Now, I normally don’t like this kind of music. But when I hear heart in music, I can’t help but enjoy it on some level. I ended up listening to pretty much this entire album and had a good time. That’s gotta say something, right? Well, fuck you if you think otherwise, cause that’s just the way it is.
It’s rock. It’s fairly straight rock, but by no means classic rock. I would consider signing them if they were in Australia, cause I know they could draw a crowd and tap into that shit that sits on the fine line of normality, even if they’re not quite there themselves. Seriously, though, fuck what I think, you make your own damn mind up. That’s what it’s all about, right?
I’ve dug myself in. I’m spending more on music than I’m making from it. I’m making deals with people I can’t guarantee success and I want so much to see them succeed. I want more for this country and it’s art world than I feel I can give at this present moment. I feel like I’m burying myself in quicksand and you know what the funny thing is? I feel confident about it. That might not sound so weird, but to someone who has seen the things I’ve seen and experienced what I have experienced it’s fucking alien madness. Straight up whack shit.
I feel this strange combination of fear and confidence that’s quite bizarre. A comforting fear. It’s warming yet apparent. What the hell is happening? Have I gone mad? Have I touched on something important? I feel I have and that’s where the fear sets in. Not fear of failure but fear of a giant backlash and a weirdness billowing down on me, like a cannonball aimed at my head for all the right reasons.
This is an EP I’ve been working on. It’s not mastered but I don’t care, and you won’t either – the sound quality is fine because it’s electronic. Can you play it in a club? DON’T. It’s for relaxing. It’s for a Saturday or Sunday morning or whatever morning you decided to wake up and chill out and soak in sound.
It has a premise. Nikolai Kardashev first proposed the Kardashev Scale in 1964 to measure a civilization’s level of technological advancement, based on the amount of energy a civilization is able to utilize. The scale has three designated categories called Type I, II, and III. A Type I civilization uses all available resources impinging on its home planet, Type II harnesses all the energy of its star, and Type III of its galaxy. We remain a Civilization Type 0.
Don’t take this as a negative, as we are still a young and strange species. Maybe we will stay that way forever but look at the whacky progress we have made. We are not a -I nor a -II… we are moving forward and have come a long way…
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…
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 changeit.
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 !
This label / blog was made primarily for the artist known as ‘Other Peoples Music’ but also for other Australian and off-shore music, arts & things of interest to keep you up to date with that which is not popular but worthy of your attention.
Gonna be weird, always gonna be good.
Boris used to run the ‘Guitar Zero’ blog once upon a time. This is a better version of that, basically. Bringing you quality music all the time.