space-is-only-noise

Colomb
from Space Is Only Noise
by Nicolas Jaar


In French :

“Espérez! Plus d'espérance!
Trois jours, leur dit Colomb,
En montrant le ciel immense,
Le fond de l'horizon.Trois jours et je vous donne un monde,
A vous qui n'avez plus d'espoir.
Sur l'immensité profonde,
Ses yeux s'ouvraient pour le voir.”

English translation :

“Hope! more hope !
Three days, Columbus told them,
Showing the immense sky,
The depth of the horizon.Three days and I will give you a world,
To you who have no more hope.
On the deep immensity,
His eyes opened to see”


Album Review: Nicolas Jaar – Space Is Only Noise (2010): David Maroba

Nicholas Jaar is not the most well-known artist and this is a damn shame really.

 The music genius, who makes uses of various sounds (mostly natural sounds that he recorded himself) is very gifted when it comes to making great quality music. His soft touch is something of a music god if you will and his confidence comes out in each and every track that he makes.

 I personally discovered Jaar last year (2013) while I was chilling with my Res mates at Kopano. Hearing his soothing music in the background immediately took me by surprise! He has a boiler room which he recorded in NYC and the fuse of different types of music, from house to hip-hop, is amazing!

 I have been listening to his 2010 album, Space is only noise, and the album in its entirety is great. It comprises of 14 tracks and in each track, he is very meticulous and direct in his work. The sound is clear and quality of his work excellent.

 I don’t really know what genre his music falls under, but for the sake of this review we will call it alternative. He clearly has an electronic influence in his work however is not bound to any single genre.

 My favourite tracks on the album are:

-          Etre

-          Colomb

-          Problems with the sun

-          Balance her in between her eyes

-          ^Tre

However I must reiterate the fact that I am in-love with every single track on this album. If I had to give a rating for this album, I would give it a firm 8.5/10 (and I am not one to give of high points easily).

 In his interviews, Jaar comes across as an intelligent musician who is confident in his work. He demands immediate attention and patience and takes you along a journey that you certainly will enjoy.

You find yourself sitting by the edge of your seat trying to figure out what exactly what this chap is about.

I would definitely punt this guy and would advise anyone who truly loves music to give him a listen. He is a charming musician who makes great music.

 (here is a link to Jaar’s Boiler Room set:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUjWumGIqe8

 

The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royal AU [Chapter 2]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One
Also on FF.net and AO3.

Word Count: 4,748


Alright, here’s the first Emma POV chapter! My knowledge of the British military isn’t extensive so hopefully I didn’t muck it up too bad. Enjoy and keep an eye out - the next Killian chapter will be up soon!


“So, Elsa said that you met Walsh at the banquet last night - that new pilot they just stationed in Wales, right?”

Trying to hold back a grumble, Emma pulled her latte to her lips as she glanced down toward her half empty breakfast plate. The sun had only peeked over the distant hills a few hours earlier, but she’d only been awake for a small fraction of that time - late obligatory night be damned. She should have figured this conversation was coming and in all honesty, it wasn’t that surprising that her mother had chosen the soonest moment she could. Tapping her fingers on the side of the porcelain cup, Emma wondered if she’d still have an appetite to finish the rest of her eggs and whatever the daily pastry was when this little chat was over. She adored Mrs. Potts and the majority of things she’d baked or boiled in the estate’s large kitchen over the past six months, but the guilty pleasure of a plain old pop tart wasn’t something Emma had ever managed to shake.

One result of a normal college experience - well, as normal as attending a prestigious university could be for a daughter of a largely decorated military hero. Though it helped that she’d been able to acquire her undergraduate degree in America rather than one of the countries listed beneath the crown, it didn’t change the fact that there were very few circumstances in her honor shadowed life that Emma would dare label as ordinary.

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