Well, back from 80/35. Great weekend with good people. During various points, I jotted my thoughts down of my phone's Notepad feature. So I'll probably put those up here, albeit post-editing.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
"...So I had to move my gold-plated Jacuzzi DOWNSTAIRS!..."
Something came to me a little while ago, and since I am ungood at blogging thus far, I decided today that I was finally going to get it up on teh interwebz.
So the music recording industry and the motion picture industry are hemorrhaging money, in no small part through the proliferation of p2p online sharing and its ilk. Well... maybe it's time. I would rather see artists and actors polishing their craft and pushing the boundaries of their respective arts... rather than making "Transformers" or re-releasing "B-Day" with bonus tracks to try and shake a few more dollars out of an already cash-strapped world economy. When rappers continue to flood their minds with expensive drugs and their chains with VVS diamonds rather than push the craft a little bit farther, explore new subject matter, or simply quit rapping about "blunts, 40s and bitches", it's unheard of. When years ago the recording industry began rewarding shittily slapped-together schtick instead of artistic integrity, the fall began. Today, as the RIAA tries to patch potholes with chewing gum, they're reaping the benefits of the years of Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice, Sugarhill Gang, the Monkees and the like. Well fuck it... let 'em fall.
Yes. I feel this way about the film industry too. Do you realize Chris Tucker makes $20 million dollars a picture? This isn't a working, healthy capitalism, it's a sham.
So the music recording industry and the motion picture industry are hemorrhaging money, in no small part through the proliferation of p2p online sharing and its ilk. Well... maybe it's time. I would rather see artists and actors polishing their craft and pushing the boundaries of their respective arts... rather than making "Transformers" or re-releasing "B-Day" with bonus tracks to try and shake a few more dollars out of an already cash-strapped world economy. When rappers continue to flood their minds with expensive drugs and their chains with VVS diamonds rather than push the craft a little bit farther, explore new subject matter, or simply quit rapping about "blunts, 40s and bitches", it's unheard of. When years ago the recording industry began rewarding shittily slapped-together schtick instead of artistic integrity, the fall began. Today, as the RIAA tries to patch potholes with chewing gum, they're reaping the benefits of the years of Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice, Sugarhill Gang, the Monkees and the like. Well fuck it... let 'em fall.
Yes. I feel this way about the film industry too. Do you realize Chris Tucker makes $20 million dollars a picture? This isn't a working, healthy capitalism, it's a sham.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Inagural Ruminations.
It occurred to me as I was driving back from the airport today, that I want rap artists to use black metal (Viking metal, specifically) subject matter. It seems like a great idea to me, imagine Jay-Z taking his 2001-era shots at Nas, threatening to "mount his head on bloody spears outside his palace gate". $. The possibilities are endless, imagine what truly clever emcees like the GZA or MF DOOM could do with such a template, given that one already raps as a genius ninja assassin, and the other as a comic book-styled supervillain (among other aliases).
Listened to Daniel Johnston for the first time today (save for the time I watched his documentary; The Devil and Daniel Johnston, which is brilliant), and although I can see what people see in his music, I also identify with the people who immediately turn to something new. When Johnston is on, he is on. Few singer-songwriters can laconically communicate pain and suffering to the degree that he can, and even fewer can make you identify with a fellow with bipolar disorder. It's interesting stuff to be sure. I've only listened to the collection The Late Great Daniel Johnston: Discovered Covered, but I'm sure I'll eventually get into more of his stuff. If it's good enough for Tom Waits and Jeff Tweedy, it's probably way over my head.
Every time my stack of books I set aside for summer reading beckons to me, the comic books underneath shout. I will finish them, I will! Ah damn. Started Brave New World last night, thanks to whoever left it in my French 472 room. If you're reading this and you want it back, let me know.
Listened to Daniel Johnston for the first time today (save for the time I watched his documentary; The Devil and Daniel Johnston, which is brilliant), and although I can see what people see in his music, I also identify with the people who immediately turn to something new. When Johnston is on, he is on. Few singer-songwriters can laconically communicate pain and suffering to the degree that he can, and even fewer can make you identify with a fellow with bipolar disorder. It's interesting stuff to be sure. I've only listened to the collection The Late Great Daniel Johnston: Discovered Covered, but I'm sure I'll eventually get into more of his stuff. If it's good enough for Tom Waits and Jeff Tweedy, it's probably way over my head.
Every time my stack of books I set aside for summer reading beckons to me, the comic books underneath shout. I will finish them, I will! Ah damn. Started Brave New World last night, thanks to whoever left it in my French 472 room. If you're reading this and you want it back, let me know.
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