|Hello, My name is Josh, and I'd like to talk to you about reincarnation...
||[Jun. 22nd, 2004|06:41 am]
|||||The Horror - RJD2||]|
I am loathe to admit it, but today, instant coffee is my friend.
I'm convinced that the world of magazine publishing exists in some bizzare alternate time stream. I have a friend who is a graphic designer for fairfax, working on their magazines. She's always getting mixed up about what month she's in, and I finally understand exactly why. I spent the last few hours putting together an advert for the AUGUST 2004 issue of a magazine that goes on sale on the 7th of JULY, the deadline for submission of copy being today, the 22nd of JUNE. The whole process is so disorganised its almost as if its run by a government department.
At the risk of being called a film snob, I'm thinking of becoming a member of a film society. Apparently they show a few each week: "Cinematheque offers a diverse program of classic, cult, animation, experimental, documentary, silent and short films" Sounds good to me.
I want to start learning a language again. Brush up on my Italian. I'm sure I'll remember most of it, I just need to be reminded, and it'll come back. I'd really like to take up new languages though. French and German to be specific. I've started a 'do it yourself' French course, but I'd prefer to be learning in a group environment, so I'll have to look up somewhere that does out of hours courses. Speaking in other languages rocks.
Watched an Egyptian movie tonight... it was supposed to be a comedy, but it just left me confused. Must be a cultural thing, because I didn't catch much comedy. It was like a Bollywood movie, except not good. I must admit I was also working and therefore wasn't paying my full attention, but honestly, this thing made the actors on 'The Storm Rages Twice' look talented.
I cant seem to listen to enough RJD2 lately. Couple of weeks ago it was Aesop. Before that it was Murs. I think Def Jux is somehow controlling my brain waves. *puts on al-foil hat* Well its not a bad thing I guess... I mean what am I gonna do, go sobbing to a therapist? 'oh my god, I'm addicted to good music' I'll visit a therapist when I have some commercial pop music shit stuck in my head.
You know, someone needs to find a cure for pop music. I do think its a disease. Forget cancer, forget obesity, the real disease of the modern world is Pop Music. It robs its victims of creativity, individuality and systematically destroys their ability to appreciate a wider range of music by inventing a myriad of genres and sub-genres so the victim may say that they in fact appreciate a very wide range of music, evident in the sheer number of different 'types' of music their friendly commercial radio DJ has to offer them. Find me a song in the Top 40 that runs longer than 3 minutes and isn't at least 80% 'catchy' (read: repetitive) hook.
The standard argument is 'there's a market for it' And I suppose thats true. Its well known that people will buy anything thats presented to them in an appealing way. So why not present good music to them? Perhaps because its not as easy to listen to. It may require interaction on a more intellectual level, and my personal experience is that people will avoid this where possible. So maybe the real problem is pop music as such, but peoples tendency toward laziness. Why do so many people shy away from something that challenges the status quo? Why is something thats confronting looked upon as a negative thing to so many people? I know its not human nature, or humans would still be competing for land with the Neanderthals. No, we're much better than that.
Is it that people are sub-consciously aware that their lives are lacking, and cant bear to face up to the fact? Living in denial, convincing themselves that they're so content with whats presented to them that they don't need to look for anything more. Of course... if they allowed themselves to become aware of just how empty their lives were it'd make their lives up to that point, for the most part, a total waste. And nobody wants to look back on their life and realise they've wasted it. I guess being happy with a lie is better than being miserable with the truth for most.
Hmm. I think I got a bit off track there... I started out ranting about pop music, and ended up taking an overly critical look at humanity as a whole. Nothing like getting carried away, huh?
Well, at least I got it off my chest.