Lest you wreck yourself!
Only an Audiobook remains
Well, every once in a while I think you just have to reset, get chi’d, find your center, and that usually means taking out all the stuff that distracts. Today I’ve applied that to the thing that comes right after God & Family, and that jokingly, is my iPhone (no, but seriously, I love it more than my own life). It’s when I realized I had everything from Dethklok’s metal albums to Matt & Kim’s juvenile indie-pop that I realized I had a problem.
Now, this has been a problem for a while now. (look! I started and ended a sentence with the same word!) But for real, the problem I’m having is that I can’t exactly say what I’m listening to these days! I like Feist, I like Them Crooked Vultures, I like Ghinzu, I like MGMT, there’s no thread, no consistency, just randomness! So? Who cares? It’s good to have diverse taste! But then the question comes up, what kind of music inspires you as an artist? (Gulp!) Now, knowing I’m not defined by the music I listen to, and that I totally understand that different music can inspire different art; but what about when you’re not even exactly sure what medium of art you want to be doing? Or what you want to inspire your art!? That’s where I’m at. I have so many new identities flying about and attaching themselves right now. New: Father. New: Property owner. New: Neighbors (just the idea of having them and being one). New: Job role. With that, has evolved a whole bunch of new ideas for art too. So when it comes to my music, why wouldn’t there be a change, to take a chance to clean up the muddled playlists and just start again? To clear some facet of my inspiration, like a breathe of clean air. Is there something in your life that could stand to be cleaned to help bring clarity to you?
Filming Priority Associates’ interviews
So it’s been an interesting weekend to be a downtown resident (though not for long) in the glorious town of ATX for this year’s Austin City Limit Festival. Taking this year off from the festivities, I watched yesterday as the throngs of people cut through my parking lot & my lawn (or at least where I walk Cocoa to relieve herself) on their journey to new musical enlightenments. Today is a different story.