Sonic Youth/further elaborations
Fact is too often implemented. Rather than linear time, there are leaps from one concrete notion to another. Between memories are vast gaps of ambiguous space. Although I have developed comfort with these gray areas, I cannot help but quest and fear what my future will bring. My personal time, rather than continual, is a series of cause and effect. When the tangibility of friendship disappeared last June, I feared uncontrollable vagueness and therefore developed a sudden love for Sonic Youth. Sonic Youth was a series of noises and screams so vague there was nowhere lower to go and so eerie there was nothing to fear. And I could turn it off with just one button!
During Harvard Model UN, I purchased three more of their albums. I played ‘Dirty’ in the hotel, and my roommates thought it was weird. Late that night, I learned that one of my two remaining friends got into NYU Tishe for photography. I’ve seen her work and, while technically brilliant, it’s not the least creative. That night I also learned that three other kids from my grade are going. One too is nothing special - in fact I can read well into the ways of her palpable eating disorder. I truly believe that I am more intelligent than either of them. I question and progress rather than following some formulaic procedure which has consistently proven ineffective. Sonic Youth has never been aesthetic, rather the noise thrusts me into a state of nothing, where I’m stuck to evaluate everything. I think. It took me seventeen years to admit that I have the ability to do that.
My one wish is that there was somebody whom would appreciate this with me. I want to get into a ‘scene’ - a concert scene or something, but it’s impossible to do so as a female on your own. Especially when you’re short and seventeen.
So for now, I’m stuck with few friends I enjoy and only CDs to handle.
During Harvard Model UN, I purchased three more of their albums. I played ‘Dirty’ in the hotel, and my roommates thought it was weird. Late that night, I learned that one of my two remaining friends got into NYU Tishe for photography. I’ve seen her work and, while technically brilliant, it’s not the least creative. That night I also learned that three other kids from my grade are going. One too is nothing special - in fact I can read well into the ways of her palpable eating disorder. I truly believe that I am more intelligent than either of them. I question and progress rather than following some formulaic procedure which has consistently proven ineffective. Sonic Youth has never been aesthetic, rather the noise thrusts me into a state of nothing, where I’m stuck to evaluate everything. I think. It took me seventeen years to admit that I have the ability to do that.
My one wish is that there was somebody whom would appreciate this with me. I want to get into a ‘scene’ - a concert scene or something, but it’s impossible to do so as a female on your own. Especially when you’re short and seventeen.
So for now, I’m stuck with few friends I enjoy and only CDs to handle.