The sound of the train’s metal tendons stretching and scraping against each other under the floor.
Freeway lights like 6 cicadas on a blade of grass.
I can see the shopping centre four suburbs over from this hill.
I guess I wanted to do music for the same reasons I want to do anything, I want to move people and be seen and heard. There are many ways one can do that. Everyone in my life keeps telling me that this is my mission in life, to find my unique way of doing this. Today was Wil Anderson’s last Sunday Roast. Such a lack of fanfare, such an institution gone. SIX years... They have columns in those newspapers. Bored housewives, TV addicts, pop culture whores, regular whores, specialists, comedians, idiots – all write these... things. These blogs. They’re blogs. Sometimes they are entertaining in a more obvious try hard way than a blog, but they're basically about this person's life. What they did this week, what was on their mind, what they think of this and that. I could do that. Imagine paying the bills by only having to write 700 words a week, and then having that read by an audience the size of the newspaper’s circulation... It certainly would be ideal. And something to work towards. For years. But that would be something to tell people, “I’m going to be a newspaper columnist”. They couldn’t think I was chasing rainbows any more than I am now. I venture quite a few would think I was being a great deal more realistic. I’m at uni for my blog. We all know that. I’m just there to further what I’m already doing, English, philosophy, sound production and drama. I should be making something of it. Something more than a blog. I devote enough of my time to it. I need ‘exposure’, as they say in the business. I have thought of just graffiting random walls with the web address, but then it does become kind of obvious who did it – they could eventually track my IP address to a real arrest-able person.
I'm not one to waste words. Something will be done with this blog. Even if it comes to sticking post teasers in people's mailboxes in a blanket flyer offensive.
Christmas in upon us. I am 10 deep in drafts. This is why nothing happens. Blog paralysis. Only the most urgent pressing matters ever make it to print. I am not looking forward to waving through remnants. But then again I am.
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Friday 13 November 2009
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I love the images of the first paragraph. Metal tendons, agh, it jut rattles me with the horrible painful shriek metal wheels can make when sliding on rails. cicadas. Like like like like.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for the delay. No, I'm appalled for my lateness. No, I'm quite disgusted at myself while not that surprised either, like the old alcoholic is sad but unsurprised while facing its once again 4th glass of whiskey after another rehab. I'm just bad at this. It kind of hurts everytime.
But I like this size of post. An atmosphere, a subject, open possibilities, the end. You know what ? Add a tumbler to your collection. It woud be funny to combine the long digesting pace of the blog to a fast, instictive, one liner/one picture kind of tale. Or maybe not. If you're like me it won't work, because you'd want to think it up before. Mh, well, probably not good idea.
Columnist, damn I actually thought that once, when you were asking yourself what you should be doing, I kept thinking of those radio columnists, comedians, weekly mood essay. When I was travelling in Peru, I tried going to sleep while listening to your podcast along with the radio chronicles of two french humorists. It just fits you perfectly. You always have something to say, about yourself, about things, society. You can make connections, put perspective. You can write and pace. I'd just say you'd have a hard time fitting the stict word or time limit each time, but.. that's a good fit. Indeed, as you said, what attracted you in music was to take the stage and tell your story, your way. Not playing another person's role, like an actor. Not singing for vibrato's sake. But sharing yourself and your ideas in a very personal, theatric, lyricized, free way. It's a hard goal to achieve but i hope you can make it.
not sure they all make their living with just this one column a week though .. do they ?
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Ah maybe not, but it's a nice thought. One column and some university tutoring would certainly have me more than supplied though.
ReplyDeleteI've been watching my dreams retreat into the vague future of late, as I concentrate more on my essays. I can't say, I can't predict. I can't really do much about then, now. I am hoping to actually do something with the blog though. The university is always shoving these lists at me, and I think on the holidays I just might approach every single publishing house, writer's association and competition I can find – with extracts from the blog.