Thursday, November 24, 2011
I read a post on Facebook about someone saying a certain artist has no talent because his music is computer generated. I read all 40 or so comments pertaining to these not so great talents of sitting looking at a screen at a concert without picking up a guitar. I have no problem with people not liking computer generated music, but as an artist who generates music electronically, I need to keep conversations like these in my mind to further realize what draws the line between organically writing songs through raw energy and writing songs through a computer without having meaning behind the beats. What people do not realize (non-musicican-art-types) is in order for some people to express themselves throughly, certain tools are required. For me, my creativity requires a laptop with music software, that's just the way my mind has set a course on. I believe in noise and that's fine, but some people think music is just a guitar and I have to understand that not everyone will understand what I am seeing inside myself that myself requires of me as far as tools go. Even though I work with a machine, I still see what I can do to the machine, not what the machine can do. I tell the machine what to do just as most people would tell a guitar what to do with their fingers.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
The idea of 11/11/11 years ago was something truly imaginative, of course that was at my peak of superstition. Today I have nothing to do with superstition, but today I have something more imaginative to believe in than simply believing that if I make a wish, it will surely come true. If you take a look around you will notice something similar, or similarly different, everyone is at some kind of point in their life. Whether that be slouching on a gas station bench engulfed in cigarette smoke with mostly oil bleached hands, or someone ordering five lattes at Starbucks for their executive office. I see sad, I see lonely, I see deprived, I see desperate, I see fat, I see skinny, I see fit, I see happy, I see stoned, I see macho, I see petite, I see all kind of kinds. We can wish on something, or we can change something. For some, wishing is comfortable and safe. We don't get anywhere by being comfortable and safe. We reach our peaks of what we would have wished on when we say "fuck it" five years earlier and now here we are realizing it's a good thing we "did" instead of "wished". I use to wish, and now I "do" and I am finding out that "doing" and looking around at what I see instead of looking up to what I can't see, has been more beneficial in my life. This is my 11/11 rant of something I never thought I would be saying five years ago when I use to believe in a god and wishes.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
breaking myself
myself I have broken into
the self of my other self
that isn't a part of my daily self
don't you know what I'm talking about
you break yourself too
too you break your self
that isn't a part of your daily self
your other self
my other self
ourselves are away from where they really want to be
they need to be
free
let yourself break yourself
out of your daily self
of shit, monotony, babbling people, babbling ads of how everyone thinks it should be.
you and I, my friend,
know what this is like
to be crushed by the world
but to crush yourself for the sake of your other self,
for your meaningful self
now that's a beautiful thing.
Don't let the world change you. Change this fucking world.
myself I have broken into
the self of my other self
that isn't a part of my daily self
don't you know what I'm talking about
you break yourself too
too you break your self
that isn't a part of your daily self
your other self
my other self
ourselves are away from where they really want to be
they need to be
free
let yourself break yourself
out of your daily self
of shit, monotony, babbling people, babbling ads of how everyone thinks it should be.
you and I, my friend,
know what this is like
to be crushed by the world
but to crush yourself for the sake of your other self,
for your meaningful self
now that's a beautiful thing.
Don't let the world change you. Change this fucking world.
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