What would happen if we all died? No one on here would ever know. Well hardly anyone. I keep thinking about touring with my band and wonder of the chances of running into a girl I've never met but seen naked. God, I wonder what that must be like for the girls? To be these objects of virtual lust. Maybe have someone someday approach you and say, I've seen you naked! And yet you have no clue who they are.
Scenes are funny things. Most of them have some illusion of glamour to the lustful outsider. Lust doesn't always have to be about sex. I could envy not being smart enough to be in certain engineering groups at school. I could lust for that, I could.
But we all love attention. Sometimes we forget to differentiate between good and bad attention. Or at least define our terms of good and bad.
The world seems so childlike if you take someone high in their element out of it. Think of that 40 year old goth ith the piercings and tattoos that the scene loves and think about all they do for their particular place. And then put them next to a 40 year old who has taken the path in life through college and has a high paying job and desires little social attention. Some would try and claim one way better than the other, saying life is only truly worth living to interact with people. But both are interacting with people. Some would say the educated one isn't truly living life. But others would say life is about having kids and family. And in that area the worker has a healthy start in financial security. Strange to think about. Neither path being quite right or wrong. But that's life I suppose.
The same could be applied to music. As a musician I have a hard time distinguishing between styles anymore. After learning multiple instruments, theory, and multiple styles it becomes clear without a doubt its all made of the same stuff. Just different people in different places and the same troubles. The same level of troubles. Maybe not the same in reality but emotionally the same.
Yeah I'm not going anywhere with this. Seemed like I was for a minute. I kind of just started typing.
I think about what matters to me in life quite a bit. And I think about whether that matters quite a bit. And I think about death and future possibilities quite a bit. I like to try and figure out what brings a person to their point of view. Not to argue with them mind you, but just as some form of enlightenment or way to appreciate them more.
Okay I'm done.
Scenes are funny things. Most of them have some illusion of glamour to the lustful outsider. Lust doesn't always have to be about sex. I could envy not being smart enough to be in certain engineering groups at school. I could lust for that, I could.
But we all love attention. Sometimes we forget to differentiate between good and bad attention. Or at least define our terms of good and bad.
The world seems so childlike if you take someone high in their element out of it. Think of that 40 year old goth ith the piercings and tattoos that the scene loves and think about all they do for their particular place. And then put them next to a 40 year old who has taken the path in life through college and has a high paying job and desires little social attention. Some would try and claim one way better than the other, saying life is only truly worth living to interact with people. But both are interacting with people. Some would say the educated one isn't truly living life. But others would say life is about having kids and family. And in that area the worker has a healthy start in financial security. Strange to think about. Neither path being quite right or wrong. But that's life I suppose.
The same could be applied to music. As a musician I have a hard time distinguishing between styles anymore. After learning multiple instruments, theory, and multiple styles it becomes clear without a doubt its all made of the same stuff. Just different people in different places and the same troubles. The same level of troubles. Maybe not the same in reality but emotionally the same.
Yeah I'm not going anywhere with this. Seemed like I was for a minute. I kind of just started typing.
I think about what matters to me in life quite a bit. And I think about whether that matters quite a bit. And I think about death and future possibilities quite a bit. I like to try and figure out what brings a person to their point of view. Not to argue with them mind you, but just as some form of enlightenment or way to appreciate them more.
Okay I'm done.