Archive | February, 2012

How I Live (or try to) & a word from my own wisdom

22 Feb

However you live, whatever you choose, it is your path, embrace it and yourself.  Commit to things with grace, be kind, and don’t be afraid to lose everything because they are just things; once lost, others will be waiting – there is plenty on this earth, but there is only one you to be.

No one owes you and all that you love doesn’t owe you back.  If you can put it all into the fire and walk away, you will find yourself in the ashes; that is the greatest gift you will ever give to yourself, which will yield more return then you can imagine.

Writing and The Reader

22 Feb

“Sometimes writing is to expose pain, to rip the scales from the eyes of the reader, from the eyes of the poor writer. Sometimes writing is to take you (the reader, the writer, the bystander) to a terrible edge, forcing you to transform, to live differently, to die differently — it is compassionate, yes, but it isn’t healing. It doesn’t alleviate anything. It seduces, it exposes, it explodes, it kills. You hurt yourself on it, the way you show your pale body to a dangerous lover, the way you take a sickening look down the sheer side of a building or cliff, the way those things feel intense, destructive, creative, brutal, hopeful,”

Love for Mad Men (but really it’s all about DD)

22 Feb

In response to a friend who sent me another writer’s thoughts on Madmen….

I write, therefore I have a sense of what is a compelling, engaging and entertaining story, and am qualified to judge story in all of it’s narrative forms: movie, television and book. As a writer, I understand the challenges of putting forth (or telling) a quality story in any form in a way that resonates with the general public since the public seems to only respond to the cheap dramatics of a fake reality that is marketed as the real.

Madmen is one of the rare knights that is able to successfully break through enemy lines, or to be more specific, the constant and seductive noise of all the crap that’s out there. It does this by placing faith in the viewer, believing that they can understand and relate to complex characters who are both ‘good and bad’, and in doing so, speaks to who all people really are.

Yes, it’s also a fascinating portrayal(and beautifully designed) snapshot of a ransformative time in our history, but what keeps viewers tuning in week after week is the way the characters pluck all of our innermost chords, so that they vibrate with our aliveness. In Madmen, we hear the loving, bright, horrific, ambitious, selfish, successful, lying, sexual, kind and intelligent song of ourselves, which is really the only one we ever want to really listen to in any narrative.

For we fascinate ourselves more than anyone every could, and Madmen takes us deeper into who we are, and then still further back into the decisions that led our nation to where it’s at today, for the better and the worse.

T.S. Eliot – Four Quartets

22 Feb

“The dove descending breaks the air/With flame of incandescent terror/Of which the tongues declare/The only discharge from sin and error/The only hope, or the despair/Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre–/To be redeemed from fire by fire./Who then devised this torment?/Love/Love is the unfamiliar Name/Behind the hands that wave/The intolerable shirt of flame/Which human power cannot remove./We only live, only suspire/Consumed by either fire or fire.”

My House is Red & You’re In It

22 Feb

excerpt from a message I wrote in response to Jimi Hendrix’s Redhouse

I’m listening to Red House as I write this, and I listened to it last night before I went to bed. Last night I felt that the lyrics were superfluous; that the guitar spoke for Jimi, and it made me connect it back to you – how you say you express your emotions through music.

At times, when listening to this song, I felt that the band and Jimi disconnected; that they were working to keep up with his language, and he was leading the way; that they were doing all that they could to hold on and support his expression – toward the end, through Jimi taking a moment to quiet down, and potentially reconnect they all found each other.

It made me think about how disconnection is sometimes the point in true expression; to separate, to be fearless when you’re going down a creative path that you will not let your own aloneness or loss stop the exploration; that life is about getting lost, and it is in the diversions that you can find your way back with the certainty that you’ve always remained true.

It is so hard to be expressive and creative; it is so hard to remain true to your own personal path because all truth contains pain, and that true pain unmakes your own identity; that it takes you outside of language and thought.

These moment can be so frightening, so without light; that the rational part of how you view your own self can get so small, and yet loud, shouting, “no,” over and over again.

I think in nos we can find yeses, I think that people should not be so afraid of their own ugliness, and I am so grateful that music can at least bring people into these places even if it’s through their own subconsciousness intuitions and not through their authentic self expression.

That’s why I think we need more dancing and singing in life, I think that people could work on being wrong some of the time, or breaking the rules in a way that seems right for them.

A friend of mine is really into techno music right now, and a lot of people are like DeadMau5, Skrillx, Swedish House Mafia, etc.. My friend is an upper middle white class American male whose married in the suburbs, and I think he loves techno because he can lose himself in the music, and allow himself to not be himself, to thrash around wearing a ridiculous shirt and waving glow sticks – releasing that inner wild thing.

Anyway, the point of mentioning this is that I think that the Blues & Techno tap into that same pure emotional core that sits at the bottom of people, and both through percussion in different ways, providing the opportunity to express the inexpressible in the physical.

I think (at least in the US) techno has recently become so popular because there is all this bottled rage toward every single institution that has shaped the identity of our nation, and therefore, a part of who we are is so enraged at ourselves because we’re all responsible for its creation, and yet simultaneously do not want to deal with it – it is so overwhelming.

Techno not only provides escapism with the lights, confetti and excuse to do drugs, but also an outlet to put all that we cannot articulate, face and have no where to actually place….