Semantic Marmot

I’ve had something of a staggering writer’s block during the past 6 months, brought about by a perfect storm of creativity-draining projects and late-night rehearsals, resulting in over a...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/trois-salv-adorable-vignettes/

There gets to a point when writing a PhD chapter, when you are on your third gin and tonic for the evening, that one should turn one’s attention outwardly. I’d like very much to share thoug...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/05/11/sharks-on-an-ideal-plane/

*Rant Warning* This post contains statements with moderate to severe levels of sarcasm and rage. In 2008, I encountered my first street piano. Coincidentally, this was the very year that stree...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/pianifestos-and-quay-fish/

Dear reader, I realise with great trepidation that it has been some months since I have gathered together enough inspiration to compose something of any literary worth. Said hiatus was caused b...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/1102/

Abstract painting has always been something I avoided. Despite the exploratory tack I desperately like to take with music, being relatively untaught in the art-realm I tend to cautiously stick to...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/blanket-statements/

Rant Warning. This is a rant. (It’s been a while) “What fresh hell is this?” That is my initial thought upon hearing any noise coming from outside. You see, we have moved into what we thoug...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2014/01/04/on-hearing-the-first-cuckoo-in-spring/

Seeing writhing masses of musicians graduating each year, like lemmings into the void of uncertainty, makes me wonder just where their little corpses wash up. We can probably never know for sure,...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2013/12/28/seventeen-fifty-two-a-story-of-literal-musical-growth/

So it turns out that one can make a pretty extensive start on a doctoral dissertation armed only with Google and some pretty obscure squiggles that may or may not be in German, written over 100 y...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2013/10/21/lost-in-tranlston/

SydneyCityofLifeCityofColourSydney. It is a total relief to be back where sunny days are considered normal, pedestrian crossings are much less harrowing/ambiguous to deal with, and if you want to...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2013/10/12/two-hundred-words-under-the-sydney/

To set the mood: Good. Now that’s out of the way, to provide a bit of explanatory background… . It was the heat of the Moroccan summer. We were in Casablanca, heading for Milan. The plane was...

https://semanticmarmot.wordpress.com/2013/09/04/moroccos-modern-life/