July 16th, 2010

Boss Coffee

This is another example of why artists are not competent to judge their own work

The Bleat.:
Which leads to the question of how you – I mean, you – define your passage through time. I’m not sure I can answer the question; it’s a combination of personal plots, locations, and cultural markers. As I’ve said before, I feel bad for kids now who grow up in an era when all culture is potentially current culture, when it’s all the permanent now, with no demarcations between styles and eras. You have to be able to read the past to know what led to the next thing, and why we’re where we are. This is the vaguest paragraph I have ever written.

This is actually very profound, at least to me. I am, perhaps, overly concerned with the past. I certainly spend enough time thinking and writing about it, perhaps out of fear that sometime in the future I won't actually be able to remember it, and I'll have to rely on these written accounts of what happened when, how I felt about it, and what the ambient music was.

I'm also concerned with the past because I feel - no, fuck that, I KNOW - that people in general don't pay a lot of attention to the past and tend to forget what happened 10, 20, 30+ years ago. It all dissolves into a white-noise blue screen for people, and they don't remember even the things which are important to them personally and the subculture they belong to. That's why I keep banging on about the HRMP War, its causes and its effects - because people don't/won't remember why the subculture they live in is the way it is, and why it's prone to dumb shit like that. Somebody has to remember this stuff and remind the forgetful.