i was listening to “the state i am in” by belle and sebastian today. i noticed the “string squeak” in the song, the sound of fingers swiping the surface of the guitar strings as it is played. the more i listened, the more pronounced the squeak was. i laughed to myself. i thought about what a keen filter the mind is. that it can filter out such an apparent noise and focus its attention on the tonal qualities alone.
how much do we filter out as a “mistake” in the world? i wondered, is that what pornography is? the melodies and the harmonies are romance? the squeaks, pops, and crackles are the pornography? the crude, mechanical focus on erotic objects without emotion? sound without pitch? was that crude and unfeeling?
then i realized that you didn’t have to focus on one or the other… sound is not without pitch just as pitch is not without sound. the coldness lies in separating two aspects of the same thing, qualities that are not mutually exclusive.
spanish castle magic. it’s all in your mind, baby.
“Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.”—
i disagree. i am a man, and i understand this precisely. she shouldn’t generalize all people who have penises as being like the assholes she meets in bars.
i dig andy warhol and the whole “take the elements of your time and appropriate it” idea. good hip-hop does this well musically. but the corporate power structure stands in the way. i can’t help but think that the whole concept of the “original idea” was created as a means of protecting financial investment. robbing the individual of the ability to play a role in his or her own cultural position. when the “work” ceases to be a material, which it truly is, all individuals are shackled from being active participants in the culture that they live in. culture, in this regard, is nothing but a means of marketing and colonizing the mind of the passive consumer. collage and re-contexutalization have always been the seed of new ideas.
i think of all the folk songs that are “traditional”. the only way you’d hear them is if someone played them for you. a game of telephone. a chain letter. who knows what the song was like originally. that is what culture truly is. it would have been impossible using the standard of intellectual property.