Gloworms in New Zealand.
The new social hive mind seems immune to weirdness, to fun music, to challenging or uncomfortable thought. Not every individual or anything. Just the rhetoric that makes it into most media…. and also, most people I think.
The new Daft Punk album is like a modern symphony…. heart, sculpted melodies, deep grooves… it transcends genre. In a brilliant artistic move, the most famous electronic group ever recorded bands and wrote incredible…. rock songs, really. They said, “fuck you guys, it was the songwriting all along.” But they also used the best quality raw meat and the recording is just insane. According to reviews I’ve been reading it still wasn’t enough to break through the wall of hardened socialist hipsterness that is the internet. Just try to enjoy it. Trust the artist.
This concept of trusting the artist…. we’ve lost it. We’ve put the artist naked in a dunk tank. So much new music I hear…. it says, “look at how awesome I am. I’m perfect and loud and flawless and hard.” It’s scared of the mob, and with good reason. They’ll call you bad things if you make them think. It also overwhelmingly has this obvious nod to present culture, too, which stinks of fads. It says, “Hey, here it is, don’t want to waste a second of your time, here’s familiar chords, EMOTION, ear candy, SEX, semi-controversial lyric there ya go, ok songs over.”
Most of the best music I’ve ever heard is flawed, honest and makes you want to stick up for it. I believe in gathering around a new album and abandoning your bias and seeing what another human brain feels like. I believe in going to the witch doctor’s hut staying for an hour.
By the way, fuck blogs. I keep trying to maintain this thing and I have a lot to talk about, but trying to make a “real” post every day is just totally not going to happen, ever. So I’m just going to post a few things, or a song, or just stream of consciousness like I did just now.