assumption. Everyone expects them, you know! There’s quite a variety of genres there, don’t you think? You see what I mean now, it’s not ALL death metal! I hope you enjoy the musical choices I’ve made this week. Please check out all of these artists, I would recommend them all!
So, anyways you know what I’m about to say now. You do. Honestly, you do. The social media stuff, remember? The asylum has multiple social media pages on a few sites. I’ll include the links here, but you can also find them all in the ‘Contact Me’ button at the top of the page. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well. Please consider following/liking me over on those. Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please also consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thank you for everything!
She is as a cobweb to me, A heart-shaped trap above my bed, A dreamcatcher of sorts, Voyeur to my crestfallen eyes, She is a lethal spider, A black widow with no time for dross, A powerful and bewitching thing, A beautiful razors edge, Which scores against my marrow, Ensnaring me,
And so, I find myself in the webs clutches, She approaches me piecemeal, Embracing me in her silk, I am her fly, And I am willing prey.
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