Comprehensive lyrics

(photo courtesy picksysticks)

As I was leaving for another stage, this  IndiePop singer was singing a song with a very clear lyrics. It was something along the lines of  “All those people in the bar, nobody knows who you really are”

I guess I could enjoy the music that I understand and can relate to. Usually the music I hear (e.g. on the radio) has more than half of the words lost to noise, and the rest are about more simple feelings that are the domain of teenagers.

My weekend was very much off-campus: a friend’s farewell party as he’s leaving for Google, music festival, then flea market. The latter two I happened to explore both on my own, and then later I enjoyed a company.  Both involved seeing a lot of people from the area, and in part mimicking them as I learned their ways of having fun. It’s actually quite hard to have fun on the music festival! If you think about it, what you imagine is a group of best-best friends, all intoxicated, walking between stages, dancing, laughing and talking really loud, playing jokes on each other. Let’s compare it to the picture above. What people actually doing is: walking, standing, resting, talking, taking selfies, checking their phone. The only person having fun is the singer.

Seriously, that’s the generic (free) music festival experience. I was actually happy when I ran into someone who was drunk – as rarely as it was, it made me smile. On the music festivals with a bigger name, people feel more required to get wasted. I myself felt like music festival should be more impressive, more deep experience. And it’s not just about the loudness of the certain harmonics in the music, it’s about how you relate to people around you in your mutual excitement about the musician. I guess paid entrance filters out those “just standing there” and leaves people who actually care about the musician. But still, on the music festival most of the musicians are ones that you never heard about. The connection with the crowd should be established by sole fact that you are all part of something bigger, part of this music culture. And maybe the culture of special clothes, and special ways of getting intoxicated.

So that was what made me disappointed, that’s the bigger target I felt I’m missing. But still, I enjoyed what I had around me, a beautiful music, a company and a strange but inert crowd. I remember somewhere in this blog I said I’ll only go to a music festival when I have a company. So now that wish had come true. Yay!

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Arts as a way of fulfillment

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Let’s face the hardest of questions: whether I am an expert in any worthy part of human culture. I’m not, obviously. Moreover, the level of my ignorance could shock innocent bystanders if they were to know. Let’s start with pop-culture. I know a lot of music videos, but don’t differentiate them by genre, and often don’t remember the name of the singer. I like the dance moves. I can kind of differentiate the genre of a dance performance. I even heard somebody’s rant about contemporary dance vs. contemporary ballet. I’ve learned from dance majors and minors of different kind, so I vaguely know what “isolation” means. I want to join a hip-hop class next year, because apparently that is a thing to do in LA.

The classical and modern art: painting, sculpture, and other vague “installations”. I’ve always enjoyed going to the art galleries. I often don’t remember the name of the artist. I can vaguely differentiate the genre of a painting. Paintings don’t “move” me, but I find certain things about them curious. I can feel the difference between taste and no taste, but I can hardly apply it in practice. I never buy, that is. And if I make something myself, I’m usually much less devoted to the process of creation, than an artist would be. So even my good taste decisions do not reach completion. The out product is unsightly (my poster/slide presentations, postcards).

In general, I think most of the art is not coherent enough to actually address any of the serious problems, it just slowly changes your emotional palette. What about photos on Facebook? I own an old camera, and I don’t carry it around too much anymore. I’m trying to fight with Amy about not taking the “pose” photos, but taking “slice of life” photos instead. I’m very much behind any people who are still trying to capture the reality artistically. Here’s my more stubborn friend’s photostorytelling.

I’m more or less acquainted with internet culture, since that is where I spend most of the time. Maybe my knowledge are not so useful, but it makes me smile.