Yesterday I watched American Splendour which was pretty wicked. I came out feeling all like “fuck the world”, “fuck normality”, “everyone’s stupid but me.” Hehehe.
Well, OK, not entirely. I’ll download to hear an artist, sort of like a test trial to see whether I like the stuff or not. If I don’t, I’ll chuck it, if I do I’ll BUY THE ALBUM.
Otherwise it’s just plain stealing. (Am I still stealing?…)
I watched Waking Life last night, which kind of tripped me out. It’s like every arts student’s dream…or worse nightmare. Has all the kind of ideas which sort of poke at your normal brain, daring and pushing you over to enter that great expanse where all those scary ideas live. But it’s not like it’s a land from which you can’t return. You can think all those great, scary thoughts but return to ‘normality’ (and worry about stuff like boys or work or family). Sometimes you might come back with your head a little rewired, after all normality’s a fluid, dynamic place too, or maybe you won’t – and each world’s a respite from each other, connected in subtle ways and disconnected if you choose.
OK, wtf fuck am I talking about? Its like this. If you try to become someone else, or lead your life according to someone else’s ideals the best you can hope for is adoption or influence, although its unlikely to fit well, and you’ll probably fall back into your old ways.
That person is the way they are, or thinks the way they do, because time and experience and natural thought processes have made them that way, or have led them that direction. So their personality or morals or beliefs is inherent to them – they can’t be anything else because that is them. Just like you.
Get it?
@ Hopetoun: Saturday night something different altogether, as I was lucky enough to be one of 150 people with tickets to the Black Keys’ Hopetoun gig (the rest were guest-listers) – although my ear drums have paid for it. This is dirty, bluesy rock at its best. Patrick Carney plays like a man possessed, as if the very act of drumming is an attempt to exorcise some fantastical drumming demon. Meanwhile Dan Auerbach looks so comfortable with his guitar you’d swear he’d popped straight out of his mum with it in his hands. His voice, wonderfully gravelly draws some enticing blues melodies. Promising warm-up set from Mexico City.
