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Music is sound displayed through the permanence of soul. As often as the sound of a generation will alter, there will be decades of musical history which have shaped the music we hear today. I use the term 'Japanese' to define a style measured through rhythm and melody. Some may say everything can be defined as electro-pop. I define the everything and the ether surrounding it as jazz-funk. With the classicism of flamenco and street sense of hiphop.
Good news people of the earth! My music (under my pseudonym, Alex Mewton) is finally available on itunes for the world to download and do with it whatever they choose. Its just the Smoke My Piano single for now, but the more financially viable it is the further we shall go...

But I refuse to celebrate with some showcasing of music to come. Instead, I have decided to display music that deserves the airplay far more than the radio lets on. Sure that may include me, but anyway.

Here's a song that has enraptured Sydney's youth and has been treated as a bit of a quick fix by the radio, but I know it will last. Danceable and moody at the same time, you won't know whether to ruminate or work the cardiovascular system after hearing this one...



Another classic that I heard on community radio recently is from a group based in the US. These guys are set to rock the planet. This will either make you feel optimistic about any dark days to live through, or just make you wanna jump about and scream to your neighbour, "OH NO-E-O-E-O". Definitely danceable.



And you can check out my little piece at Smoke My Piano

Bear hugs and bee stings,

Opto
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As long as we have the weather

May 2nd 2009 05:55
It happens all too often. Get out of bed with a little hangover, walk outside and feel the warmth of the sunshine, and recover just like that. Maybe find ourselves to be a little too inspired and need to eat something in order to settle.

Rain and cool weather can also provide a very strong outlet for the our emotions. When feeling a little down and out, all we have to do is hear the pitter patter, look through the fuzz of falling drops of water in the window, and realise that the weather is expressing exactly how we are feeling.

To get outside and feel the crisp air at sunrise in the winter, no amount of coffee and calorific breakfasts can wake us up like so. Its always nice to be distracted from personal ailings by the change in weather, whether it be the low-riding sun and full moon, or high noon and the Turkish crescent in the sky.

It may be possible to feel a sense of achievement when we find ourselves experiencing yet another change in weather. For many moons and generations ago, it was. From flood to harvest to dry season, we have it imprinted in our collective conscience to be proud of ourselves that we went through so much toil and yes, we survived it. Hopefully all our loved ones pulled through as well, but it is paramount to make sure we look after number 1, ourselves.

Or maybe the warm and fuzzies come from the fact that we are welcoming change. From deep within us there is a sense of happiness in being proven again and again that no, not every day is the same. We may be doing the same thing for the rest of our lives, and it won't matter. The weather will provide the entertainment, along with the change in fashion and attitude that comes with it.

If you ask the friendly local Libran representative, they will tell you it is the balance of natural justice. The cool weather facilitates insight and introversion, while the warmer months make for heightened stimulation and extroverted tendencies. The worries of the world seem in balance when the weather is gorgeous in Pakistan and its too nippy to get out of bed in Vancouver.

Sometimes a change in weather is the only way we can change our emotions.

'As long as we have the weather,
the sunlight will guide us
and the rain will surely find us'

Amel Larrieux
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Castes of Sydney

March 31st 2009 01:57
Having a long-winded and rather one-sided conversation over the phone a while back, the receiver struck up the topic of the opposite sex and how his new high-flying job could bring about a fair amount of success in this arena. His take on what success is, and how he intends to get there, was quite strategic and well thought out.

He felt he had plenty of experience when it came to women of his own little circle - islanders and aboriginals - and went on to describe his version of Sydney's food chain, bottom to top. From where he was he intended to work up to Mediterranean, through to "glamours."

Damn that word.

In his context, glamour meant blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin. For me, Greek, Italian and Lebanese women tend to be amongst the most beautiful on the planet - not to forget the Tongans - but me talking such shameless opportunism is not the purpose here.

Through this conversation, he had managed to define the underlying tension behind the negativity surrounding and indeed including the Sydney area. Another way he could think would be:

4. Sydney West girl

3. Sydney South girl

2. Sydney East girl

1. Sydney North girl

The idea is so stereotypical, yet so painfully common in this internationally-known city of ours. The only purpose it is serving is to have generated a Caste system - something like the complex socio-economic structures you can find in India. Or is every city in the world like this, with sweeping generalisations that span continents and generations and are so deeply rooted in our societies that one does not notice them just by scratching the surface?

These would be the thoughts for such imprisoned thinkers to take with them when travelling and experiencing the world at large. From peasantry to aristocracy, public housing to mansions, rags to riches, it would be well worth witnessing for ourselves the social norms that shape different regions of the Earth. One must be intrepid.

And bear witness to the unravelling of what once held us back from the wiser decisions in our lives.
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Blundering Blunderbuss

February 28th 2009 04:32
I have a new vice. Being as unmaterialistic as I have over the years, it may seem to surprise some who have known me as one to not care about holes in his shoes and seams of his t-shirts.

New shirts. Fresh, never been washed or worn, and of a colour to suit the vibe at the time of purchase - or whatever happenstances occuring over the coming week. The chocolate colour is a favourite of mine, and green just has that sense of dopeness that cannot be derived from other, more organic sources


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Deep end of the Weekend

January 31st 2009 03:52
Sydney Festival first night is just one of those things that need to be experienced at least once in a lifetime. A free event running all afternoon until 11pm, Hyde Park and surrounds are transformed into a cultural melting pot that makes our city look like something alot more enjoyable than your average coffee in the park.

There was a mosh pit at the College St stage where I saw A-Trak perform. This dude won the DMC World Championships when he was 16, and carved out something promising for Canadian hiphop on an international level when he used the fame to release hiphop albums that would pave a future for generations to come


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Ana Mazzotti

December 13th 2008 05:32
What a wonderful world. Fish records released their 'Global' store in Sydney around August of this year, cnr King and Clarence Sts. The presence of a looming Christmas brought about a decision to walk down the front stairs into a place far from JB Hifi - spiritually and mentally.

Its a 34 degree C day and there is still a bit of ahhh in the air from the storm the day before, its time to get the type of music that evokes the feeling of the tropics. As most of you may know, I'm not so much into Queensland as I am into Gato Belle Brasil. Plus I would be musically stranded if the 1970's style of jazzfunk had never been invented


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Its that time of year again

October 2nd 2008 04:42
People are coming out of hibernation. They're losing their layer of fat gained over winter which was used to keep themselves warm through the burning of calories just from being in the cold weather. They're getting slimmer, and when they see that in the mirror they decide they need to go somewhere to show it off.

Maybe do some moonlighting as a stripper, or gigilo/prostitute? Maybe begin frequenting the nearest friendly nudist beach? Ahhh that's showing too much confidence in our bodies. Plus stretch marks aren't really in right now


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Castlereagh St

September 2nd 2008 08:48
Finally, the move has been made. It was around the beginning of this year when I had a dream in which I woke up thinking I was on a particular street in the inner city of Sydney. Now, I have moved into Castlereagh St - what was seen at the time of moving as to be close to my places of work and study.

When I told a workmate I was living in the city, he asked, "What, because you're rich


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The streets are teeming

August 1st 2008 08:13
Its like the universe has folded itself up into one neat package and placed itself all along the streets of Bondi. People are partying, lord knows its just one big party - regardless of how minimally sex and booze are in the picture. Just what the doctor ordered.

There are a few slip ups here and there, nothing the World Youth Day Damage Control Team aren't used to. Just a few more letters of complaints to the Pope's Facebook page won't really change his image


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All the Rage

July 9th 2008 04:57
It's everywhere in this town. Just yesterday, while I was driving through, I saw two cars stopped at the middle of Taren Point bridge - with a man walking out from one looking ready to throw the other driver over the bridge.

Around Bondi way, it is more often than not limited to the European luxury car drivers and those big 4WD's. One may note that the big cars often limit their road rage to suttle cut-offs and tail-blazing, if only for the fact that they feel bigger and stronger just by being behind the drivers seat


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