chidham by katharine eastman

That's a pic from a while ago - I've taken loads more since then but they've almost all just died on the screen. A bad worker blames her tools, and I'm happy to partly blame the cheap camera, but ecstatic to mainly blame the recent iffy weather.

That's enough excuses about the ""cover"". Now for the headache of explaining away the music - which I have to say I like a lot but which at this end is almost unplayable - ie I either can't play it loud enough to hear it, or else it just shakes the computer speakers to pieces and they take a vibrational tour around the little table here, like a couple of daleks. Electron-microscrotumisipicalistical examination of the peaks and troughs of every second of this music reveals that at no time does she clip or anything "wrong" and the "fault" lies in the fact that humankind's speakers just can't get that low - for me, the biggest pleasure I get from this nice bit of music is just playing my fingers lightly and co-operatively over the actual speaker cones/thingies/youKnow - isn't that a lovely feeling - like the beating wings of a powerful moth, or the crazy buckings of a happy woman. Mentioning no names.

Anyway, it's a problem for future generations. Maybe also an incentive for us all to live healthily, give ourselves a fighting chance to still be alive when the AIs make speakers that are subtle enough to bend to every wish of my oh-so-demanding audio-spasming fingers.

recorded this evening, photo Chidham, Sussex, week-ish ago