By the way, I definitely second the Agoraphobic review, astounding stuff. If you like being aurally sexed. Hard.
I was thinking I'd make this short and sweet, and a bit more Satanic, and review the new Behemoth release. But instead I want to be confusing and philosophical.
Sometime life hates us. Like a cloudy day. I don't mind rain. Sometimes, it can be quite exquisite. But I desperately hate cloudy days. They literally alter my mood completely for the worse, without relief. For instance, right now, outside my window is a cloudy day, staring me right in the fucking face, telling me repeatedly in a great, booming wave-of-a-voice, "Let me destroy you with my thunderous pillows." Letmedestroyyouwithmythunderouspillows. The next big scene grind band.
But anyway, my point is sometimes it's hard to feel good. You feel guilty about something, you are having a fight with a close friend/family member, work sucks, it's motherfucking cloudy, whatever.
Life is all too precious to spend deep within our own regret, sunken, fragile, but we can't help it. If you can help it, I feel sorry for you. Living a life without sorrow, loss, nothingness, the lowest lows supplemented by the highest highs, is not a life I would care for. It what makes us essentially human, alive. Every breath another waterfall of what-if's.
This is stuff of which good art is begotten. And in fact, art is nothing but the waterfall hitting the page, the ear, the eyes. It's the love making of personal tragedy with sensory input. That's hot.
The music I don't have a palate for is basically music from complacent, boring, privileged, uninspired, underwhelmed people. Of course, it has to sound good. Let's face it, I just don't like how country music sounds. It has nothing to do with how inspired they are. They could be as inspired as I feel all of my favorite bands are, and I still won't enjoy it. Oh well.
But generally speaking, the music has to have some water under the bridge, some history beneath all the notes and rests, something that proves it wasn't created with robots. Take Behold... The Arctopus. I dislike them, more or less, because they are all cyborgs, and write tons of meaningless notes that go absolutely nowhere. They can tell me they wrote the song "You Will be Reincarnated As an Imperial Attack Spaceturtle" with a particular sense of humanity of emotional drive in mind, but the music they ended up writing because of that feeling didn't succeed as a catalyst of that same feeling in the unknowing listener, like myself. And moreover, this is exactly my general problem with prog rock (though I like plenty of prog bands that I feel are exceptions).
This was basically (to me) a much better worded version of my last post, about how emo music isn't emo and most good music actually is "emo" to say the least.
But this needed to be said once and for all. The problem with expression is that everyone thinks they're right. But being right is exactly the wrong way to approach one's own artistic creation. Being right is not essentially human. We are very often wrong, about everything. I might be wrong about all of this bullshit. But why be frightened of what you are. Make music, and do it from the heart, and shut the fuck up when someone calls it stupid, because let's face it, that guy is probably not nearly as talented or interesting as you. Flourish, be wrong, fuck up, learn, fuck up again, really learn that time, understand a year is a long time, and a life is a large collection of years, and things are going to change, but never too much. The clouds are going away outside. Be merry, friends.
Make love.
iTunes Last Played:
As Tall As Lions, All Else Failed, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, The Meters, Mew, Weather Report, Have Heart, The Half of It, Behemoth, Ruiner, Pig Destroyer, Hot Water Music, Gorilla Biscuits, The Sword, Freddie Hubbard, Defeater, Dead Swans, Bold, Sigur Ros, Shai Hulud, Saosin, Radiohead, At the Gates, Thrice, United Nations
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