Sunday, January 27, 2013
Life of Pi - a new Job story which could be older than the Old Testament!
The film is perfectly executed, but why could it be nobody's favourite film?
The scope is just too large. The story could be set in any time. It's so big we find it quaint.
The images are universal and timeless, but so are the connotations!
Local and more contemporary images connoting universal and never-changing themes is the essence of mythology.
The ancient Greeks used ancient Greece, just as the medieval mind thought in terms of the Middle Ages. Where Dante used the inferno, James Joyce used the modern city.
In a film that speaks with modern images, such as Grave of the Fireflies, there's no ancient god of wrath, but a World War.
Takahata's Grave of the Fireflies is also about unjust suffering. The aesthetic complex is powerful - it shows as at once the constant and the changing.
So where does this leave the old religions? Their content is good, but their languages are dead.
The new religion, the worship of Experience through Art, is our deliverance from antiquity. We should speak and be spoken to in our own language.
This is the word of LVD.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
In all dark ages Dionysus has to live alone, without Apollo and his white suit.
And, bitter and lonely Dionysus rants:
I can't take much more of this festering era of philistines.
Lousy with businessmen and their love of money,
selling junk and nonsense to their puss-filled consumers,
and all the fine things rotten.
And all the scum-for-brains mediocrities, fancying themselves critics and judges from the comfort of the sweaty arse-grooves in their lounges.
Domesticated pigs! You flatulent invalids!
I would rather eat glass than spend another year with you know-nothing, swill-scoffing swine!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
What is wrong with 21st Century Music?
Lack of novelty. Is anything new being achieved in music? Bands are shadows of older bands; genres are loveless cross-overs; voices are the parrot pronouncements of passed singers. Modern musicians seem happy with what was good enough for their fathers, which is the definition of death!
Too much novelty. Why does the industry reward quirky characters, unlikely looking pop-stars, and the visually novel? Isn't music an aural medium?
Too professional. How sanitised are modern musicians? Dressed, coached, choreographed, cleaned. Throw them in the trash!
Too unprofessional. In the past creators knew what their public needed to be elated by music. They knew how to speak, and were understood in new languages of tones and tempos. Do modern musicians know anything?
Absence of Hate. What happened to our critical faculties? Why is everything okay? People who say Nirvana and Pearl Jam in the same breath don't deserve oxygen.
Absence of Love. Great music makes you remember a forgotten ecstasy. Modern music is auto-eroticism.
Failure to communicate. Bad habits galore! Lyrics are inaudible at live shows (which was acceptable back when guitar-music was the principle dance music, or something greater, but nobody's dancing any more.) Live music fails to communicate with the audience in a way that no other art does.
Too much communication. You songwriters with your embarrassing earnestness, your artless frankness: save it for your diaries!
The 21st Century Musician's Motto: Good enough.
The 21st Century Motto That We Need: Enough!
Unpleasant. We miss dearly the late 18th century classicists, who insisted on sonority, as much as we miss the late 70's punks, with their brilliant primitiveness.
Too pleasant. In the future, all music will be so universal that nobody will like it.
This is the word of LVD.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
On Sunday I enjoyed a Francis Bacon exhibition, unlike many of the people attending. Why does the gallery offer those dreadful audio tours? I wouldn't enjoy myself either if I had to learn!
Bacon is surely one of the greatest portrait painters. His portraits reveal more than the subject. He is like Leonardo, whose portraits show us renaissance thought and renaissance obsessions; and like Renoir, whose subjects come to us shrouded in the whole Impressionist philosophy.
Though Bacon is bigger. He took a step back, so we see neither the artist nor the 20th century. We see only Life. All is living and moving and rotting on the canvas.
So why do so many people choose to use the horrible audio tour?
What mystery do they think eludes them? What information do they think could enhance their experience? They treat the paintings as dusty works of history rather than vibrant works of art. They ruin the experience for themselves by trying to gather facts.
The art says all that needs to be said. The Life-Death monstrosity is there in the portraits. Death is not the opposite of Life - Learning is.
Abolish audio tours!
Jung said that religion stops an individual from having a religious experience. Could it be that a gallery stops people from seeing Art, even though it lets them see the paintings?
Art will always exist, as long as people say No to being educated.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
I recently received this email from an old school friend.
how you doing? Just wondering if you'd be interested in recording some
lead guitar and piano for an album my band is doing at the moment?
The style is sort of Pearl Jam 90's music etc etc...
Probably be at a local studio
Let me know- thanks mate!
The modern era does not need a nineties Pearl Jam sound - neither did the nineties!
At first I thought I would say yes, just because I enjoy playing guitar, and I enjoy recording.
Then I considered that this album would actually be put out into the world. Playing nineties Pearl Jam music is not just a hobby for these guys. They are trying to make it. Yet, it is just a hobby.
They are making something that nobody needs, something embarrassingly irrelevant, and their dream is to be lauded for doing so, and to have their hobby funded.
We surely do have now a Democracy of Culture, in which everyone has voice. Plebeian Polyphony.
Mistakenly, people think the punk credo was "Do it yourself." It wasn't, it was "We did it for ourselves." It was difficult for them, and the pressure produced diamonds. These days all we have is coal.
This is the word of LVD.