No one's in a fix like I am. (I am)...
My Twitter account seems to be getting increasingly concerned with my lack of logging in. For awhile I was getting messages about Neil Gaiman's tweets. Specifically him, for some reason. Like without me watching, whatever he was doing he's going to shrivel up and disappear. Today's message said something like "Here's what you're missing in the US" (italics my own). Apparently the whole country is at the mercy of my lack of care for Twitter.
I decided to try some CDs from newer "hip" bands from the library while I was cataloging them. I don't know if I went in with preconceived rage, but certainly was left with some frustration and longing for "the good ol' days". These projected good times, of course, fall upon the angst ridden '90s (and spillage into the early turn of the millennium).
Every album I took out sounded the same. That folky, chanty, letshaveacoolcoolparty sound and lyrics that, while not terrible, are essentially empty and meaningless. I didn't particularly despise anything. But the sameness, the "hey, man, whatever. we're college kids. let's maybe read a book and drink starbucks together, then stay up all night wandering the neighborhood in the dark" attitude put me in a tizzy. Obvs.
At least the music around when I grew up had some kind of emotion attached to it. Not saying anything from the '90s is smarter or better written, but it just felt like there was something more behind it than partypartygoodtime.
Then I happened to catch a (not very awesome) documentary, Kurt and Courtney, about the conspiracy theories behind Kurt Cobain's death. It was pretty bad, but just looking at everyone interviewed, their heroin-hooded eyes, crazy bald/beard/backyard with a spatula selves, it's like another world. No way those kids would hang out with the members of FUN..
Maybe I should be happy that these seemingly clean college kids want to produce some clap-yer-hands-'n'-stomp-yer-feet tunes and aren't living very public drug induced sad lives. Not everyone has to stand out. Not everything has to leave its mark in history forever. Why not simply have this fun from which, I assume, FUN. is named?
But why make art that isn't amazing? This must be something inherently Capricorn in me, the drive to create something deep or different. If it ain't one or the other, then it is NOTHING! ;A; ~despair~
That being said, I went to see Killing Joke in Boston the day after the last bomber was caught. You wouldn't have noticed there was anything odd, being not even 24-hours since a terrorist was caught and 5 days after a terrorist attack. There were various "Boston Strong" signs around and one electronic billboard that simply read "Gotcha". There were some detours diverting some the street of the attack, too, but the city was bustling and busy as usual. College kids roaming around the campus, street traffic, and no parking when we needed it. Typical Boston Friday.
The show didn't fill up right away, so I was a little wary about how big of a crowd Killing Joke would get. It did fill up after the opening band. Great show. Jaz Coleman is an amazing front man. They were the perfect band to see after such a terrible ordeal for the city. Political and transcending at the same time.
I've been on an old school My Little Pony kick lately. I do like the new show, which made me want to look back on the ponies of which little me was so fond. Let me tell ya, that show was had the worst animation ever. It was clearly nothing more than part of the money-making machine for the franchise, much like every other '80s cartoon. But there is still something cute and odd about it that holds some charm. And seeing colorful little horses in '80s exercise sweatbands for no reason is beyond awesome. Oh, and there was an episode with a Prince-like character called Night Shade.
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
Searching for the ideal My Little Pony image lead me to this list of 50 worst movies according to someone: LIST. A good number of what I have seen are some of my favorites. Howard the Duck and Rollerball. C'mon! Those are gold!
I decided to try some CDs from newer "hip" bands from the library while I was cataloging them. I don't know if I went in with preconceived rage, but certainly was left with some frustration and longing for "the good ol' days". These projected good times, of course, fall upon the angst ridden '90s (and spillage into the early turn of the millennium).
Every album I took out sounded the same. That folky, chanty, letshaveacoolcoolparty sound and lyrics that, while not terrible, are essentially empty and meaningless. I didn't particularly despise anything. But the sameness, the "hey, man, whatever. we're college kids. let's maybe read a book and drink starbucks together, then stay up all night wandering the neighborhood in the dark" attitude put me in a tizzy. Obvs.
At least the music around when I grew up had some kind of emotion attached to it. Not saying anything from the '90s is smarter or better written, but it just felt like there was something more behind it than partypartygoodtime.
Then I happened to catch a (not very awesome) documentary, Kurt and Courtney, about the conspiracy theories behind Kurt Cobain's death. It was pretty bad, but just looking at everyone interviewed, their heroin-hooded eyes, crazy bald/beard/backyard with a spatula selves, it's like another world. No way those kids would hang out with the members of FUN..
Maybe I should be happy that these seemingly clean college kids want to produce some clap-yer-hands-'n'-stomp-yer-feet tunes and aren't living very public drug induced sad lives. Not everyone has to stand out. Not everything has to leave its mark in history forever. Why not simply have this fun from which, I assume, FUN. is named?
But why make art that isn't amazing? This must be something inherently Capricorn in me, the drive to create something deep or different. If it ain't one or the other, then it is NOTHING! ;A; ~despair~
That being said, I went to see Killing Joke in Boston the day after the last bomber was caught. You wouldn't have noticed there was anything odd, being not even 24-hours since a terrorist was caught and 5 days after a terrorist attack. There were various "Boston Strong" signs around and one electronic billboard that simply read "Gotcha". There were some detours diverting some the street of the attack, too, but the city was bustling and busy as usual. College kids roaming around the campus, street traffic, and no parking when we needed it. Typical Boston Friday.
The show didn't fill up right away, so I was a little wary about how big of a crowd Killing Joke would get. It did fill up after the opening band. Great show. Jaz Coleman is an amazing front man. They were the perfect band to see after such a terrible ordeal for the city. Political and transcending at the same time.
I've been on an old school My Little Pony kick lately. I do like the new show, which made me want to look back on the ponies of which little me was so fond. Let me tell ya, that show was had the worst animation ever. It was clearly nothing more than part of the money-making machine for the franchise, much like every other '80s cartoon. But there is still something cute and odd about it that holds some charm. And seeing colorful little horses in '80s exercise sweatbands for no reason is beyond awesome. Oh, and there was an episode with a Prince-like character called Night Shade.
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
Searching for the ideal My Little Pony image lead me to this list of 50 worst movies according to someone: LIST. A good number of what I have seen are some of my favorites. Howard the Duck and Rollerball. C'mon! Those are gold!