Believe
Scrawl
Scrawl. Believe.
another from the dusty past. take that, sleater kinney.
April 2010
22 posts
March 2010
9 posts
You Can't Blame The Youth
Peter Tosh
Peter Tosh. You Can’t Blame the Youth.
tell ‘em the truth, man.
Grass
Aphex Twin
Aphex Twin. Grass.
from selected ambient works 2.
ander inspired me give this one a re-listen. i haven’t always agreed with mr. james on his choices, but i always had a respect. he never really pigeonholed himself. something always drew me back, i’m just not sure what. that’s probably his charm. tongue-and-cheek meets easy listening meets a haunted house. creepy and relaxing. who else can say that?
- Having worked in retail for so long, and observing middle america at it's most truthful...
- i've come to the conclusion that i've made the right choices in my life.
Don't Ask Why
My Bloody Valentine
My Bloody Valentine. Don’t Ask Why.
- I really enjoyed walker percy's the moviegoer.
- most of all because of how much i related to binx bolling's worldview. i never read a book before where i felt such a kinship with the protagonist. binx doesn't seem to be easily swayed by the values of others. there's a part in the book where his aunt asks him if he feels the need to "make a contribution." he replies, "no."
- i hear all these grandiose pop songs with their sunny dispositions and it makes me nauseous. pessimism and optimism are equally delusional. they seem to say: "don't forget to live your life!" i AM living my life. i have no desire to jump from aeroplanes or win the nobel prize.
- it is amusing to me that these people, who supposedly "have it all", are so filled with yearning. so... it turns out that quest for approval got you nowhere, eh?
- that says it all for me.
- charlatans.
- go sell your shampoo
- to someone else.
- I am always amused by a quote from proverbs that is displayed on a parkbench as an advertisement for a church. it reads: "the fear of god is the beginning of wisdom" haha. i have nothing against the beliefs of christians, i just think if you're looking to convert someone you have to assume that they don't already believe.
February 2010
27 posts
Etude aux sons tendus - Luc Ferrari
Luc Ferrari
Luc Ferrari. Etude aux sons tendus.
- I just don't get this pop culture jazz. why are people so preoccupied with people they'll never know or a conversation with? i guess the same could be said of me. except my interest is in what they do, rather than their personal lives. i
- don't have a personal relationship with those people, nor do i want to... it seems so empty when we could be sharing our lives with each other instead.
- No one expects a seagull to be anything other than a seagull. it is beyond our rules, our qualifications. i see a flock flying through the air and i realize i am gazing on perfection. no expects a seagull to build a civilization. being a seagull is simply enough and by definition, a measure of its perfection. we are dwelling in a landscape of ghosts. of dreams. our perfection is beyond our being. another place, another time. i smile at the seagulls, they have it figured out.
“Once, after finishing a picture, I thought I would stop for awhile, take a trip, do things — the next time I thought of this, I found five years had gone by.”
— Willem de Kooning
i’m not sure what it is exactly that i’m painting these days, but it has got my attention. and it makes sense to do it. it feels good to “step off of the ledge.” to take the training wheels off. to let something emerge. everything i am going to do from now on is going to be entirely improvised. it seems much more sincere.
Yoko Under the Piano: A Poem →
yokounderthepiano.com
Sometimes I wish I was an idiot savant. I would live in an assisted living home, sterile clean and white, smelling like a swimming pool. Emerald green fertilized grass outside, 2 benches, a ragged sidewalk with daisies on either side, leading to the entrance. Daytime television quietly humming in…
wow. seriously. i love this! beautiful.
- A baby cries.
- the mother gives it milk
- a short term fix
- the crying never ends
- emptiness creates emptiness
- desire creates desire
- an island in a sea of empty gestures
- drowning is meaningless.
- you speak to me of superman
- i've never met the man
- even if he did exist
- his work is never done.
fly, birdie! fly!
and by my previous post i sincerely mean no ill will to anyone who might be pigeonholed as a “hipster.” some of my best friends are hipsters. i was merely referring to memes.
memes have been around probably since the time that bipedal apes first invented the hammer. it used to irritate me, and sometimes still does, but now i delight in watching its pandemic. it’s like watching a nature show.
the fact that something that has no real substance can propagate itself and follow rules of natural selection is fascinating to me. and only in the world of human beings does it take shape. cats like to watch birds fly outside the window. i enjoy watching my fellow hominids mutate according to a pattern that they themselves had no part in creating.
so i was reading up on these so-called “hipsters” that everyone seems to be going on about. when time magazine writes about your scene, your scene is over.
kudos to the hipsters. and i mean that sincerely. it has taken this bastardized, empty, pointless youth culture to expose how empty, pointless, and bastardized youth culture is. they already did that with punk in the 70s, but you guys took it to its plateau! it couldn’t have played out better, really. irony is finally DEAD. and i couldn’t be happier. and the best part is… i don’t even think you guys were aware of it. haha. that just makes it perfect.
duchamp was right. ideas do have a life of their own. they’re downright virulent.
anyway, thanks.
Somewhere There's A Feather
Nico
Nico. Somewhere There’s A Feather.
such a beautiful song. jackson browne is so optimistic in this song. i wish i shared his optimism. but until then, i can listen to this song.
