Music

Music is the only thing I have. I listen. I try to play--but it's never the same. That's ok though, I do it for me. I have to do it for me.

For me, there is no pop. There is no dance. There is just a man in a mask swaying with his eyes closed. There is just Death in June. There is just Casiotone for the Painfully alone. There is just Former Ghosts. There is just Xiu Xiu. There is just Felt Drawings. There is no Suicide.

How can I create something similar to perfection? Do I even want that? How does perfection feel? Good? Then it's not for me. I want a broken sound to match my brokenness. I want it to sound like it belongs in a basement. I want to hear the fuzz. I want it to be amateur.

Take your pop music and leave. There is no emotion there. What is music without emotion? It's nothing. You have taken the single most beautiful type of expression and replaced it with hollow sound. I don't care how well the production is. I don't care how "beautiful" your voice is. I don't care how well you play the guitar. I don't care how many albums you sell. There is nothing there.

Music is my life; without my music I wouldn't be.

The value of lists and favorite male actor

I have recently been contemplating the value of lists in everyday life along with their psychological aspects. Lists offer a great organizational tool but I believe their greatest value is in the concrete and  physical expression of preference and opinion.

The following list was organized around the central question: What male actor continuously makes movies I fall in love with?

Favorite Male Actor:

1. Bill Murray
2. Harrison Ford
3. Tom Hanks
4. Will Smith
5. Tommy Lee Jones
6. Patrick Stewart
7. Kevin Spacey
8. Ian McKellen
9. Jeff Bridges
10. Clint Eastwood

A list says a lot about a person--what does this list say about me?