attempt #2.
crash. et cetera. the footage for outpost (steve's major grant from studio22) is finally coming back from processing, and at this moment before the rush to edit, i get a certain feeling of lucidity. my inclination is to be generally unhappy when i don't find an explicit purpose to my life. and also generally unhappy, until i finish the purpose. and so, i'm in that quantized moment of equilibrium. Editing works as well as anything in my life to fulfill that purpose, but i've never explored what else could be that purpose too. i was thinking about this when zach (my roommate) was washing off his car at a car wash in 25 degree weather. somewhat crazy, but he wanted to see what the snow would look like when it was washed off - maybe it's time to wash some snow off and look at my beautiful vehicle. ahh, tasty. okay, that's too much implied sexuality, moving on...
with debts growing by the day (and class), it's been harder for me to ignore money lately. to ignore money is a certain undeniable power, and maybe this is as good time as any to reawaken to "realities" of my financial situation (i have a certain tendency to write financial "woes" but i'll prune that dead thought off like a jackrabbit). but, under what socio-economic standing do i belong? i'm not exactly sure anymore - private school has run a number on my head...
ahh . comments . fountainhead . already alienating my fanbase (ha.)
yes, my brief tirade on indie music was playfully unfounded, and maybe too playful for even myself. to undercut xiu xiu or interpol at this point could be dangerous (spies everywhere, i tell you) - but i guess my interest is more to touch upon a certain nostalgia in indie-rock/pop that cannot be provoking anymore. to enjoy indie (aesthetic not industry configuration) becomes a test in "taste" and to achieve success depends on earlier "good" taste - thereby, i brought up ian curtis, the spokesman for the generation of good taste. taste can be a bad thing, though, makes a canonization of earlier work inevitable, and more often than not, doesn't have much stylistic play to work with. a factor in popularity of indie bands is often an internalization of a certain era's musical vocabulary, and that cultist plunging of earlier work debilitates any sort of experimentation relevant to now. So, the audience and bands both can stay warm within the corpses of lost idols - not to overstate things...
Why I'd Rather Listen To The New R. Kelly Album Than The New Shins Album is a nice rant about indie...check it, if only for the title alone.
off to work - more eddy pictures on the way. watch out!
-#1 (rhymes with deyoung)
crash. et cetera. the footage for outpost (steve's major grant from studio22) is finally coming back from processing, and at this moment before the rush to edit, i get a certain feeling of lucidity. my inclination is to be generally unhappy when i don't find an explicit purpose to my life. and also generally unhappy, until i finish the purpose. and so, i'm in that quantized moment of equilibrium. Editing works as well as anything in my life to fulfill that purpose, but i've never explored what else could be that purpose too. i was thinking about this when zach (my roommate) was washing off his car at a car wash in 25 degree weather. somewhat crazy, but he wanted to see what the snow would look like when it was washed off - maybe it's time to wash some snow off and look at my beautiful vehicle. ahh, tasty. okay, that's too much implied sexuality, moving on...
with debts growing by the day (and class), it's been harder for me to ignore money lately. to ignore money is a certain undeniable power, and maybe this is as good time as any to reawaken to "realities" of my financial situation (i have a certain tendency to write financial "woes" but i'll prune that dead thought off like a jackrabbit). but, under what socio-economic standing do i belong? i'm not exactly sure anymore - private school has run a number on my head...
ahh . comments . fountainhead . already alienating my fanbase (ha.)
yes, my brief tirade on indie music was playfully unfounded, and maybe too playful for even myself. to undercut xiu xiu or interpol at this point could be dangerous (spies everywhere, i tell you) - but i guess my interest is more to touch upon a certain nostalgia in indie-rock/pop that cannot be provoking anymore. to enjoy indie (aesthetic not industry configuration) becomes a test in "taste" and to achieve success depends on earlier "good" taste - thereby, i brought up ian curtis, the spokesman for the generation of good taste. taste can be a bad thing, though, makes a canonization of earlier work inevitable, and more often than not, doesn't have much stylistic play to work with. a factor in popularity of indie bands is often an internalization of a certain era's musical vocabulary, and that cultist plunging of earlier work debilitates any sort of experimentation relevant to now. So, the audience and bands both can stay warm within the corpses of lost idols - not to overstate things...
Why I'd Rather Listen To The New R. Kelly Album Than The New Shins Album is a nice rant about indie...check it, if only for the title alone.
off to work - more eddy pictures on the way. watch out!
-#1 (rhymes with deyoung)
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