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in fucking bruges

July 6, 2009

If you haven’t seen the movie In Bruges watch it.  It’s really fucking good.

I’ve always been skeptical of the notion that “experience” is all it’s cracked out to be.  (thought process of fifteen year old Nate:) “I’m a fucking intelligent 15 year old.  What the hell haven’t I figured out?”

Yet: I’m constantly conscious of the fact that my brain matures in stages.  Whether it be artistic pursuits or attitude changes or my ability to do ANYTHING, I’m more or less capable today than I was yesterday and have experience to thank for it.

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lately

June 28, 2009

This June has been so fucking exhausting.  I turned 18 on June 14th, which made for a week of late nights. Then Thursday the 18th my two sisters and their husbands (and three children) as well as my oldest brother and his family came to our house for my cousin’s wedding. I worked. Friday me and some of the family went to see Patrick Wolf in Buffalo. It was a great night. Saturday was the wedding. Sunday was church and then paintball all day before half the family returned to their homes. Their departure made for another late night. Monday I worked from 7am-4pm. Tuesday I worked again. Wednesday I worked again before seeing Transformers 2 in IMAX (awful movie). Thursday I again worked 7am-4pm. Friday I taught a bass lesson before seeing Deas Veil, Rookie of the Year, Owl City, and Relient K in Rochester. Saturday was graduation. After graduation was a 9pm-6am lock-in. I worked today (the morning after) from 1-5. During all of this I have been arranging 13 songs for a musical which I just finished tonight (the morning before rehearsal starts).
Basically I am totally fucking exhausted. I’ve probably averaged 3 hours of sleep a night for the last two weeks, amidst stress and chaotic environments. At the same time I’ve had a blast: two good shows, a shitty movie that was still a great night, and plenty of fun to go around throughout the entire graduation experience.

I still can’t wait until June’s over. I’m planning to get back into songwriting come July. I haven’t been inspired or written anything in a good two months. Also planning to see the Offspring on Tuesday with Dropkick Murphys, and then Kayo Dot in early July. SUNY Purchase Orientation is in early July, and the 4th of July promises to be a great night.

Strangely I haven’t been listening to music much except when driving or sleeping. It’s probably mainly because I’ve had so little stress-free time, but I also feel burnt out on listening. Maybe I’ll elaborate on that later.

Lately? Good but exhausting times.

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ahhhhh uggggggh

June 23, 2009

Waking up from a nightmare is such a relief.  Waking up from a dream that opens wonderful opportunities is terrible.  I just experienced the latter and my day feels ruined.

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ears

June 14, 2009

I’ve noticed lately that ears are really fucking weird looking. If you focus on a pair of ears for a while they begin to look almost alien, and then people start to look like little aliens.

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happy birthday

June 13, 2009

I turn eighteen in five minutes.

New Sunset Rubdown and Dirty Projectors both rule rule rule rule rule rule rule

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it’s coming to an end

June 10, 2009

Today was my class of 09’s “Senior Picnic”: officially the last day of high-school for seniors.  Now I have only two finals on my plate (Thursday and Friday).  Then I have the baccalaureate and my eighteenth birthday on Sunday, and graduation the 27th. I’m also apparently arranging folk-songs for a summer musical production, and that material is due by the 29th. Three of my siblings and their families are also coming next week for a wedding. This month is going to be fucking packed. Unfortunately they arrive on the night of a Patrick Wolf show in Buffalo I may have to miss.

Been listening to Battles album Mirrored and The Gaslight Anthem’s The ‘59 Sound today. Just finishing up my two final homework assignments (query letters for my children’s story and an essay on the evolution of tonality) right now, then big band rehearsal tonight.

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the sun is out

June 7, 2009

Seven favorite albums of 2009 so far:
1. Patrick Wolf – The Bachelor
2. mewithoutYou – It’s all Crazy, It’s all False, It’s all a Dream, it’s alright!
3. Tim Hecker – An Imaginary Country
4. Manchester Orchestra – Mean Everything to Nothing
5. Dan Deacon – Bromst
6. Mono – Hymn to the Immortal Wind
7. the number twelve looks like you – Worse Than Alone

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BATTLE BATTLE

June 7, 2009

Patrick Wolf is the fucking man.
with an apetiteeeeeeeeeeee so dangerousssssssss

Why do people take the time to insult bands and artists? What really matters is the artists’ albums and tracks that you keep going back to and love listening to. Time spent attacking artists is time wasted. Time spent defending artists using terms like “good for what it is” or “talented” is time undeserved. People don’t let themselves like certain bands or songs for cultural reasons, and the reverse happens. Feel the aesthetic man.

I feel the same way about presidents. In economics class (I have some weird obsession with this class) my conservative friend and a liberal-minded one often battle about who is the better of Bush and Clinton. My conservative friend argues, “Bush will be looked upon favorably in the future.” I say: WHAT THE FUCK? WHO CARES ABOUT HOW SOMEONE IS LOOKED UPON? It’s such a pointless debate, and to base someone’s worth on public opinion is asinine. In creative writing class I was talking about how I don’t enjoy watching Forrest Gump when the same liberal friend started smirking: “Oh yeah, a movie that wins a bunch of Academy Awards sucks…” Notice I didn’t even say it sucks, only that I didn’t like it. Humans think in such subjective terms! But back to the point, WHAT THE FUCK? SINCE WHEN ARE THE ACADEMY AWARDS RELEVANT TO MOVIE QUALITY? After versing my frustration with him viewing the Academy as an Authority, I argued, “so The Reader is an outstanding movie?” His response: “Well it must have some worth in it.” WHAT? SOME WORTH? I’m back to my original point: don’t say things are “good for what they are” or “talented” or have some “value” when “understood.” People who view art or anything that way are missing out.

I didn’t even mean to connect any of the above points, but somehow all my random thoughts are somewhat related though doubtfully cohesive: this post tests positive for ADHD.

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Björk’ – Medúlla

May 28, 2009

“that black, 5,000 year-old blood that’s inside us all; an ancient spirit that’s passionate and dark, a spirit that survives.”

That is the inspiration for Björk’s 5th studio album, Medúlla, the medical term for bone marrow. To Björk it is more then that: “not just you’re [sic] bone marrow, but marrow in the kidneys and marrow in your hair, too. It’s about getting to the essence of something. And with this album being all vocals, that made sense.” The album is not entirely without vocals. There are synthesizers and percussive elements (contributors include Matmos and múm), but traditional instruments and their traditional uses are replaced by voice and more voice. Vocal techniques range from throat singing to beatboxing, and guest appearances include Mike Patton and Robert Wyatt. The adjective a cappella may summon to mind the choral, spacey arrangements of Eric Whitacre, or music more for show then aesthetics, but Björk avoids entering into either traps.

The spotlight is of course on the Icelandic diva. Collaborators aside, her voice is the entrée, slicing through harmonies and hazy ambience with wild appoggiaturas and fiery intensity. Yet, some of the album’s most dynamic moments are her tranquil expressions. and you hear how am I going to make it right? she whispers on “Desired Constellation” after a series of lines almost painful in their violence.

The album is passionate. The “marrow” idea was a partial response to the “stupid American racism and patriotism” emblematic of post-9/11 America.
I need a shelter to, to build an altar /
Away from all the Osama’s and Bushes
she sings on “Mouth’s Cradle”. There is veracity in seeing through faux-emotions grounded in tragedy and shock, and Björk’s stressing of the “essence” of life beneath all the stupidity is refreshing.

Written and released at a time when Björk was not short on commercial recognition, (single “Oceania” was commissioned by the International Olympic Committee and Björk performed it at the 2004 opening ceremony) Medúlla avoids the all-too-common slip in creativity and experimentation of artists at the peak of their acceptance. Instead, Björk went and made one of the most passionate, political, and boundary-extending albums of her career. And for all its eccentricities, it is a consistently appealing batch of songs, with a number of outstanding ones like the aforementioned, cathartic, “Desired Constellation”, and the buoyant “Who Is It”, the second single off the album. Medúlla showcases an artist doing what all good artists should: showing sensitivity to aesthetics while exploring his or her imagination.

4/5

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i was just watching mean girls and…

May 28, 2009

That is a comment a male friend has made each of the last three creative writing classes.  I find it hilarious.

Tonight was a banquet in honor of the “top 20 graduating seniors” and incoming freshman.  I believe my class rank is third.  It was as fun as I thought it would be.

I just fixed my mouse!  I’m so happy!  The wheel wasn’t working on it so I just beat it into my desk for about 10 minutes.  Success.

Got Grizzly Bear’s new album.  Not really getting into it, same as the new maudlin of the Well.

Did drive-by-hardcore yesterday.  I put on my Green Bay Packers helmet and jersey and we hit up various public places.  It was great.

An M-audio midi controller and Sennheiser headphones are currently en route to my house.  Fucking psyched.

Good times lately.