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The Landscape Of Björk. Part One: The Constituents.

Unlike my previous blog entry, The Revolution Is Being Televised , experiencing and understanding Björk's music takes some effort to fully appreciate what it is that you are witnessing and hearing. I will venture to say that even if you are one that claims to be baffled by her or her music you will still be unable to look away from her videos for they are unlike any music videos made. They are experimental conceptual art films often directed by cutting edge directors. One of the aspects of poplar music that makes it memorable or catchy, moving it into the 'standard' arena, is how often it is covered and/or interpreted by other musicians. We may not like a given piece performed by artist A, but we are able to rehear it, and love the interpretation of artist F. Maybe we eventually fall in love with a piece of music when it is finally presented as an instrumental piece and we are left to explore it without lingual interference. More often, many of us use music to highli...

I Needed A Break

My knickers got in a twist. I was feeling overwhelmed and pissed off. Too many people with a hand out and never a hand held out. Too many people with obvious problems that I was willing to lend a hand to, but who clammed up and, became ridiculous, yet still wanted comfort. I've been pondering things like: If you know someone is having money problems but they don't reveal it, do you still have a moral obligation to be a good friend and feed them? Or lend the car, or whatever? Right now I have decided: No. My rationale is that part of sharing your predicaments is the bond it creates between two people. Any successful relationship one can expect a give and take parlance. But if one person does more without the benefit of knowing why they are giving more, then things begin to stink real fast. And if one person is always accepting your generosity but never reciprocates, and you don't know the reason why, then it stinks twice. So what did I do? I talked to myself for a few da...