I don’t know (or care) about you, but this shit still sounds like the future to me. Long live Kraftwerk!
I don’t know (or care) about you, but this shit still sounds like the future to me. Long live Kraftwerk!
After bitching about being sad last week, let me start this week with a music video because it means I don’t actually have to provide you with any meaningful content. You might get a letter later, not sure. We’ll see.
I’ve been listening to this Monarchy record a bit recently and I am a little mixed on it. I like the music, but the dude’s lyrics are kind of bullshit sometimes and kind of good other times. And when they’re kind of bullshit I get pulled right out of the music. Too bad. But I really like this song and I dig the astronaut video all in close up that they probably shot in a dark room. Simple, nice effects, cool song. A smidge emo, but who isn’t a smidge emo right now?
One other question, Monarchy. Is this the fucking obelisk that turns into the phone booth in Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure on your album cover?
Because if it is, that is awesome.
November was a terribly unproductive month for me. Not a single creative project in sight, though I did have like 6 or 7 abortive attempts at my Christmas song. That doesn’t count at all. Nothing to report here.
Basically, overall, November has fucking sucked and I am glad it’s over. I’ve been in a rotten mental and emotional state, cranky, sleepless, touchy, tense, miserable. Every little thing has been setting me off and I’m lonely and stupid and that makes me feel worse. It’s all been really misdirected and awful and sometimes I just wish I could sleep through all of it and not come in to work and not leave the house and not do anything. But I can’t do that, so I suck it up. Nothing is making me feel better and nothing silences the bullshit running through my head. I am sick as fuck of it. Leave me alone, sadness! I don’t want you! Can I please wake up and not feel like a complete shit head? Thanks. That would be awesome.
Anyway, enough of that bitching and moaning. I’ll check back in after the new year.
Even though he comes off as a little bit of a dick, Gilliam’s comment on the nature of art is valuable and true. Effectively, that the best art leaves strings hanging for the viewer/reader/whateverer to figure out for themselves which, I believe, creates a more intimate experience. There’s nothing like having to work for comprehension to help make a thing feel like it is your own, to build a bond with a work, to internalize it, to have it affect you. When handed all the answers, things are boring as hell. It’s one of my major pet peeves with YA fiction and, really, a lot of SF/F. I get so bored when everything is explained. Just put things in there and let us work it out through context. That is one of the things I really enjoyed about Gene Wolfe’s work. Creativity is problem solving. Jeez, that’s like my new mantra.
And like women, the easy ones are boring. There’s nothing more boring than a woman who throws herself at you. It’s the difficult ones we all like and go after. Art. Women. Women. Art. They are the same.