Welcome all to ππΌπ»π»πΌπΉπΉπβπ ππΌπΏπ»π²πΏ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of πππ¬ πΌπ§π©ππ¨π© ππ₯π€π©π‘ππππ© playlists.
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Charles makes something out of somethingβ¦
Where does it all come from? I mean, where do we get it all? What made us do it? Where do things come from? How do we know how to do things? How do we know what to do? What a lot of generally vague questions to answer. This demands a lot of thought – a difficult thing to do with all the noise these days. Everyone is doing things all the time, but few think about what they are doing. They just do what they do. And make a lot of noise while doing it. So let me zone out for a bit and think. Nope, not working. Too much going on inside my head – donβt laugh. Food. That should help. Yes, food. βOh this is delicious!β, I said. βItβs my motherβs old recipeβ, she said. βOh right, well compliments to your old mother!β, I scoffed. βNot my old mother, my motherβs old recipe!β, she barked. And so the noise resumed. But it made me think. She didnβt make this noodle wonder from nothing. In the words of a certain Spanish waiter, she βlearnt it, frrrom a booookβ. Her old motherβs recipe book. Sorry: motherβs old recipe book. It was passed down, from generation to generation. This in turn, made me realise that pretty much everything comes from something in the past. We build upon older, wiser knowledge. We donβt start from scratch each and every time. If we did, we would still be hitting rocks with rocks. I never quite understood why they apparently did that, but anyway. Perhaps a nice interesting tone for sampling at a much later date? Perhaps not.
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