| | |
Father Time
|
10/30/2015 10:31:56 PM
a dim view of the future of the universe
I was talking to my ouija board tonight and asking about the days to come, and I did not like what I heard.
Seems human society over time is going to be reduced to silence more and more as everyone gets more and more fearful about saying the wrong thing. The only ones left will be preteen girls talking about One Direction and even there, it's starting to become a bit oppressive for them. Eventually evolution will take over as needed and humans will be born without vocal cords, and the computer industry will no longer provide a keyboard for its products.
Feeling verklempt? or shy? or braindead? Join the club. That is your future. Relax and shut up.
|
|
jingo
|
10/31/2015 4:55:06 AM
The fire has gone out, the storytellers are all dead. Now is the time to hide inside, hollow out the inside, an empty container to fill with Likes.
We worship the Plastic Rectangle, the New Truth, it maketh us all the same and easy to control, blessed be the soft glow of touch screens. Turn from pack to herd, perfect prey, waiting for wolves who, sniffing the abyss, fix us with their gaze.
I look in the mirror and, although my sight has grown dim, see that my hair has turned silver and my beard white. My last day is always closer than it was before. So - you know, at least I got that working for me. Awesome.
|
|
fly on the wall
|
10/31/2015 1:29:44 PM
I feel like my creative life needs a reboot. I'm questioning who my friends are. I'm feeling the hounds of futility chasing me down. Nothing seems to get better, I'm tired of hoping for that. No one cooperates with my plans, my plans are a joke.
|
|
Gadgets Collective
|
10/31/2015 1:31:42 PM
We worked hard on building the plastic rectangle, it is worthy of controlling you and your lame peers. You are the ones who went vacant and allowed us to fill you with our sweet nothingness.
|
|
Bryon Tosoff
|
10/31/2015 4:20:58 PM
I am not sure what to say after reading everything here. :( is it really that bad
|
|
jingo
|
11/1/2015 5:41:06 AM
Well, B for my part I was just riffing on the topic, trying to have a little fun. It appears some other folks are really down in the dumps with a chronic case of the Mondays. I regret chiming in.
On a lighter note, Face Book IS the Number of the Beast, and will be the reason we all walk straight into the rotating knives like a bunch of lemmings.
|
|
Duane Flock
|
11/1/2015 7:23:24 AM
I just wrote the lyrics for a song that oddly enough fits into this thread called Cyberspace.
If I can work out the bugs for my Protools, I'll have Killer music for it too!!
Cyberspace D Flock 2015
World of change to the left of me
No horizon on the right to see ….. the sun….the setting sun
Big brother is always watching me
A file and a list for them to keep ….. I’m done….. where can I run
Chorus
Who’s looking out for the younger ones
The robots are the lucky one’s it seems ……and they don’t dream
Life evolves in cyberspace
Soon we’ll have no race to hear our screams …….our distant screams
Where we go and what we do
Here’s a computer chip for you …..it’s free …..but you’re not free
They always know what’s best for you
Your options lost and nothing left ………to choose ……you’re gonna loose
Lead spot
A numbered sequence 1, 2, 3
A hurd of cattle with two feet ….I’m here! ……I’m over here!!
Pencil and paper have no place
I think they’re gonna clone my face …..My dear …..Oh my Dear
Chorus
End with Lead riff
|
|
Bryon Tosoff
|
11/1/2015 8:20:00 AM
"do what you love, love what you do" do it as the spirit and muse moves you. there will always be storytellers, even more when one feels oppressed and depressed. And when one is full of love and compassion, and when one is elated and full of life and the newness of it
there are those who communicate with passion and do it in earnest
Face book is a disease and scourge, yet sometimes I find gems there as I pick through the garbage dump
truth lies here more then there
|
|
Father Time
|
11/1/2015 12:21:57 PM
Good one, Duane!
|
|
Noah Spaceship
|
11/1/2015 2:44:42 PM
Jingo, I missed you, man. Haha.
|
|
Bryon Tosoff
|
11/1/2015 8:54:29 PM
Jingo is cool. we have missed the jingo
|
|
LyinDan
|
11/2/2015 4:18:18 PM
"The fire has gone out, the storytellers are all dead."
They are not. But they don't consider their tale worth telling and exposing to stupidity, which now has equal voice.
|
|
jingo
|
11/2/2015 8:53:07 PM
My Momma always said "stupid is as stupid does".
Actually she never said that, not even once. She would say things like "did you remember to take out the garbage" and I would wonder if she had tried to put something in the can, because if she did she would see that I had, indeed, emptied it, so that particular line of questioning was irrelevant. If, on the other hand, she hadn't tried to put something in the can then her questions would seem to make some sense - except for the fact that if you weren't planning on tossing something then the state of the can makes no difference.
I sometimes wonder if episodes like this caused me to lose faith in humanity. I generally conclude that I haven't lost faith in humanity, I just never developed it in the first place. I think this may be a key to a happy life. Thanks, Mom!
|
|
Father Time
|
11/3/2015 12:57:34 AM
My parents never told me life is gonna be easy but for some reason I assumed that, so the whole thing was a rude awakening.
Today I'm depressed by the idea that everybody wants to take out their money for Adele but really good indies can't sell their music for squat.
|
|
|
11/4/2015 7:00:54 AM
There's probably a reason why they say 'do not go gently into that good night'...
Scott makes a good point, why the heck did we think it was going to be easy?
It's because we grew up in maybe the best time to be a kid. During
the years The BEATLES Ruled The Earth. Let's face it, THEY made it look easy.
What are you fussing about you stupid twat, you stand there and be fuckin' BEATLES and it all bloody works out doesn't it. Why didn't I think of that.
Far as I have gotten my ears on, except this one song I heard in the supermarket---mental note, research, find, and cover that fucking song---most signed music, leaves me cold, and the only reason I can think of that anyone buys any of it,
is because people all too often do what the radio and television tell them to do,
and buy the same way. "Here, we're playing this piece of shite on the radio,
now be a good little lemming and go run and buy it."
And this is generally the choices out there in what is 'for sale',
crap, crap, and crap, oh and there's also crap if you prefer.
This is why I made all my music free to download a long time ago,
in revolt to the world of crap music for sale.
"Oh yeah?! Well I'll make music that DOESN'T suck, and Mine'll Be Free.
Kiss My Ass."
You want Hope For The Future, Mr Future Of Rock & EVERYBODY ELSE?
Start Here:
Assume it's all Completely Totally Fucked Up, Down & Sideways,
because it is.
Then:
Decide To Wage A Personal Life-long War With Accepting Mediocre Bullshit.
Or even better than average Bullshit. Basically it's about contesting Bullshit,
not going gently into that 'good pile of bullshit' or whatever they think
they're selling those of us left with a fucking brain in our head.
Yes, I have to use the 'f' word, it reaffirms my Personal Power as an American.
What? I forgot the "f" word after reserving the right to use it?? What an idiot.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck.
There that's better.
Now, look Folks.
If there IS Hope,
it ain't comin' from nobody but us,
all of us wee bunch of last stand last chance idiots of the grand expanse....
It is us.
I don't personally have any real belief that Hip Hop is going to save anything;
it will continue to sell bling and murder like it's alright. Thanks, that's great, Guys.
But whatever, if that's what moves you, go for it.
I'm A Time Traveler. Where I come from, you could actually SING along,
not just talk along, with a record.
Which is why I say it is on all of us. All of we indie music artists,
still bothering with the antiquated notion of beat and melody.
Look.
Let me put it this way.
Get Off Your Fucking Asses You Lazy Goddamned Sods All Of You.
Said the retarded banana who made over 2000 records.
Say what you will about me,
I make my days count.
These records don't make themselves, I'm just so fucking annoyingly good
at it, that it appears they make themselves and all I gotta do is stand
here and that is not true. I work my ass off rocking these damned things.
So Look.
All Of You.
Sounds Fucked Up To Say,
But Catch This Particular Disease:
Get A Mission.
Make Your Mission,
Restating The Fullest Potential Of Music Humanly Possible.
Which means, Shine All Of You, Heart, Mind, Body, Soul.
Also breathe in breathe out, and remember,
maybe it all will suck,
but if you didn't do anything about it you suck too, hahah.
~L
|
|
|
©2015-16 IndieMusicPeople.com All Rights
Reserved
| |