Rants

I’ve Moved On To Better Things

I’m sorry but I’ve moved on to screenwriting as I’m over all the bullshit associated with music (not saying there’s no bullshit in film, but, I have a firmer grasp of writing and storytelling than I do in getting a performance going and signing artists and in general being a sucker chump). I much prefer to be where I am and it’s where I should have always been.

I have, unfortunately, taken the book that was up here down. I am sorry for the inconvenience and for not publishing the end. I will be working on getting a complete version published in the coming months and then and only then will I release it to you – my lovable readers – for a hefty discount.

Thank you for reading everything. I may begin a new blog at some point in the future or I may return to this – I will do whatever needs be done and let you know accordingly by updating this with that -possibly final- tidbit of information.

I cannot stress how much I love to write which is what led me to music creation in the first place, though with music it was far more therapeutic for my psych at the time and helped me in many, many ways to become a better person. It also helped with understanding mood, it will help in the future as I move from screenwriting into directing. Most of the directors I’ve dealt with when I was making music for them was that they didn’t know how to talk to musicians and we hit walls of a Berlin level. Hopefully… whatever, why am I telling you all this? I’m an open book, that’s why and my weaknesses are there for your mockery.

Moving on – laugh, cry – shit on a baby. I’m currently working on two screenplays, one of which is so fucking good I cannot mention much as well, shit I love it. It’s culturally profound and has been written out of history. THROW MONEY AT ME NOW. Do it. The other is the story of my time in Melbourne, compressed into a touching story of stupidity and drugs, love lost and more stupidity. Did I mention stupidity? Plenty of that. THROW MONEY AT ME NOW. Both these are about halfway to completion, the latter much closer (duh, I know the story like the back of my hand and it’s been 10 years so it’s like watching a film, for me).

How much money will I need? Well, the big one, the epic Australian drama will require A LOT OF FUCKING MONEY. That is partly the reason I am making the other one, a shorter comedy film which will maybe need $10-20k at most. I am saving that money myself so if you wanna give me money and speed it along, do so… please. So, where were we? Oh yeah, begging for scraps. The epic will need so much fucking money I don’t want to think about it right now. God damn’d costumes and sets will be a chore but maybe we can put it together using old hemp and make it for $50. It will suck. You know it. Hell, I don’t even want your money, I’m just trying to be funny. That shit is a couple of years away from production so I’ll start begging for money when it’s closer to pre-production. HOWEVER – if you are a curious mother fucker and you want to know more (in a year) then set a reminder on your calender and email me @ sweatshoprecordz@gmail.com and I will begin the process of swindling you of your hard earned cash and in return will pop out the best damn Australian movie you’ll ever fucking see. I promise. Ok, maybe not better than Wake in Fright but waaaay better than ‘Australia’. Is that even worth mentioning? I mean, I know it’s low, so let’s talk about … nah, I’m done with it.

Thanks for reading. We’ll see each other again. Even if it’s me appearing in your sexy fantasy dreams. It will be done.

Boris.

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Truth, Lies, Optimism, Negativity & Authentic World Peace

I will never lie to you, but I will lie to myself. I will convince myself I am good and strong enough to stand in front of a crowd with rocks in their hands, ready to fling them as hard as they can as my knees shake and my voice breaks. I will explode with anger and blood vessels will burst – sense will be made and sense will be shattered. My heart will ache and my heart will love, but I will never lie to you. Ever.

Truth is valuable and it helps us grow. We should share the truth as much as we can. What is the truth? What the fuck is the truth? Well, I don’t fucking know… something true? Something we know or feel to be not a lie. We can argue on this all day, but what happens when someone tells you one thing and another person tells you something else and you sit there with a look on your face wondering what the fuck is going on? It will happen to you; it’s happened to me. It happens all the damn time and rarely anything ever comes from it except a confusing feeling that something isn’t right. Well, that’s because something is terribly wrong and I don’t know what it is, all I know is lies are everywhere and lies are bad. Is that being negative? Well, fuck your optimism if it’s blind and ignorant because I’d rather be negative than be a sucker chump, even though it’s inevitable because we’re all sucker chumps – well, most of us.

Negativity is bad, nobody likes negativity it means something is bad and nothing can possibly be bad – we must surround ourselves with people who lick our assholes clean and tell us we are beautiful so we feel good about ourselves all the time because any form of criticism or negativity will shatter the illusion and that is .. bad… I mean good…

Whatever. Look, it’s Authentic World Peace !
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Hipsterdom & the Power of Cool

Norman Mailer once characterized hipsters as “American existentialists, living a life surrounded by death—annihilated by atomic war or strangled by social conformity—and electing instead to “divorce themselves from society, to exist without roots, to set out on that uncharted journey into the rebellious imperatives of the self”.

It seems to be the opposite of that these days – relying on the power of an established ‘cool’ and the integration into an alternative mainstream culture / society that is less alternative and more mainstream. Thinking outside of that brings rejection & alienation. Being derivative has never been cooler. What the fuck?

We’re all working against each other. This needs to fucking stop. Only you have that power to make the change. It’s not going to be someone else – we can’t rely on other people but we can rely on ourselves (to an extent). Just catch yourself when you fall – pay attention to how your thought pattern works. Self determination and growth is your responsibility. The world can only change when you change it.

Maybe this is all bullshit and I’m dead fucking wrong. We can go on with this nihilistic will to power and create political environments everywhere we go. Sure. Why not? It sounds fun, in theory, to be the dominant one – the guy or girl who knows everything and commands respect from their peers. Why not? We all want to be accepted and elevated; seen as cool and respected by our peers. Who doesn’t? I mean, most of the time I do but I know when I’m being provocative when everyone suddenly turns against me it makes me want to be different. Does that make me wrong? Fuck no. Most of the time it strengthens what I’m talking about – the point is proven. I’m not going to say I’m always right. Sometimes I’m absolutely just being a jerk, but a jerk who has ideas that cause a reaction in people that is against the bullshit tradition they’ve been clinging onto isn’t always a bad thing.

Am I a hipster? Not in the modern sense, fuck no, but in the decimation and breakdown of Australian culture, you bet your sweet ass I am. I fucking loathe a lot of the mentality that exists here. I feel like a fucking alien half the time, most of the time even. It’s a pain in the ass but something I’ve learned to live with. Something you should learn to live with, too, if you want to make this country stronger. Stop being a wimp and stand against the junk. It’s not like it’s going to follow you everywhere you go if you say something that makes you vulnerable for a moment. Vulnerability is a good thing. Stop playing up to the social policing – stop being a social police. This attitude I speak of is mostly remnants of our convict heritage. The prison mentality is strong here. Very strong. It makes me sick to think about and when I see people engage in it I will call you out on it. That’s your problem, not mine. Fuck you for being a dipshit in the first place. I see people lose themselves in it all the fucking time. Friends – friends of friends – the mob is wicked and you will fall into that so fast you won’t even notice. So… wake the fuck up !

Rant over.

Boris Grey