Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts

July 31, 2008

Myspace, How I Loathe Thee. Oh, Let Me Count The Ways.

Let's start with an example:

“Met You On MySpace” a song by pre-teen punk trio, Care Bears On Fire, is a cute, but cautionary tale about online intimacy, friendship, and being duped by a sleazy unicorn.

"You said you were 12/And lived in my nabe/But you're really 300/and you live in a cave."

Q: Aw. Sounds cute right?

A: Not in the slightest.

It is profoundly disturbing that a group of 13-year-olds are addressing, in post-rock songs(!), the realities of the empty connections that are often found on social networking websites like Myspace.com. As I've listened to the song, I realize just how the website (which I'm sure Tom started with earnest intentions), has become a place full of empty connections.

Currently, I am considering deleting my profile. I've had it for over four years. I used to love having it. It kept me up on the latest trends, turned me on to new music, and most importantly, kept me in close communication with my friends, but now I hate it. The main reason I've kept it for this long (and probably continue for awhile) is for networking purposes.

As I was looking through my Friend List this afternoon, I counted a total 9 friends I talk to on a regular basis. While it sounds like I have a healthly circle of close friends, it's pretty pathetic compared to the other 147 I don't talk to.

It also got me thinking of something I read in high school (which I will paraphrase for the context of this blog): How many hours a day do we spend in front of a television screen, or a computer screen? What are we being screened from? How much of our lives come through a screen, vicariously? Is watching things as exciting as doing things? The minutes and hours that to life? (excerpted from Revolution on Canvas)

Now, I'm starting wonder if keeping my Myspace is worth it. Instead of making me feel closer to the people I know, I feel further away than ever. I am separated by a dense wall of technology.

May 11, 2008

The Importance of Music Writing

I would like to start by saying, no one critic is right. My personal philosophy is that everyone is a critic. Of course, every critic has their preferences.

Mine is predictability. If I feel like the music isn't challenging, or at least melodically interesting, I generally (and I use that term loosely) don't like it.

I believe that professional critics and writers often serve as "taste makers", if you will. Critics are generally people who put in the time and effort to study music and writing for years, so therefore they have a bit of more expertise in formulating an opinion.

Writers and musicians should be held to a standard. Writers are there to report and write truthfully, and musicians are there to produce quality music. One simply can not work without the other. However, I hate that music writers are often written off (no pun intended), as hacks who only want to write their personal opinions. The objective of good music writing has nothing to do with that.

When I got into music writing I became bombarded with a complex question: If I become a music writer, what I am really contributing to society? I am basically some music geek who wants to write about bands that I like. That does not save lives and that does not change anything in the world I kept thinking. That also led me to the question why have music criticism at all?

Rock journalist Chuck Klosterman wrote in his memoir Killing Yourself to Live, “Whenever people argue the importance of ‘[music] criticism’ –they are not arguing about [it]. They are arguing about the definition of the word important.” Some do not find reviews helpful –and logically so-- they have ears; they can hear and decide an opinion for themselves. If an album gets bad reviews does that mean the album will sell less? No, it will sell sometimes even more so than if it got bad reviews.

However, upon closer inspection I become conscious just how much music writing has to offer philosophically and culturally. I understood that with writing I could capture the essence of music for readers and reveal a meaning beyond its surface value. Writer Glenn McDonald echoed this sentiment in an interview with Claus.com, "I think the worthwhile thing you can [do]... is [to] write about how music moves you, about the ways you find to connect with it, and how you contrive to allow it to affect your understanding of the world or yourself.”

Chicago-based rock journalist and author, Jim DeRogatis once said, “Writing about music is writing about music, and it’s goddamn hard to...it’s easier to write about the history of the song or the background or the gossip…than it is to write about the music.” You must have an opinion when you are writing reviews and criticism. You must also empirically prove the reasoning for your opinion.

New York Times music critic, Jon Pareles said in an interview with RockCritics.com, "My job is… [to] tell the truth about it, offer a judgment, and give a sense what what’s behind that judgment. I feel it is your responsibly as a writer is to surpass the first, second, and third adjectives, and enlighten the reader." Music writers are a there to be a trusted opinion, the letting the chips fall where they may, and this responsibility at times comes at a hefty toll. Critics and journalists must write what they believe to be the correct evaluation of the music.

Standing up to public opinion is another thing I believe that music writers must do relentlessly. Some writers have been blackballed for standing true to their music beliefs. In 1993, Jim DeRogatis wrote a piece in which he cited a Smashing Pumpkins song as having ‘sophomoric’ lyrics and this angered lead singer, Billy Corgan. On a live radiocast concert, Corgan referred to DeRogatis as “that fat fuck from the Chicago Sun-Times.” Undeterred by Corgan’s resentment, DeRogatis reviewed the band by listening to their performance outside the concert venue. “I phoned in a report for the newspaper on deadline, and the notion that he could not control everything really got [Corgan] mad,” he wrote in his book Milk It!.

As I ventured into music writing, it became important to me to discover what makes a good music writer. I realized I needed to define my philosophy on music journalism, and define why it is aesthetically important. A music journalist must be able to discuss, interpret, and analyze aspects of music. This undeniably, contains a certain method of thinking. From reading and studying writers like Chuck Klosterman, Cameron Crowe, and Lester Bangs I have learned a psychological process about writing music.

In an e-mail interview, rock critic Ralph Berrier wrote: “Music fans, real music fans, still want to hear from trusted writers and opinion-makers. As the world gets noisier and noisier with all the opinions and buzz and hype out there, the very best music writers will always stand out from white noise.”

It is my hope as a writer to achieve this.

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March 18, 2008

Feed Your Soul


Holy. Effin. Shit.



Being female I not only have to make up for dumb-asses like her, but I have to deal with racial discriminations that are thrust upon me daily. However, I am not nearly as disturbed by the daughter, as I am disturbed by her parents. They are literally destroying and brainwashing this child. I have always held a deep respect for reading, learning, and writing. There's a lot of fucked up shit (like this video) in this world that makes me want to throw my hands up in disgust, and I want to totally give up on humanity. I truly hope that somewhere along the road that people like her get a serious wake-up call, and get hip to what my boy Billy Shakespeare is talking about.

Being the literary geek that I am, I see a strong connection with the aforementioned "dumb-ass" and a Shakespearean Sonnet. In sonnet 146, William Shakespeare addresses his soul concerning issues of mortality, of existence, and of the afterlife.

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then
.

Through juxtaposing the physical and spiritual realms as well as the transition between the two, he questions why his soul must endure “dearth," or lack of otherworldly substance, to attain earthly possessions. In the third quatrain, he explains that devotion to the soul and to the afterlife is more important than ephemeral things. He believes that human life, and the material possessions that come with it, are temporary because the soul transcends these things via death. Elsewhere in the sonnet, Shakespeare questions his soul's pre-disposal with outward beauty asking “why dost thy pine within and suffer when it could “buy terms divine in selling hours of dross." This tone of morality is emphasized when Shakespeare expresses the desire to maintain a morally upright soul that is ready to face the afterlife versus one focuses on things of a more transient nature. It is with this message that he encourages readers to looks past earthly embellishments, and nourish that which will last forever.

That being said, her parents should be sterilized.