More thoughts
Writing is always an interesting thing for me. Sometimes I write because I have to, for papers or resumes or to communicate. Sometimes write opinions that I feel I would mess up if I expressed them vocally before sorting them out on paper. Sometimes it's to escape from reality, and sometimes it's to face reality. I would say it's as good as music, but I really can't compare the two. They're different vices. Different motivations. Different products. It's like trying to compare a drinking habit to a cocaine habit. Except those are the negative parallels of music and writing, I suppose.
You know when they say some people spend their whole lives living in movies or television? I think I'm spending my life living in songs and books. Wishing that the way things are in songs and books, is how real life works. But our misconception of "wasting away your life" by escaping into these releases, is that we're escaping reality. The truth is while we might be successful in escaping our own, we're experiencing a piece of someone else's perception. Their feelings, their pain, their hopes, their imagination, their reality. Not in the case of songs, books, screenplays, (etc. etc.) written solely to make money, in which case we're experiencing consumerism at it's worst. I believe that to be the true definition of a sell out. It's not necessarily famous, popular, and rich musicians/artists/authors/filmmakers. It's those that create only to become famous, popular, and rich. To create for others only. To deceive their fans by underestimating them. Not that I have much room to talk about deceit.
That's part of the problem with the newer music. It's all about sales, not musicianship. And our generation allows the degradation of the pure art, mainly because we're idiots who listen to every subtle implication in television and society itself. With our increased understanding and creation of technology, you no longer have to be talented to be a "musician." And believe me, I use that term lightly, without any respect whatsoever. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my hair straightener and MP3 player as much as the next person, but technology is one of culprits in robbing our generation of our creativity and talent and our opportunity to glimpse into another's reality. It's the same in the film industry as well. As long as you have the cool special effects and a tad bit of nudity, who needs a good plot line? Hell, throw in some vulgar language and then you can replace good acting with mediocre acting. What's worse is that we not only accept this decreasing lack of talent, we expect it. And welcome it!
And here I am on my musical elitist presumptuous pedestal pretending I am actually indignant on this particular matter. I'm not. Sure, it's an issue I truly believe and notice, but there's no indignation. Indignation is: a feeling of righteous anger. In order for that to be true in my case I'd have to care enough to want to change it. To be actively working towards the betterment of musicianship if you will. Instead I fall back and accept what is our new reality. As lacking in perfection as it may be. I pretend enough to believe and to forget how I felt originally. It's how I am with most things these days. The environment, the homeless situation in our country, the corruption and old boys network of the government. My own personal problems. It's very easy to get so worked up and verbally attack something when you're not doing a damn thing about it past your own nose. Maybe that's why I want to be a teacher. To hopefully inspire students with my own desires. To put my passion into someone who isn't quite so lazy,selfish, and scared.
I've never had a conscience about killing bugs. They're annoying creepy nuisances that freak me out. But I killed a lot of ants out on the dock yesterday. One of them was carrying a piece of popcorn, and a twinge of guilt crept in. Bonified guilt! Like the kind my mother can instill in me for making fun of retarded people. I have the audacity to believe my feelings are more important than the ant who was going to help it's colony. I'm on their dock, well essentially it's theirs, and just in case one of them was to crawl on me, I've been killing them all. Poor Ants.
All right enough of the hippie free love mood. I'm back to reality. At least my perception of reality. :)
It's been fun kids. Whitney, I haven't heard from you. As for the rest of you, carry on and give me a call. I miss y'all.
-Heather Kay
You know when they say some people spend their whole lives living in movies or television? I think I'm spending my life living in songs and books. Wishing that the way things are in songs and books, is how real life works. But our misconception of "wasting away your life" by escaping into these releases, is that we're escaping reality. The truth is while we might be successful in escaping our own, we're experiencing a piece of someone else's perception. Their feelings, their pain, their hopes, their imagination, their reality. Not in the case of songs, books, screenplays, (etc. etc.) written solely to make money, in which case we're experiencing consumerism at it's worst. I believe that to be the true definition of a sell out. It's not necessarily famous, popular, and rich musicians/artists/authors/filmmakers. It's those that create only to become famous, popular, and rich. To create for others only. To deceive their fans by underestimating them. Not that I have much room to talk about deceit.
That's part of the problem with the newer music. It's all about sales, not musicianship. And our generation allows the degradation of the pure art, mainly because we're idiots who listen to every subtle implication in television and society itself. With our increased understanding and creation of technology, you no longer have to be talented to be a "musician." And believe me, I use that term lightly, without any respect whatsoever. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my hair straightener and MP3 player as much as the next person, but technology is one of culprits in robbing our generation of our creativity and talent and our opportunity to glimpse into another's reality. It's the same in the film industry as well. As long as you have the cool special effects and a tad bit of nudity, who needs a good plot line? Hell, throw in some vulgar language and then you can replace good acting with mediocre acting. What's worse is that we not only accept this decreasing lack of talent, we expect it. And welcome it!
And here I am on my musical elitist presumptuous pedestal pretending I am actually indignant on this particular matter. I'm not. Sure, it's an issue I truly believe and notice, but there's no indignation. Indignation is: a feeling of righteous anger. In order for that to be true in my case I'd have to care enough to want to change it. To be actively working towards the betterment of musicianship if you will. Instead I fall back and accept what is our new reality. As lacking in perfection as it may be. I pretend enough to believe and to forget how I felt originally. It's how I am with most things these days. The environment, the homeless situation in our country, the corruption and old boys network of the government. My own personal problems. It's very easy to get so worked up and verbally attack something when you're not doing a damn thing about it past your own nose. Maybe that's why I want to be a teacher. To hopefully inspire students with my own desires. To put my passion into someone who isn't quite so lazy,selfish, and scared.
I've never had a conscience about killing bugs. They're annoying creepy nuisances that freak me out. But I killed a lot of ants out on the dock yesterday. One of them was carrying a piece of popcorn, and a twinge of guilt crept in. Bonified guilt! Like the kind my mother can instill in me for making fun of retarded people. I have the audacity to believe my feelings are more important than the ant who was going to help it's colony. I'm on their dock, well essentially it's theirs, and just in case one of them was to crawl on me, I've been killing them all. Poor Ants.
All right enough of the hippie free love mood. I'm back to reality. At least my perception of reality. :)
It's been fun kids. Whitney, I haven't heard from you. As for the rest of you, carry on and give me a call. I miss y'all.
-Heather Kay