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Well, shit
Sep. 15th, 2003 12:12 amAfter a few weeks of being a shut-in due to illness and the like, I was jonesing to get out of the house this weekend. Ha. I had 3 separate things planned - one for each night - and day by day, every fucking one of them fell through.
So I put on a CD and listen to 2 RIGHTS MAKE 1 WRONG by mogwai. The guitar plays its simple little melody. It builds. The drums start up, and he's hitting them like his heart might explode at any minute. And then, everything. I'm drowning beneath waves of brass, distorted, guitars, organ. Layer after shimmering layer. Indescribable sounds. A choir, a banjo. Under rough seas there is a still ocean floor. In a storm I find my centre.
But it is folly to rely on music for emotional support, or any art for that matter. It can reflect your life and feelings, but without a life in the first place it means nothing. And one day it will let you down. I know this.
But it'll do for now. I wasn't kidding about that guy's heart either. He's had a pacemaker since he was a kid. I guess my weekend wasn't bad, it just wasn't much of anything is all. Not even any house hunting, seeing as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eganra has piked out of the whole idea for now, which pretty much scraps any moving plans, unless andrewaskew or I can find someone else who's looking to move. If anyone out there is interested in looking for a place to share with us, don't be shy.
I morosely flicked on the TV on a sunday afternoon and immediately had my mood buoyed when I realised it was time for Ken Burns' "Jazz", a history of the form. It's an extremely entertaining doco and I enjoyed every episode the first time around, and intend to do so again. Apparently some people had a problem with the final episode (i.e. the episode that covers the most recent history and the present), which seems to be a given with popular music histories. I'm not sure weather that's because more recently cross pollination and development in music has gotten music to the point where it's much harder for someone to point at the whole thing and say "well, the pattern is here", weather it's just that you need some distance from the times in order to discern such patterns, or wether we are simply more sensitive to details in the times we live in, and would in fact find the same sort of fault with earlier episodes had we lived in those times.
The worst of such episodes for me was the final episode of "Long Way to the Top", the ABC's alternately entertaining and infuriating history of rock and popular music in Australia. It tried to cover in in one 50 min episode the underground of the 80s and everything that happened in the 90s - a pitiful amount of time allotted to what I consider the most prosperous and fruitful period in Australian music history. Scores of important bands were neglected. Australian electronica got something like 4 minutes of screen time. The entire episode was I think in this case people neglecting something because it didn't fit easily into the patterns and theories that they were trying to push. Because it doesn't fit their narrative.
... How did I get to that? Oh yeah. Jazz. Sunday arvo on aunty. Recommended viewing.
Did I mention I'm a music nerd?
So I put on a CD and listen to 2 RIGHTS MAKE 1 WRONG by mogwai. The guitar plays its simple little melody. It builds. The drums start up, and he's hitting them like his heart might explode at any minute. And then, everything. I'm drowning beneath waves of brass, distorted, guitars, organ. Layer after shimmering layer. Indescribable sounds. A choir, a banjo. Under rough seas there is a still ocean floor. In a storm I find my centre.
But it is folly to rely on music for emotional support, or any art for that matter. It can reflect your life and feelings, but without a life in the first place it means nothing. And one day it will let you down. I know this.
But it'll do for now. I wasn't kidding about that guy's heart either. He's had a pacemaker since he was a kid. I guess my weekend wasn't bad, it just wasn't much of anything is all. Not even any house hunting, seeing as
eganra has piked out of the whole idea for now, which pretty much scraps any moving plans, unless andrewaskew or I can find someone else who's looking to move. If anyone out there is interested in looking for a place to share with us, don't be shy.I morosely flicked on the TV on a sunday afternoon and immediately had my mood buoyed when I realised it was time for Ken Burns' "Jazz", a history of the form. It's an extremely entertaining doco and I enjoyed every episode the first time around, and intend to do so again. Apparently some people had a problem with the final episode (i.e. the episode that covers the most recent history and the present), which seems to be a given with popular music histories. I'm not sure weather that's because more recently cross pollination and development in music has gotten music to the point where it's much harder for someone to point at the whole thing and say "well, the pattern is here", weather it's just that you need some distance from the times in order to discern such patterns, or wether we are simply more sensitive to details in the times we live in, and would in fact find the same sort of fault with earlier episodes had we lived in those times.
The worst of such episodes for me was the final episode of "Long Way to the Top", the ABC's alternately entertaining and infuriating history of rock and popular music in Australia. It tried to cover in in one 50 min episode the underground of the 80s and everything that happened in the 90s - a pitiful amount of time allotted to what I consider the most prosperous and fruitful period in Australian music history. Scores of important bands were neglected. Australian electronica got something like 4 minutes of screen time. The entire episode was I think in this case people neglecting something because it didn't fit easily into the patterns and theories that they were trying to push. Because it doesn't fit their narrative.
... How did I get to that? Oh yeah. Jazz. Sunday arvo on aunty. Recommended viewing.
Did I mention I'm a music nerd?
