I can't remember exactly who pointed me in the direction of this rather clever piece of software, but I was reminded of it when I caught the last ten minutes or so of this week's Gadget Show. For many months now I have been struggling with various copies of Snapz, downloaded for 30-days at a time to different computers, faffing about with marquee tool in order to capture the videos etc up on youTube for the F*xx archive.
Last nights 'discovery' is a revelation.
Though Miro stores video in mp4 format and can therefore realistically only be read by itself, it is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. I have managed to record another 30 or so films of John and Lou*s doing their thing at various gigs, including two pieces from the recent Austral*an Tour.
Successful, by all accounts, despite playing to probably less than 500 people across the four shows. That' snot including the Melbourne performance of TCM at ACMI. Its brought a handful of new fans to the forum, and a sense of enthusiasm and excitement which will justify the re-release of The Graden this summer.
I've never been entirely convinced of the need for this, but there is something of a renaissance going on, so a return to the neo-romanticism of this project should, finally, put the bleak techno trash of Metamat*c back into the dust. I'm looking forward ot it now, and playing the album again just to work myself up a bit.

This is in stark contrast to the album which finally arrived today, though I bought it online over a month ago. My Favourite Kind of Irrelevance is a retrospective collections form the 10-year catalogue of Norris and Norken - IDM with an ambient glow. Great stuff.
And I particularly enjoyed Bjork's Medulla again last night. Its probably the only album of hers I can still enjoy. As I've said before, Bjork and Morrissey are unique in my experience. I look forward to each album, buy them all, and never fail to be spectacularly disappointed.

Inspired last night. Ghosts on water and all that. She came through.
A hint of laughter and a cool perfume
A laughing shadow in a long lost room
A sudden longing so bittersweet
It makes me turn around in crowded streets

Invisible (invisible)
Women (women)