I made this blog on Saturday, June 20th, 2009. Just keeping track. This is a random mix of everything that I like, and that makes me what I am.
Radioactive (Music Box Version) - Imagine Dragons
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The strategy is to have a practice, and what it means to have a practice is to regularly and reliably do the work in a habitual way.
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The notion that I do my work here, now, like this, even when I do not feel like it, and especially when I do not feel like it, is very important. Because lots and lots of people are creative when they feel like it, but you are only going to become a professional if you do it when you don’t feel like it. And that emotional waiver is why this is your work and not your hobby.
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Seth Godin on the daily habits of creative practice. (via explore-blog)(Source: , via dresdencodak)
classical music is not pretentious. classical music is not pretentious. CLASSICAL MUSIC IS NOT PRETENTIOUS and people who claim their own pretentiousness by default of listening to classical music are being ridiculous and are probably the same folks claiming eloquence and refinement by default of having read shakespeare. classical music is only perceived as pretentious because of the snobbish, classist (ha), racist culture that surrounds it and that’s bad and needs to go.
it’s great how sometimes the same people who complain about how “no one listens to classical music anymore” and “it’s a dying art” are the same ones who put it on a pedestal and insist on its removal from the rest of music altogether. glenn gould was probably right when he said the concert hall was doomed for extinction, but y’all are just hurrying its death along with your insane ticket prices, your dress codes, and your insistence on presenting music that is full-bodied, alive, and relatable in an environment of sterility and silence. and isn’t it understandable that some people will have no interest in music written by dead white men? music that oftentimes supplanted or overshadowed that of their own cultures in the wake of imperialism?
don’t even try to pull the age card because western art music continues to be written?? also pretty much every single culture has music as old as or older than the oldest of “classical music” but i don’t hear nearly as many people going around moaning about how no one shows up to the local gamelan concerts. european/american classical music is “sophisticated”; everyone else’s is relegated to the realm of “exotic”. in high school music class there’s classical music and then there’s ~world music~, as if the west’s creations have some how transcended belonging even to planet earth and thus deserve a category all their own. as it is with literature and history, music as it is currently seen and studied is a product of ethnocentrism and colonialism.
let’s not even call it ‘classical music’, because the idea that it is “classical” and therefore consigned to the past and the times in which it was written, and/or “classical” and therefore more ~aesthetically perfect~ than other genres, is fucking rampant and i’m sick of it tbh. western art music is not more intelligent, more sophisticated, or more advanced than any other. it operates with its own set of rules and tools and functions, and if i hear one more person making one more ignorant comparison between rap and beethoven i will fuck their shit up.
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Basic plot of every Star Trek episode:
Kirk: I’m gonna go do the thing
Spock: It is illogical to go do the thing
McCoy: Goddammit Spock stop being so—
Spock: *insert sass here*
McCoy: *insert more sass here*
Kirk: *goes and does the thing*
Spock and McCoy: *still sassin around*
Chekov: *explains how sass was invented in Russia*
Sulu: *sass engaged at warp speed*
Scotty: THE SHIP CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE SASS CAPTAIN.
THE SHIP CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE SASS CAPTAIN
Uhura: Captain, we’re receive sass on several frequencies
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Emotionally unstable because my fortune cookie was empty.