Monday, September 10th, 2012
So I just need to write today. This is day off #4 and I woke up not wanting to write at all, but knowing that this is how it always goes and I should write something and post it even if I don’t tweet it out.
So let’s talk about what I’d like to write. I was planning on writing about the new show Revolution, which I want to be really good, but suffers from having boring leads at the moment. I’d really like to continue writing about Silly Songs I Like for Serious Reasons because I think that type of writing is right in my wheelhouse.
I’d love to start writing about Community, but hesitate because A) I love that show and wouldn’t know how to be critical of it (or if I’d even want to) and 2) that show gets a lot of digital ink so a unique take on it might be difficult. I still think I’m growing as a writer, so I’m fine with the idea of doing it just for practice.
The idealist in me wants to be fine with having the crappy stuff I write out there on the internet (hence putting this ramble on the internet). It’s an ego check for me to know that at some point the extreme majority of writers suck. But I also know that writing irregardless of mood, physical status, or bad breath is what matters most. I should probably start developing stuff and be a little more meticulous with what I do.
At times I think it paralyzed me in journalism school because I wanted things to be great right off the bat, but there’s a happy medium in there. I just need to learn to write and write and write, then analyze and analyze and analyze. I think anyone who writes loves the feeling of everything flowing beautifully and every sentence owning its own natural rhythm, but some days (like today) you’re just not going to get that. So I need to find the discipline to put my mind and focus on what I’m doing.
Tuesday, August 28th, 2012
I’ve lately been trying to figure out why LMFAO feels different from their predecessors. Dumb dance music is a known quantity in our culture. Tag Team and Lou Bega made songs that everyone danced to once upon a time. But for reasons that I think have a lot to do with the era of their popularity, it feels (to me at least) that LMFAO isn’t going to go the way of Coolio.
Comparing the brilliance of any lyrics among typical dumb dance songs would lead ponderers to nothing but headaches. Their collective words are more about the consonant and vowel sounds they make rather than their meaning. These types of songs ignore your neocortex completely, preferring to take aim at your hips. Most of these songs feel like lightning in a bottle though. If you can name off the top of your head (without cheating) another song by Bega or Tag Team, I’ll give you my whole collection of old McDonalds Monopoly pieces.
LMFAO songs feel lived in. It may have more to do with the era in which they gained popularity, but I think the duo project authenticity, as silly as that sounds. They remind me of those two, often funny, sometimes obnoxious guys who show up to a party and can make it or bury it depending on their mood. They sound like a bit of our pop music past, even though the industry as a capitalistic juggernaut seems to be crumbling, but more unpredictable.
Now, according to my fifteen minutes of research, these guys are somehow related to the founder of Motown record, Berry Gordy. I don’t know if this means that they have a natural talent for knowing what the masses want or if they have access to resources that pushed them on the public. My hips want to believe the former.
Any music that gains popularity during this time of industry change has to possess a smidgen of democratic integrity. I’m not sure what LMFAO’s lowbrow message says about the virtues of democracy, but with the stakes this low I’m fine with it. If people want a whiff of the past, then the youtube counter has spoken. Thus it must be.
Tuesday, April 5th, 2011
So I didn’t post yesterday because well…okay let me start from the beginning. I a “stop BS-ing” alarm I like to set on goal oriented days. Sometimes it works and sometimes doing nothing holds the right amount of nihilistic seduction.
It’s not that I get anything done during these “nothing” times. It’s not even that I don’t regret it. I just don’t really enjoy the beginnings of things (opposite of Don Draper). Once I’m knuckle deep in typing something or researching something or whatever, I’m perfectly content to work through it. It’s a problem. I know this. I hope to fix it.
End of Confession:
ANYWAY (this device was lifted from old Chuck Klosterman…he doesn’t use it anymore, so I will for awhile) I wanted to type about poetry. I love it. I used to enjoy writing it in high school, but it was atrocious. It was emo before emo was emo.
Growing up has a way of teaching most people that it’s dumb to take yourself too seriously. Now, I write poetry for a creative writing class and it’s always fun. Also, I’m pretty good at it. My problem is (and yes I’m whining) I’ve only ever written poetry when forced to. I enjoy writing and want to continue it after I’ve earned my degree, so I think I have to trick myself into making writing a habit.
Quick Tangent: When I was deployed to the desert, I read all the time. It was great. There was no constant access to the world wide web and it was very easy to get lost in a book without the constant distraction of abundant information.
Sometimes, I’m tempted to throw my laptop on the ground and stomp on it until I’m forced to into some state of technological regression. I don’t hate technology. I do recognize that I use it to fill in the boring (perceived or otherwise) gaps in my life. If I spent less time incessantly checking ESPN.com, I could probably be a more productive writer and reader.
For now, I will stick with you dear blog, dear reader of zero. I want to start putting poetry here and have a pretty decent backlog of short stories and such, along with ideas that I could develop on here. We’ll see.
Sunday, April 3rd, 2011
My friend told me that every generation has to rediscover the wheel. We all think we independently reach conclusions that other eras have figured out or discarded long ago. Yesterday I discovered my wheel.
I didn’t want to finish my ATTN #5 review yesterday because I got stuck after about 200 words. Now, if this were an assignment I would power through and accept the mediocre prose or analysis and shrug that everything can’t be perfect. But I wrote that short piece for myself, so when I ran into the incomplete thoughts and imperfect words, I wanted to stop.
Enter the silly disclaimer at the top of the review. I know it shows a lack of confidence and might be non-essential to the reader, but that piece of expository information is for me, dear reader. For whatever reason, I needed to type that stupid thing out so I could tell myself that it was okay to be a little lost.
Right now, I just want to write everyday for no other reason than I want to get better at writing. I may repeat myself. I may write irrelevant boring self-indulgent prose for the first month, but dammit I got to start somewhere.