www.beardchops.comHappenings in beardsville…
Just a quick one, called by on our way to the Hartington Cheese Shop to stock up on Stinking Bishop amongst other things. Beautiful and interesting place, wish I’d seen it before they sold the interior off to the yanks.
only having 30 minutes for my dinner break each day it’s difficult to fit much in besides eating and vaping. Today however I decided to throw caution to the wind and nip down to one of my favourite spots. Not much water (probably due to the recent heat wave) but a gorgeous place none the less.
Whilst I entered this gig with possibly too much expectation for my usual self I can’t deny being at least a little disappointed. The music was good, the sound quality was good, the band however didn’t seem with it, Robb talked at great length in between tracks, barely played his guitar and seemed to be struggling with the words to some degree.
A term that friend of mine (Mr. Mike Holmes) coined last year, I have to say that he hit the nail on the head superbly.
The new fad of instagram is slowly driving me insane, photographic filters are not new, they’ve been around since forever. The art of tastefully washing out elements of an image, enhancing certain colours, cropping an image for the best composition are as I suggested, an art-form.
This latest craze reminds me of the stereos that come with pre-defined graphic equalizers, 99% of people would simply set them to ‘Rock’ so that the display has the word Rock across the front of it as though without it you could only listen to pop or classical music. The choice bore no relevance on the enhancements being made to the sound based upon the shortcomings of the speakers/amplifier/room acoustics which is what graphic equalisers were designed to compensate for.
Back to the subject… Making your images look like every other image on instagram makes you about as unique or a talented photographer/image manipulator as an iSheep. Gain some individuality people, it’s not hard or expensive to begin learning to this properly, have a look at GIMP, read some of the tutorials and have some creative fun that may just expand your horizons.
Rant over, go and play.
So yesterday I woke up really early having not slept well. I headed over to Tansley car boot for 8am, bought some stuff and headed home to find my landlord tarting up my back yard, a nice job done too. The next thing I know I’ve got a bunch of friends in my back yard drinking cider and getting on with our usual barmy behaviour. It has been a rather gorgeous weekend indeed.
For the end of the solstice Helen, Sawooki and myself headed for Ashover Rock again, how I always get lost on my way there is beyond me but it’s something I have to accept…
So last night after much deliberation and fannying about we set sail for Stanton Moor, it was gone 1am when we finally set off but that still left us over 3 hours to complete the mission we’d set ourselves. Upon landing at Stanton I was firstly overwhelmed by the amount of people this place seems to gather these days, long gone are the proper drum circles of old, I think I heard 2 drummers and many, many ‘pretentious university student wannabe hippy’ accents mingled in with the ‘rich parent hippy’ accent that we’ve all heard from time to time.
Nothing is a term that I have found most frustrating throughout my general life and career, it seems to fit the bill for many sentences that would have otherwise been constructive and descriptive. I’ll give an example before I go any further, it is IT based as this is where my work experience lies but I’m sure this happens in all jobs and walks of life…
