Just a few things clogging up the brain:
- I watched a concert video of Goat, one my favorite psychedelic bands from Sweden (“one of my favorite bands” is also accurate). They perform in odd costumes and masks, obscuring most/all the faces of the band members. That’s fine, I suppose, but seems a bit silly to me. The band claims that it is to make the connection between audience and band take place solely through the music. OK, but there is a visual/relational component, too. For that, we get four instrumentalists in masks hanging out rather stoically (for the music) in the background and the two female singers swirling a little too-theatrically up front. The music is great, so I’ll forgive other artistic pretense, but I’m still calling it ‘pretense’.
- I’ve been listening to Mr. Hubner’s latest release, Odd Geometry, collaborating with his friend Shane Darin Page as Cambodia Highball. It’s really interesting listening which I will discuss later on. For now, one of the title tracks, “Odd Geometry I” (through repeat listening, I haven’t made it beyond that) is honest-to-goodness space jazz. Alternately, this is what spacey arty electronic music would sound like, performed solely by more traditional analogue rock instruments. Intriguing, eh? I was, am, and will be.
- Today, I spent five minutes trying to get into my office using … umm … the wrong key. You see, I have two offices, one of my own, and the other, six miles away, that I share. I’ve known this, but now I’ve proven it: each office has a different key; that’s why I have two keys. Science moves on, one experiment at a time.
- If I rewound my life to about 10 years ago, you’d find me thinking, “Hey, there’s a few categories of music, I really want to appreciate, but don’t know how.” Maybe I even said it. I just don’t know. I’d ask Mr. Michael J. Fox to go verify it, but he has much more important business (fund raisers, life, etc.). Among those categories: bluegrass, electronic, and jazz. Well, in glancing at a couple of years of music, I can sort of check off one out of three. Somehow, I’ve found a small, but legitimate array of electronic musical artists to enjoy (or not). In rewind, I had KLF, that’s it. Now, I’ve supplemented with (alphabetically) Bassnectar, Caribou, Factory Floor, Forest Swords, Grimes, Keep Shelly in Athens, Niyaz, and several more. Yeah, it’s not the most detailed or deep collection, but it’s real. I’ve discovered, too, that, like any category, there’s spectacular music I love and hate, as well as boring music I love and hate. It’s the same kind of messy family as punk! That’s kind of comforting.
- As I write this, a day or more before you read it, I’ve begun writing my crappy novel, not with any designs on a new career, but just to try it out and if, by accident, several agents/publishers take time out of their schedules to reject my work, all the better. Meanwhile, it scares me a little. Not in a way requiring therapy, but as I encounter a new kind of challenge. I ‘knew’, in advance, that I could do it and that, in some ways, this month long novel-writing challenge would go well. I’ll write the words. Of that, I’m sure. What surprises me is that I want even more to write blog posts on this blog (my first/only love) and over there on the marmot-themed one. I write more/better blog posts (I think) than ever before. As I struggle through the first few days of the write-a-fucking-novel-in-30-days thing, I crave easier writing, writing that I know how to do, writing like this. I reward myself by writing posts. Odd, isn’t it. Torture yourself to write and reward yourself with writing. It works, though, for now.
I can’t tell if my brain is unclogged yet, but I certainly feel better! Thank you for coming by. Don’t forget to tip your servers, if you can find them …