old man wakes up...
scratches his old balls and remembers a dream. a group of blind old philosophers are gathered around an old rusty spinning top and taking turns cranking it up and watching it spin. it groans and creaks while getting pumped and squeals while spinning. the bits of flaked rust on the inside rattle around and around and around. each of them hears it differently and each remembers a different toy from their own chilhood and each thinks the others are hearing the exact same thing.
that's how i interpret the article Invisiwolf posted. replace rock music with losing your virginity (unless that was recent) or the toy in my dream or any other "colored through the glass of time" experience and i hope you get my drift. you get old and the experience of being young is sitting there next to you naked and mute. so you dress it up.
i am old (by the writers count at least even if he's ten years my senior) and sure i like the outkast song he mentions but really... music made by kids is for kids. its not his fault he can't relate. he's old. but it is his fault that he's stayed in his line of work: writing articles about kids music. his main point seemed to be: could you please make some happy real authentic music. don't get me wrong i like the article and the guy seems reeeal nice but...
IMHO when you've stopped trying to figure out the world for yourself and are busy figuring it out for others you are pretty much out of the loop as far as relating to anything new. there's just no going back unless you pick up a guitar and sing about your dad. there's an idea: old farts singing about their old fuck dads.
now about his other point about old people needing to be young as much as young people... i couldn't agree more. in fact i was thinking of fucking up my hair scraping a hole in my arm getting drunk driving too fast sanding holes in my jeans all night long then having breakfast with cabbies putting my butts out with my spit and masturbating til my dick hurts. anyone wanna join me?
p.s. when i was 14ish or 15ish a friend and i were practicing a song he had written called "Jesus Crack" and my dad poked his head in through the open window, smiled and said "why don't you play happy music?" still makes me laugh.
p.p.s. i have a friend who never wants his daughter to see him naked and has underwear in his bed in case she comes in the room. that's kinda how i feel about teen music or clothes or whatever. i never want my teenage kids to see me enjoying music that they feel they is only speaking to them. you remember the feeling. you were having a moment of truth listening to your favorite song and an adult came along and spoiled it by trying to "relate" to you. yuck. can we please respect each others privacy?
p.p.p.s i love you all. keep it real.
that's how i interpret the article Invisiwolf posted. replace rock music with losing your virginity (unless that was recent) or the toy in my dream or any other "colored through the glass of time" experience and i hope you get my drift. you get old and the experience of being young is sitting there next to you naked and mute. so you dress it up.
i am old (by the writers count at least even if he's ten years my senior) and sure i like the outkast song he mentions but really... music made by kids is for kids. its not his fault he can't relate. he's old. but it is his fault that he's stayed in his line of work: writing articles about kids music. his main point seemed to be: could you please make some happy real authentic music. don't get me wrong i like the article and the guy seems reeeal nice but...
IMHO when you've stopped trying to figure out the world for yourself and are busy figuring it out for others you are pretty much out of the loop as far as relating to anything new. there's just no going back unless you pick up a guitar and sing about your dad. there's an idea: old farts singing about their old fuck dads.
now about his other point about old people needing to be young as much as young people... i couldn't agree more. in fact i was thinking of fucking up my hair scraping a hole in my arm getting drunk driving too fast sanding holes in my jeans all night long then having breakfast with cabbies putting my butts out with my spit and masturbating til my dick hurts. anyone wanna join me?
p.s. when i was 14ish or 15ish a friend and i were practicing a song he had written called "Jesus Crack" and my dad poked his head in through the open window, smiled and said "why don't you play happy music?" still makes me laugh.
p.p.s. i have a friend who never wants his daughter to see him naked and has underwear in his bed in case she comes in the room. that's kinda how i feel about teen music or clothes or whatever. i never want my teenage kids to see me enjoying music that they feel they is only speaking to them. you remember the feeling. you were having a moment of truth listening to your favorite song and an adult came along and spoiled it by trying to "relate" to you. yuck. can we please respect each others privacy?
p.p.p.s i love you all. keep it real.
