Spontaneous discourse
Why doesn't Vermont Public Television ever play anything exhilirating?
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Why am I even asking that question?
(For the inevitable comment thread disparaging public television in general, actually, public television in the Boston area managed to be continually enthralling for me, which is not something I say lightly. It's one of the only things that I miss about Boston, save the fact that it's an urban center *at all*. The shit they play up here just doesn't compare at all, and keep in mind that, but for a brief phase of watching Anamaniacs and the Simpsons in middle school, Vermont Public Television is the one and only television station I grew up on. But at the same time, you can't turn on the tube here and discover some kick-ass urban band you'd never heard of and immediately want to run out and buy their entire discography. Well. Not unless you really like backwoods old-timey Vermont folk music, which I do, but it's really not my scene right now, and probably won't be until I turn forty or at least get around to having sex with something.)
Remembering I'd discovered Ozomatli in such a fashion is the only reason why I've turned a nearly entirely wasted and mildly shitty day around and started being in an obviously good mood for the first time in....roughly a week, since I last heard them.(Granted, I had exhilirated, "damn, this shit is awesome" moods while watching The Ladykillers and Twelve Monkeys the other day, but those are somewhat manufactured and can be much more easily controlled by intellect, therefore not really counting in the same way. Exuberantly good music stimulates something that movies just can't, especially when one is in the business of writing movies as a livelihood. Black Cat, White Cat is the obvious exception, but if anyone can make great movies that aren't afraid to be totally crazy, it's the Balkan peoples in general and Emir Kusturica in particular, so there you go. Emir Kusturica has contributed signifcantly to me as a writer (along with Joseph Heller and Robert Grudin), which is a sign that if I ever actually finish "Code Purple" it's going to either be a work of utter genius or a work of utter shit that happens to be funny as hell to anyone on the same level as I am and utterly baffling, if not offensive, for everyone else. Or, as Steph has suggested, possibly both at the same time.)
And this is coming from someone who's almost never in an obviously exuberant mood. Which is sad. I need to correct that. Obviously won't be able to do so totally until I'm out of this place, but I can at least make a start.
*shrugs*
There's time.
And yes, I am wearing sunglasses indoors at 1:00 in the morning. You can laugh all you want. Once I've come out of my shell, derisive laughter just makes me dance harder, so nyah.
Now back to Getting Things Done (R, TM).
Edit : What?! No sunglasses?! Stupid mood icon set! Oh well. I guess I'll have to make do, for now, as I can't be distracted by making an animated GIF to my liking at the moment.
...
Why am I even asking that question?
(For the inevitable comment thread disparaging public television in general, actually, public television in the Boston area managed to be continually enthralling for me, which is not something I say lightly. It's one of the only things that I miss about Boston, save the fact that it's an urban center *at all*. The shit they play up here just doesn't compare at all, and keep in mind that, but for a brief phase of watching Anamaniacs and the Simpsons in middle school, Vermont Public Television is the one and only television station I grew up on. But at the same time, you can't turn on the tube here and discover some kick-ass urban band you'd never heard of and immediately want to run out and buy their entire discography. Well. Not unless you really like backwoods old-timey Vermont folk music, which I do, but it's really not my scene right now, and probably won't be until I turn forty or at least get around to having sex with something.)
Remembering I'd discovered Ozomatli in such a fashion is the only reason why I've turned a nearly entirely wasted and mildly shitty day around and started being in an obviously good mood for the first time in....roughly a week, since I last heard them.(Granted, I had exhilirated, "damn, this shit is awesome" moods while watching The Ladykillers and Twelve Monkeys the other day, but those are somewhat manufactured and can be much more easily controlled by intellect, therefore not really counting in the same way. Exuberantly good music stimulates something that movies just can't, especially when one is in the business of writing movies as a livelihood. Black Cat, White Cat is the obvious exception, but if anyone can make great movies that aren't afraid to be totally crazy, it's the Balkan peoples in general and Emir Kusturica in particular, so there you go. Emir Kusturica has contributed signifcantly to me as a writer (along with Joseph Heller and Robert Grudin), which is a sign that if I ever actually finish "Code Purple" it's going to either be a work of utter genius or a work of utter shit that happens to be funny as hell to anyone on the same level as I am and utterly baffling, if not offensive, for everyone else. Or, as Steph has suggested, possibly both at the same time.)
And this is coming from someone who's almost never in an obviously exuberant mood. Which is sad. I need to correct that. Obviously won't be able to do so totally until I'm out of this place, but I can at least make a start.
*shrugs*
There's time.
And yes, I am wearing sunglasses indoors at 1:00 in the morning. You can laugh all you want. Once I've come out of my shell, derisive laughter just makes me dance harder, so nyah.
Now back to Getting Things Done (R, TM).
Edit : What?! No sunglasses?! Stupid mood icon set! Oh well. I guess I'll have to make do, for now, as I can't be distracted by making an animated GIF to my liking at the moment.