Wednesday, October 29, 2008

music

Music has always been a big part of my life. I started young, listening to what I now call ‘top 40’ music and then moved on. This ‘top 40’ music I now find to be insulting, it’s so non-offensive that it becomes offensive!

So my first progression led me to heavy (pub) rock. Unfortunately this was before I was old enough to go to these pubs to see them. And when I was old enough, my tastes had matured. I researched various rock magazines and books, sampled their suggestions and ultimately pieced together more diverse tastes. I found that I tend to like the best songs of each genre, taking exception only to grass roots styles such as blues, jazz and R’n’B as they each tend to come across to me as self-indulgent. American country almost makes me physically sick while the jury is still out on opera and classical music–maybe when I’m older.

Since the mid 90’s, I’ve found that music has shifted to a more visual medium with the marketing arm taking over and in turn stifling artist’s creativity. Only a few talented musicians have managed to break through despite this, so I guess they’re all we can hold on to until the musical revolution occurs—and it will—those of us who want more than bubble gum pop are growing in number and in turn creating a market for musicians who are hungered by desire creatively and not commercially. Lets allow them to once again take the stage both metaphorically and literally!

Lets face it, the music always has and always will be aimed at the kids.
So it's interesting how the industry has used this power to provide a kind of unofficial and systematic rebelliousness through thier music/media products pitched at these kids. Its reflected in a rock video and advertising world view that your parents are creeps, teachers are nerds and idiots and authority figures are laughable—i.e. nobody can really understand kids except the corporate sponsor. These huge authorities such as MTV and the like have therefore emerged as the unspoken super heroes of consumer culture :(

Music is proof of the existence of God - 1 Giant Leap DVD

Sunday, October 19, 2008

top 7 'ish

OK, this is getting out of hand :P "The world according to Mark" wasn't intended solely for film reviews.. so just one more quick one (promise), and I'll take the rest over to a sister blog http://miesterx.blogspot.com/ created solely for that purpose ;)

In the meantime, being moved by Richard Linklaters 'Before Sunset', I felt it necessary to bundle this film up with it's prequel, 'Before Sunrise' and comment on this great mans ability as a story teller with 3 of his films now making my top 20...

He just gets it! “Waking life” showed a man prepared to explore the mystery that is our dreamlike states of consciousness - and through 'Before Sunrise/Sunset' he does much the same but this time pegs it back to just worldly concerns but does it with heart.

I must admit that he and I both share a similar take on both this planet and the people who reside in it and where we agree, of course others will differ. So if you're new to his subtle yet relentless opinionated style, you may want to feel the waters a bit before jumping in fully to the said films. Regardless, there are many who sing their praises, so lets push on...

I ran the gauntlet of emotions watching before sunrise/set, with my heart repeatedly getting ripped out Aztec style, then torn up, only to be repaired and replaced again and left beating stronger than ever despite bursting at its sutures. He does this through anticdotes and observations told via two uber intelligent, charismatic and grounded characters and manages to make the films work on both a personal level and broader terms - often in the same sentence! Yet somehow this creates a depth much greater than the sum of these parts.

There's no manipulation here, I can't recall a backing track used at any stage in ether of the films, which is a big risk. A risk however that pays off in spades and together with the heartfelt acting, only adds to the realism. At stages I couldn't tell where my empathy for the characters ended and my concern for subject matter they were discussing began, yet this meshing of thought process produced an explosive array of emotions which makes these films very hard to watch passively.

Choosing to surrender rather than intellectualising the story may result in watching thru a veil of tears at times but who cares?...all the more reason for repeat viewings of the work of this modern day poet in Linklater who hereby produced what in essence is a chick flick, but with lavish amounts of soulful relevance thrown in, making it so, so much more.

Waking Life Before Sunrise Before Sunset

The media has become a subtle form of fascism - Richard Linklater