I read a good article my friend Gary James Joynes shared recently, by writer Geeta Dayal. Got me thinking about my role as a “dial twiddler” in the universe, and how I’ll never be happy doing anything otherwise. Isn’t this how an artist expresses oneself? By inventing and experimenting in their chosen medium, because it’s NECESSARY for personal satisfaction in their world. Not because anybody has to like it. Not everyone will. If there are those who appreciate (or pay you for) your creations, then give yourself a well-deserved pat on the back. You made an artistic impression on an audience who gets your stuff. Sound artists have been messing around for centuries, with varied tools and results. Everyone has their own method. The fact of the matter is that sounds are heard differently by a multitude of different people (especially these days), no matter how they’re created. And I’ll do it till I’m dead. End of story. Here’s some art:
Winning isn’t everything, it’s how you play the game. Recall that idiom? It’s apparent that society must have winners and losers in everything, because some rise higher than others. However, those winners and losers may actually be trying too hard in their respective fields, instead of just doing what it is that gives them the most joy. Playing . On that note, I submit to you a new composition I’ve uploaded to Soundcloud. If you keep floating above the surface, you’re doing alright. Make yr art or music or whatever for the only reason you know. Because if you didn’t, you’d sink and be miserable. Everything else doesn’t matter.
So the tech world of today is drowning in “content”. That’s what we call media these days…any piece of video, photo, sound, text or other entertaining or interesting tidbit found in the teeming internet ocean that may one day be given a thumbs-up by the masses. It used to be a tangible thing, like full-page magazine spreads and vinyl records. Or cozy on the couch with snacks for prime-time action TV. Now anyone can take their own videos or be a shutterbug, digitally…using their phone! Now called a mobile device. Isn’t it crazy that one of the earliest advances in communicating with others verbally is now used for just about anything you can imagine? This includes capturing digital content to proliferate on innumerable websites. And there’s no shortage of those “content providers”, whether it’s a social site or vid page or photo viewer. They want, or rather need, your content. The populace has a limited attention span, overstimulated by media from all sides, and requires something else to garner amusement or get a smiley from. So if they’re not getting the fix from a giant media conglomerate, it may as well be you.
So why am I going on with this obvious rant? Well, there is some dismay over people glued as phone-zombies, however the same things were said about television or video games. The real point is the creation of content for this blog. It comes down to what kind of life record you embody in the digital ether, and if it can be accessed by the technologically adept. Therefore I’m submitting a few pieces for my digital history, whether anyone notices in the inter-sea or not. The content is largely photo art in nature, recently made from archived pics. I tried not to work too hard on it, because it was about the fun of making more of them. So I will. Maybe next time with my phone…
So, here’s my first post since early February, when I’d begun recording “Blue Demo Lichen One”. You can now find the new album at losbeatniko.bandcamp.com. I’ve been busy over the last month polishing up sites and links and content and such, to hopefully provide you, the reader/listener/viewer/public with some entertaining insight as to what I’m about. I’ve also been thinking long and hard about what my next steps are. It may very well involve running steps outside of this rock I’ve been dwelling on for some time. Everybody should understand that reflective time in yr life where you wonder a little too much on what yr really doing and why aren’t you doing other things. It’s called getting older, younguns, and when you get to a certain age (not that I’m friggin’ ancient) and realize there’s more you’d like to do and see and experience, you really have to do it sooner than later. And if I line all my ducks in a row, crossing t’s and dotting i’s, then maybe sooner it will be. Planning my escape and recording a new story for myself may be just what I need. I’ll keep you in the loop as to my whereabouts. And what and how!