Sunday, October 30, 2011

Assassination vs. murder...

The cold compress character of mad men who do big business, making murders happen, making money, making history, a desk at the Rand Corporation, debating language, dubious plan: funnel art as opium, masses of flesh, stuffed into white shirts, think tank tops, denying bob cratchits raises, razing cities, call me al capone, corrupt, fun fun fun, a lot of people hate me, keep the bandwidth narrow, silos of conscience, duty-bound, the mafioso doing it for his family, manifestos and mantras, the ethical greed, the gonads of good, the 1%, tiny tims of the elite soldier, strangling mothers, burning fields, in boxes, out houses, sunsets in the Pacific, surf tunes, tin radios, drink the day, your spineless sons, testosterone rivers, blue danube, waltzing daughters pressed between glass, devoured and shat in the hallowed hallways of a 10 million dollar mansion in Aruba, moguls, baby tossers, beach vultures, Mars rovers, all of this and more can be yours if only you close your eyes and open your mouth and swallow the regurgitated tapeworms of articulated eagles tethered to bakelite recording devices that skate on tracks over coagulated seas of hot vomit. And I have understood, in this, but not of this, that I love you. A present beyond. Inversions of horror, warm universes spun from the echoes of a beautiful music jointly composed in all the happy suicide falls of the romantic emperors all the clairvoyant quilties, sewing flags for a space program worth inhabiting.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Breaking the reality spell...

It's funny the things you pick up over time. I haven't been listening to a lot of music lately. It just seems - extra? Distracting? Lack of headphones? Unreal? I can't quite articulate the relationship. Generally, the focus has been on the here and now, the big present, not fearing futures that haven't happened or lamenting pasts that can't be controlled. It's been good. I like this approach.

Last night, I put on some new music, crappy iPod headphones and all. It was the sort of yearning ecstatic music that strives to stretch your innards into silly putty. Echoes of soundtracks of a former lives. Aural dope.

The effect was shockingly immediate. The rich and fulfilling present I'd been inhabiting disappeared, and a micro-depression set in: All the things I don't have, all the regrets of days gone by and out of reach futures. These came rushing in, reverse osmosis style, tsunami on my being, the mood power of the music colonizing me and enforcing its demands like an emotional legal system. Manufactured melancholy borne of synthetic sonic yearning. I'm ok now, but golly. Altering stuff that music. So much power in the hands of so many dopeheads.

Monday, October 10, 2011

So now you know...

"Shoppers looking for the cheapest airfare online can learn something from stand-up comedians: It's all about timing. Ticket prices are highest on weekends, on average, according to online travel agencies, fare trackers and airline pricing executives. When's the best time to buy? Travel experts have long said Tuesday is when sales are most often in place, which is true. An analysis of domestic fares shows that Wednesday also has good—and occasionally better—ticket prices..."


Tuesday, October 04, 2011

The wisdom of the cranky creative...