Jul 24, 2006 15:34
I crawled into my waiting bed at one this morning thinking of naked women dancing vigorously and bouncing glittery painted breasts in my general direction. This general thought pattern isn't exactly unusual for me, but its inspiring muses were anything but normal in the confines of my typical sunday night. What I describe is not the fantasy of an exhausted Sean-brain, but rather a small sample of the ingenius and sometimes delightfully disturbing shit that makes up a Flaming Lips performance. I entered the Hollywood Bowl feeling neutral about these guys, and exited a changed, dare I say evolved individual. Their music still doesn't even approach the median bulge of my musical taste bell-curve, but at least now I can count them well within the outer slopes and give them a big thumbs up as artists I can genuinely respect. Their lyrics are inspired, their live performance is second to none, and they openly advocate cannabis as well as nude women in an extremely visual way. I don't know whether I've been missing all the fun and am just terribly naive about what sorts of experiences can be had out there in the wide world... its quite possible. But how often can you watch a rubber nun-puppet sing about giant robots bent on humanity's destruction while legions of green-haired women dressed as aliens groove with spotlight-wielding men in emaciated Santa outfits amidst roaming clouds of intoxicating smoke and a sea of leaping circular glowsticks? At one point I had to lean over and confess in Julia's ear, "I don't quite understand this shit, but its awesome."
On a side note, I think that the Hollywood Bowl has got to be the best venue I've ever been to in my life. Not only are you free to bring your own food and drink without hassle, but the outdoor nature of it provides and excellent backdrop of rolling grassy hills while ingenius engineering provides near-perfect acoustics even at the most sad and distant seats. I plan to go to more concerts at this locale, so those of you who enjoy live music while picnicing under the stars might plan on joining me.
On a completely different topic, I've been thinking about the concept of god lately in a more or less abstract and academic sense. The big bang is a curious concept, and it was this fairly straightforward (especially compared to a lot of other science regarding cosmic workings) concept that led me to my theory.
God is motion.
In order for the big bang to have occured, all of the matter had to be in more or less one place. Now, why would all matter be in one place, then suddenly fly apart with tremendous power? Things tend to bounce off of each other because of their inherent motion. But as you approach zero degrees kalvin (ie, zero energy), matter converges in a very spectacular way. In fact, all of the atoms fuse together to form a single, super-atom with unbelievable mass. In a way, you might consider this the ovum of the universe. As soon as energy was introduced to the matter, it exploded apart, with all the subatomic particles forming the materials that are stable at current energy levels - we know them as elements. Motion, at a basic level, maintains this type of matter and all the things that are based upon it. Without it, all things would collapse back into that super-atom where it all began.