Oh delicate muse.
Bon Iver won two Grammys that he didn't want. Awards for art are dumb he said. I agree with most of his views and what Nick Cave said here to the MTV Music Awards back in 1996. Of course I'd love to win a Grammy but right now I tell myself that awards are not helpful or appropriate or necessary and that I'm too dignified to compete for recognition from a bunch of stranger-peers. George C. Scott is one of only a few people to ever refuse an ...
My music is not my own.
I can't recall what initially convinced me to open license the music I make. I create songs which are meant to be enjoyed and used; this includes having it married to other amateur, personal creations. Once my music is purchased I have released control over how and when it is played. Perhaps it is playing at a strip club or Rush Limbaugh's birthday bash at Rick Perry's Niggerhead Ranch. Fred Phelps' kids apparently love Mumford & Sons—how ...
Organs vs. Synthetics
I finally met with the Music Director at St. James Cathedral. I was nervous, he said he was apprehensive if I recall. It was a discussion of tradition and modernity, purity and progress. Dr. Savage is twice my age, and has created beautiful sacred moments for thousands of people every year. His palette is the cathedral. I asked him to tell us his vision for contemporary music at St. James, which was code for—why don't you let us bring in some ...
Sport Aesthetics: The Kit
Sport is primarily a visual medium, and as such, sport production values should be placed alongside film and print and attended to with care and discretion. The Academy Awards rate and reward great work in costume and set design because how the actors look and where they act are important to the experience. Gotham City must be dark, and Batman cannot have nipples. The MLS policy that encourages the development and use of new (and ugly) kits ...
Recording life.
George Clooney in an NPR Interview made the case for shaking Brad Pitt's hand instead of taking a picture of it. SNL makes the case for keeping your head out of your own ass with their Headz-Up app. A friend was tweeting every three minutes over sushi and I felt bad asking him to stop. Maybe I won't feel bad. May the cultural shift begin.
The Lord is for my body.
A bit of film from inside the upcoming art installation, Body Orthodoxy: A Sensual Education. Song by me and Tara.
Everything ever completely gone and something about lamenting.
God is the being capable of erasing the entire existence of everything ever in a single moment--no, it wouldn't even take a moment. No one would even know it happened. It wouldn't even happen. Everything gone, including the idea of everything, including the idea of gone, including ideas, including including. There would be nothing but God to observe to God that there was once something else. (Why bother). It is a most terrifyingly awesome ...
The pill is hard to swallow.
Once again I am in awe of my friend Bryan Free. His latest album, Red Queen, is staggeringly difficult to understand. If I think I like great music then I know I have to put in the time. My first few listens went down like stroganoff, the kind with mushrooms and onions and Russian detritus. I suspect the sales for this album will be poor. Too bad.
On commercial use of your lovely song.
Maybe they should sell their songs to Coke, so we don't have to endure these ridiculous knock-offs. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lrgofQP_G0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3] [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwtigbpToMg&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3]