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Odds and sods from the colony ie: England.
I've only skimmed bits of this discussion and I've probably missed the point. 
So I'll just chuck in fragments here and there: 
* Yes I admit to being a selfish bastard, I sit here making noise while my 
wife makes my dinner.
*I started making music as result of discovering the technology and messing 
around with it, I then found I could express my cynical disgust at the 
mores/aspirations/views of the world around me. Technology has liberated me from the 
slog of becoming a poncy virtuoso type with a superior look demonstrating 
technique to a bunch of gurning self satisfied middle class types. BUT!!! I need 
dosh to buy this stuff and it is produced by the very people I despise. Which 
brings me to politics: a joke in a country where the CIA fix the elections so 
that we only get politicians with their noses up your president's arse. Though 
using the term in a broader sense why should I care if my work is classified as 
political especially since it will make it guilty by word association of 
being as boring, contrived, pointless, narrow, worthless, meaningless, leaden, 
facile (I could go on for pages with adjectives) as the party crap in my earlier 
sentence. I don't see my myself on any kind of mission, apart from the gospel 
of disillusion.
Maybe we need more apathy. But  that's a simple answer, though a complicated 
one would be as bad. So I struggle to knock out a few bits and pieces, 
probably just to make me think I'm alive.
I suppose I would be quite pleased if I could be a bad influence on youth, 
perhaps spread an old man's disillusion, discourage a few from following the 
insect path: that is Give up your life/sacrifice to work hard at 
school/college/career. Work all the time to enable your kids to go to a good 
school/college/get a good career so that they can, in their turn, do what you did for them. 
It's a bit like ants, and maybe there is a deity there taking the piss by giving 
us brains and intellects when we don't need them. Or more likely evolution is 
an automatically generated joke, a joke without any author [except "Mother 
nature" and she's a child abuser anyway]
Thanx for reading the ramblings of an old geezer. It's probably just 
altzheimers. After all at 50 I should have stopped this adolescent shite and settled 
down to Clapton or some other bollox.   Luv Chrisb

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