I completed a 6500m  swim this morning (for an overall total this week of 14,250m) following a large pancake breakfast, a few coffees and resulting poop, and an hour or so cuddling with Tina the cat (as per our weekend morning ritual) in the EZ-boy, so I’m pretty tired and sore.  So before heading picking up some steaks for tonight’s “date night” dinner and movie with my sweetie, I’m spending this last 40 minutes or so doing some slow yoga stretching and a bit of core work.  To keep things on the easy and downbeat, I’m listening to the 1978 ‘Music for Films‘  album by Brian Eno; my go-to guy for all things easy and downbeat.


Originally, this wasn’t intended to be an album at all and ultimately released as a limited-edition (five hundred copies) LP in 1976, sent only to a selection of filmmakers for possible inclusion in their work.  Later, in 1978 just before the release of the iconic ‘Music for Airports‘, it was expanded to include a number of pieces for, as Eno put it, “possible use as soundtracks to ‘imaginary’ films”.

The album is a loose compilation of material from the period 1975 to 1978, composed of short tracks ranging from one-and-a-half minutes to just over four, making it the antithesis of the long, sprawling, ambient pieces he later became known for.  The compositional styles and equipment used also carried over onto Eno’s work on some of David Bowie‘s 1977 album ‘Low’.

I’ll be honest here, I was pretty damn knackered so this was a half-assed workout at best.  I did some light stretching for maybe 5-10 minutes, some core for another 5 minutes or so, then about 20 minutes of quiet ‘shavasna‘ on the mat dreaming of lunch.  The music sure was pretty though, well, what little I could actually hear over the creaking of my weary shoulders and the grumblings in my stomach.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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