I’ve posted this before, but it’s exquisite, so I’m posting it again. Here is a Tangential and Probably Unimportant Morrissey Factoid: My father hates Morrissey but thinks that Johnny Marr is great. How can you love one but hate the other?
So I’ve been listening a LOT to the band Earth recently, and today, for fun, I decided to try my hand at making slow, pretty music. I’ve been monkeying around with my eBow for some time now, but, usually, I just use it when improvising and not when recording. Today was the first time I got to use it in an actual, composed setting, and I like it even more! Now I want a Fernandes Sustainer circuit to load in the baritone that I’m going to build someday (like I have the budget for yet ANOTHER project guitar right now). I also feel pretty good about the way I recorded this: minimal intervention, very little eq, very little stereo panning, and no effects except for the tremolo on the guitar amp/electric piano and a little bit of reverb (because I live in a tiny apartment now). I was able to keep levels consistent and really let the recording breathe: I didn’t have to constantly monkey with dynamics or introduce compression into the mix, so what you’re hearing when you listen is a pretty natural representation of what was actually played live. So, overall, without having access to a real recording studio or analog gear, I feel REALLY good about this, and I hope you enjoy it. As always, I really value your input as to what I should do to improve my songwriting and recording skills: what do you guys think?
I may have posted this before and I don’t even care. Blade Runner is the best movie, and the Blade Runner gun is the best prop gun. Some of you are probably aware of my month-long Blade Runner binge earlier this year, during which I watched Blade Runner every single night (sometimes I would also watch Akira, because it’s basically Blade Runner: The Animated Series*). Anyways, as sweet as this is, I can’t help chuckle every time I read this because it reminds me of that Patton Oswalt routine about how his kids are going to be way cooler than he is (a common fear of mine). “Hey dad, I threw your Blade Runner gun on the roof. You can have it back if you can do three pushups. Fag.”
*How effing sweet would Blade Runner: The Animated Series be? I would watch every episode. I fully realize that by saying this on the Internet, in public, I am basically self-nominating for the Least Cool Guy Ever Award and should probably retreat to my parents’ basement with my Cheeto-stained fingers and my multiple WoW accounts; well, the joke’s on you because my parents don’t even HAVE a basement (actually the joke is on me because I live in a basement apartment).
“Mad Men is self-evidently not about the 1960s, any more than Discipline and Punish is about the late 18th century. It is about us today and the contingencies through which we came to be so. One very smart way that Mad Men goes about this is to shift our habitual understanding of when a key historical break occurred.
We typically equate ‘the sixties’ with the late 1960s, with 1968 as their epitome. But this is only what the self-important baby boomers want everyone to believe, on the solipsistic basis that they insist on having changed the world, not their parents.
Mad Men overthrows this assumption, with a similar disdain as Tony Judt pours on the Western boomers who think throwing rocks in Paris was historically important. By focusing on the exit from the 1950s and the early sixties, it reminds us that the decade was about a shift from one model of middle class conformity to another, from one model of capitalism to another. The supposed abandonment of conformity and capitalism was a hippy delusion or, at most, a sideshow.”
Bold = me
YESSSSSS. I love reminders that hippie counterculture wasn’t a counterculture at all, but just a model of youth culture that promoted a vague idea of non-conformity and was quickly subsumed by capitalist thought. I love these reminders because I hate hippies and love hardcore.
We’re all—especially those of us who are educated and have read a lot and have watched TV critically—in a very self-conscious and sort of worldly and sophisticated time, but also a time when we seem terribly afraid of other people’s reactions to us and very desperate to control how people interpret us. Everyone is extremely conscious of manipulating how they come off in the media; they want to structure what they say so that the reader or audience will interpret it in the way that is most favorable to them. What’s interesting to me is that this isn’t all that new.
This was the project of the Sophists in Athens, and this is what Socrates and Plato thought was so completely evil. The Sophists had this idea: Forget this idea of what’s true or not—what you want to do is rhetoric; you want to be able to persuade the audience and have the audience think you’re smart and cool. And Socrates and Plato, basically their whole idea is, “Bullshit. There is such a thing as truth, and it’s not all just how to say what you say so that you get a good job or get laid, or whatever it is people think they want.
The post-modernist in me says “well, there’s no truth, actually”, but the part of me that really hates the corruption of journalistic integrity, and the part of me that loves DFW to death, thinks this is effing great.