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8 years ago (2012), I first watched an advertisement for a phone company called 48. With flamboyant costumes that could make even Lady Gaga gasp and delightfully artificial synth beats in a language I knew nothing of, I realised I needed to find more. And through this advertisement I fell down the sickly sweet rabbit hole of J-pop. The particular song that was used in the ad was a remix of Kyary Pamyu Pamyu’s top 10 smash ‘PON PON PON,’ a shimmering pop banger featuring the winning combination of Kyary’s auto-tuned coo blended with an idiosyncratic, bubbly instrumental. It was one of the many hits written, produced and engineered by Electronic super-producer Yasutaka Nakata.   One of the most creative voices in Japanese pop, Nakata has an eclectic sound, through the years experimenting with Shibuya-kei (A sunny indie-pop sound popular in the 90’s), electro house, future bass and dubstep, each artist he produces having their own signature sound too. Whether this is CAPSULE’s uproari...

Apocalyptic The place, our home So cataclysmic Still existing but gone, alone   Makes me wanna dance till I die  Take the tears I'm gonna shake 'em dry In ecstasy, in reverie Remembering those memories We can't go to a Desolate Disco So close, so far away We can't go to a Desolate Disco It's okay, okay   We can't go to a Desolate Disco So close, so far away We can't go to a Desolate Disco It's okay, okay          

My skills at critiquing fiction are nothing remarkable but I really tried my best to describe my feelings and opinions about the story we read. I am not planning currently on becoming a critic but I feel like the skills my lecturer have taught us are really important since looking at the fiction we enjoy through an analytical lens can be quite useful for constructing our own stories.   Yesterday, I was allocated an assignment. This assignment was a critique on a short story that we read called 'Flower Wild.' It won the award at the RTÉ Short Story Competition deservedly, as the writer creates a captivating narrative with indelible imagery and descriptions.  I hope in my future reviews and critiques of fiction I can elaborate more on my thoughts and discuss themes in more detail as I struggle to grasp and comprehend topics that I find complex. For example, I was confused about the heading 'conflict' as I've never thought about what makes conflict interesting in a sto...

I have given it a lot of thought over the past few weeks and I finally think I have a good idea for a screenplay. The images are beginning to form in my head of who my main character is and what she stands for. Cherry McBride on the surface is an irreverent, seemingly liberated woman. Full of wit and charming quips. But beneath the surface, she's miserable. She is a working class, employed at a dead end job in a supermarket. She never had enough money to go to college or get something more than just the simple life she has. Some of the only true joy she feels is when she watches vapid, trashy rich influencers on social media, i.e. Instagram. I have not thought about the circumstance that will lead to the events of the storyline but I have the gist of the kind of journey I would like to take her on. I would like Cherry to come up with a plan to create a whole fake world and life on social media to make herself rich, without being actually rich. When people find out about the ruse sh...

Does anyone remember record stores? I was 5 years old when I bought my first CD. I really liked the song 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper after hearing it on a classic hits radio station and I just craved more, like an obese child at a buffet. That was when my obsession with music began. Those days feel so innocent in retrospect. The pure, unfiltered joy of a child opening his favourite CD cover and flicking through the pages to see the bright glossy photos of a pop star, frozen in time yet seemingly enjoying it. Spotify just doesn't give me that feeling. I enjoy the sounds, yes but I don't get the whole package, the emotion of it all. Albums used to be an event but now it just seems like they're just something that drops with a loud rumble but fizzles out like a punctured balloon. I had met my first best friend before at school, but when we really started to connect it was in HMV coincidentally. As Madonna says immortally in her number one single, ...