Quotes ~ Αποφθέγματα ΙΙ

Are an acorn and the oak tree it grows into the same thing?

Είναι ένα βελανίδι και η βελανιδιά στην οποία θα μεγαλωσεί το ίδιο πράγμα;

Paul Ricoeur

Sigur Rós – Festival

Πώς; Πώς το κάνουν ρε γαμώτο; Πώς μπορούν οι Σίγüρ Ρώους (έτσι προφέρονται κανονικά, χεχέ) να έχουν τόσο εκστατικές, τόσο οργασμικές κορυφώσεις; Χμ… Αυτό ακούγεται λίγο πλεονασματικό. Δεν πειράζει! Καλύτερα!

Quotes ~ Αποφθέγματα

“…Music exists only when it is being performed; it does not pre-exist, as is sometimes thought, in the score, any more than a cake pre-exists in the recipe for making it.”

“…Η μουσική υπάρχει μόνο όταν εκτελείται (επιτελείται)· δεν προϋπάρχει, όπως μερικές φορές θεωρείται, μέσα στην παρτιτούρα, όπως και ένα κέικ δεν προϋπάρχει μέσα στην συντάγη του.”

Tim Ingold, The Perception of the Environment, 2000

Insurgentes And Our Relationship With Music

I just watched Insurgentes, a film directed by none other than Lasse Hoile on the making of Steven Wilson’s 2009 debut solo album of the same name and the state of the music industry today, or as Steven puts its, what it’s like to be a musician in the 21st century.

Lasse Hoile is known for directing the videos for Porcupine Tree (including others groups), as well as being behind the band’s artwork, photographs etc, at least since In Absentia I believe. Check out his site, good stuff. He — as well as Steven, for that matter — likes David Lynch, this much is evident I suppose and might even be a bit of an understatement.

I haven’t watched any Lynch films yet…

The film’s website: http://www.insurgentesfilm.com

Apart from the typical Lasse experimentation and playing with some of the album’s artwork material, only this time with video, what interested me more in Insurgentes was Steven’s narration of his past. He visited his old school almost 30 years later, let us in on his musical beginnings and foundations, re-visited some of his very first equipment his father had made for him.

What I found more striking was how Steven began listening to music. In the movie he shares with us that he used to be able to only buy one record every month and that only with his pocket money. Consequently, the decision which album to buy next was a very important one. Back then, Steven says, music was the number one way the younger generation could differentiate itself from the parents. So it was pretty important business indeed.

It all boils down to the comparison between contemporary download culture and what things were like 30 years ago. Back then, a new album was an event. Listeners of the album had all the time to study the cover and the artwork, feel the music and be influenced by it. They would take their time to examine the music and see through all its different levels. Listening to an album properly was a ritual all by itself. Surprisingly, although I don’t have any aural experience of my own to be able to confirm this, it is said that a well mixed vinyl recording playing on serious equipment blows away standard MP3 quality sound any day. Like Steven and another guy in the film put it, kids of today (including my generation and me, obviously) grew up and are growing up with music of shit sound quality which is considered by almost everyone as acceptable at the very least.

Steven Wilson on music today, taken from the Insurgentes film from Kscope on Vimeo.

It is mentioned in the movie that the internet has helped musicians by making it easier for them to come into direct contact with their fans, thus doing away with the industry as a medium. In return, music has lost its value: we all download complete discographies of bands, only to decide if we like them and if they’re worth keeping after listening to a few of their tracks once or twice at best. This has got to the point that people don’t think music is worth spending money for or paying any kind of deeper and more focused attention to. Today, the music itself seems to be of little importance: it’s down to who knows of the most bands –bonus points if they’re indie–, who has the broadest possible musical taste, who owns the most records or has been to the most concerts. Maximalistic: just like any other cultural aspect of today, including, if not especially, the entire spectrum of popular media.

Mr. Wilson forced me to think, just like he’s done before... How many times have I really sat down to enjoy some music, put some thought into it, focused on it, closed my eyes, opened my ears and put my mind on overdrive? I do have a problem with intense focusing and am easily distractable so that might be a problem there. In any case, I realised that I haven’t done so in a long, long time, if I have ever properly done it at all. There is a general habit of just using music as an ambient sound carpet, having it play in the background while people are doing whatever: washing the dishes, cooking, having sex, idling, studying, walking or travelling (in the film Wilson destroys iPods in a number of fun ways, showing his real feelings for them!)… Some people never turn off their music at all! I tried doing it too: I found myself gradually hearing less and less of the music, a far cry from actually listening to it. At some point, I stopped paying any attention to it all; it was just melodic noise. I experienced a kind of desensitization, not unlike one that follows a long relationship.

Using music as ambience is, of course, perfectly OK. Nothing wrong with it. It’s not like they didn’t do it back in the ’70s. But that is as much listening to as glancing at a movie with the company of especially talkative friends is watching it, or as skimming a book as quickly as you can, skipping sentences, is reading it. We usually just put on the music, later remember nothing of what we heard, whether we liked it or not. We may have a vague idea, alright. But it doesn’t matter, it’s not like we’re going to listen to it again, is it? It sure isn’t! Because we have another 124254560 bands people, friends, acquaintances have suggested we give a “spin”, double that for bands we’ve randomly stumbled upon, bands we’ve (I’ve ^^,) seen on progarchives.com, suggested bands or neighbours’ favourites on last.fm… We’re bound to find something in this sea of art, this ocean of melody. Of course it never ends. What ever does? So we download discographies and try bands out and hop from one group to the next… But never staying with any which one for too long, no, that would be wasting time, wouldn’t it, we just keep on swinging, just like the insatiable little music nymphomaniacs that we proudly think we are. And in the end, all we’re left with is a sterile knowledge of band names and logos, song names, albums, stats, dates, genres…

If you think about it, it’s that way with everything. Travel, games, books, food, experiences, knowledge, people… The maximalist approach: less is less, the more the better. We can’t escape it. It is our culture’s paradigm. It’s what we do now, how we look at things.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t look at things differently.

At least for a change.

EDIT 28/4/2016: New link for the above video:

World of Warcat

So cuuute!

It seems to me that cats have some kind of weakness to anything that has wings. The moment they see such a bird/insect/toy/thing, they just freeze on the spot and try to devise ways to catch it, no matter how big or small, near or far — in this case, if it’s real or not. To be fair though, cats are the ultimate Modernists: “if I can see it, it must exist!” They can’t seem to be able to wrap their little feline heads around the fact that if something is visible it doesn’t necessarily mean it exists. Not that we humans are much better, come to think of it.

“But qb! It does exist! It’s on the screen, can’t you see?!”

I just hate it when my own self raises stupid but untouchable arguments. Anyway, I wonder what any cat’s reaction would be with one of these:




Grace Slick – Manhole

Αίγινα, Καλοκαίρι 2009

Εγώ: Έχω κατεβάσει πολλή μουσική τελευταία, διάφορα συγκροτήματα που δεν έχω ακούσει ακόμα! (κάτι τέτοιο πρέπει να είχα πει, δεν θυμάμαι!)
Ηρώ: Αλήθεια, μπορείς να βρεις τα πάντα; Ψάχνω συγκεκριμένη μουσική πολύ καιρό και δεν μπορώ να την βρω πουθενά.
Εγώ: Για πες!
Ηρώ: Το ένα που ψάχνω για τον Ravi Shankar με την συνεργασία που έκανε με τον John McLaughlin/τους Shakti.
Εγώ: *σημείωνω σε χαρτί τα ονόματα* … δεν τους έχω ξανακούσει. Τι άλλο;
Ηρώ: Το Manhole της Grace Slick το ξέρεις;
Εγώ: Όχι… (ποια είναι η Grace Slick;! — ήξερα την φωνή της αλλά το όνομα δεν μου έλεγε κάτι)
Ηρώ: Άκουγα αυτό τον δίσκο όταν ήμουν φοιτήτρια στο Παρίσι. Ήταν από τους αγαπημένους μου. Έβαζα τα ακουστικά και χανόμουν…
Εγώ: *με ενδιαφέρον και θαυμασμό για αυτό το μικρο παραθυράκι στο παρελθόν* ΟΚ, θα τον ψάξω!!

Και τον βρήκα. Και, αν και δεν είναι από τους αγαπημένους μου δίσκους — τελεία! –, μου αρέσει πολύ. Η Grace Slick ήταν η τραγουδίστρια των Jefferson Airplane, τουλάχιστον έτσι ξεκίνησε την καριέρα της. Το Manhole ήταν ο πρώτος της solo δίσκος. Υποτίθεται ότι θα ήταν το soundtrack για μια ταινία η οποία θα λεγόταν Manhole. Μια ταινία που τελικά δεν δημιουργηθήκε ποτέ. Φανταστείτε να είχαμε το OST κάποιας τώρα διάσημης ταινίας, χωρίς την ίδια την ταινία. Εγώ πάντως θα έφτιαχνα μια ταινία βασισμένη σε αυτό το σάουντ-τρακ. Κανείς που ενδιαφέρεται;

Lyrics

Sometimes it’s easy to believe it, sound may be the warmest thing he’s found. He just starts
Playing, then he says to me, “Ready your body for love, there is no gravity here.
Look up, the roof is gone and the long hand moves right on by the hour. Look up – the roof is gone.

La musica de españa es para mi como la libertad.
Canta como si la libertad es suiyo
Convenir resuena para escapar.
Escuche viento norte escuche.
Como corneta nevada corneta
Cantar.
Alrededor vient oriente vient oriente enroyar disenroyar cuerdas que gritan
Cuerdas que cantan.

Spanish wind keeps telling me how it feels to sing free. It keeps blowing on me, it keeps showing me
Another way to listen. And if you hear the wind singing just like someone singing for your love,
The more it sings, the more you know, horns and strings and time will show – show you freedom
Como libertad – if he looks good when you see him, if it sounds good when you hear it – if he feels
Like a good man, when you touch him, when you come near him – I keep thinking about the way
You keep appearing in my ear.

Viento del sur suena como carne caliente en tambor – carne en carne pero viento oeste resuena
Como alas metalicas. Giralda vena demonstrando el camino lamentando se por la noche.
La rueda de yairro hierro en frente del sol.
Cuatro pedazos de metal con puntas.
Corta el aire corta el cielo la hentes compelados para delatar resonar resonar escapar.

And if you hear the singing silver wind – fly, sailing human bird – fly into me.
Look up – the roof is gone and the long hand moves right on by the hour. Look up
Listen – the north wind sounds like freezing horns sailing through the east wind – and the east wind
Has winding unwinding strings – south wind sounds like skin on drums, skin on skin but the west wind,
Ah the west wind echoes like metal wings – like a weathervein whining through the night
Iron wheel turns in front of the sun, four pronged metal cuts the sky. Man must fly!

Convenir resuena escapar – escapar.

If he wants to leave and follow the sound of the wind, he’s going to sing as it blows. Let him go.
He’ll make the long faces smile, he’ll turn the dead air into sound. He’ll come back on the circle

He’s not gone, he’s just going around.

Κάπου εδώ αρχίζει η έκσταση…

Don’t tie him down, he wants to run – Give him the sun.
Don’t tie him down, he wants to run – Give him the sun.
And if you see – you think that man is going to leave – you can follow him but he’s already gone.
Don’t tie her down, she wants to run – Give her the sun.
Don’t tie her down, she wants to run – Give her the sun.
And if you see – you think that woman is going to leave – you can follow her but she’s already gone.
Don’t tie me down, I want to run – Give me the sun.
Don’t tie me down, I want to run – Give me the sun.
And if you see – you think that I’m just about to leave, you can follow me – but I’m already gone.

Η Ηρώ είναι η μητέρα της Ινές και της Καρίνας, σύζηγος του Nejib και αδερφή της Βάσως, της γυναίκας του πατέρα μου. Τρία ζήτω! για τους Μπενεσαγιάδες!

Map of Metal

This looks like it could be the world map off Brütal Legend. This gives a heavy clue of what to expect right from the start. What we’ve got here is a very interesting example of cultural representation, this time on the history of heavy metal and all the different music genres it spawned, complete with music playlists you can just leave playing and go on doing your thing. It’s an excellent, excellent job. Very cool.

Map of Metal

Also, allow me to do the map dance. I do it whenever I see unique, strange, accurate or just plain well-made maps! What might the map dance look like, you ask?

*does map headbanging*

Best of G.I. Joe PSAs

This one brings back sooo many memories from high-school and my friends! We used to download these videos from Ebaum’s world with my 64K ISDN, almost die laughing, take videos of the videos with our mobile phones and then re-enact them in class. Ah, good times! And this video is a compilation of them all!

Enjoy. And always remember: you might wake up the next day and be on fire.