fuzmeister: Writer's Block
I never understood the people that can put out the same shit every couple of years and call themselves musicians much less artists. The point of art innately might not be progress, but within the confides of whatever art may be by Joe Blow's definition, shouldn't the artist at least progress. Isn't that part of what it's about?
Then you have those blow-hards who try to
return to their roots and
recapture the magic of album x (Metallica, anyone?). I guess I just don't get where the point is that it becomes more about the money and less about the creation process itself. Yes, I understand some people play in bands and play music just for fun. Good for them. This post isn't for them.
This post is for all the Bon Jovi's and Collective Souls out there who think that the only purpose in life is a cyclical stream of bullshit that gets stinkier with each passing. I'd like to go on the record as saying there are some bands I like that follow this suit. That doesn't mean I have respect for them. I suppose I look at music different than most of the Western hemisphere does. Oh, well.
Point of this post is simple. I'm currently going through a phase where want to write, but I'm having trouble. I just wrote scads of the most accessible, poppy songs I've ever written and I'm in no way interested in doing that anymore. Most of my respect has been channeled lately towards a lot of ambient music. Stuff like Eno. Radiohead's
Kid A and
Amnesiac albums have been infectious lately as well for me. How does a band like that succeed so well being so inaccessible and free to do whatever they want? Boggles the mind really.
Here's hoping my bitter years are the early ones in my life and I become less of a crab as I get wrinkles on my ass.
Mood: Frustrated
Music: Cardiacs - Come Back Clammy Lammy
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