Why is writing so difficult? Why is it so hard to arrange all those random thoughts that buzz around your head into something concise that makes sense and resonates with other humans? Well I don’t have the answer, but I thought I’d see what would happen if I just wrote down exactly what was in my head and see where it lead.
Going Back to Analogue
I haven’t used iTunes in ages, absolutely ages, I don’t have spotify or Rdio (even though I know how good they are) I have thousands of mp3s on my computer but to be honest I never listen to them. I used to listen to music on my laptop all the time but now it just doesn’t work for me. I’ve been steadily re-building up my 7″ single collection over the last year or two and it’s become the only way I can listen to music now. There’s something that’s just more “real” about it, being able to feel, touch and see something as well as hear it makes it more of an experience, something to be savoured, something with more longevity I guess. Maybe it’s just a metaphor for how instant everything is now, how easy it is to find and download anything, whether it’s music, images, books, whatever, that joy of searching, rooting out what’s good, sorting the wheat from the chaff, finding the unexpected doesn’t happen on the web (well not in the same way at least).
Having said that I am wary of turning into one of those old codgers who can’t stop saying “of course it was all different in my day” no-one like that guy, so I embrace the modern, but try to balance it up to maintain some perspective.
I watched Get Carter (the original, not the shitty Sly Stallone remake) the other night for about the 8th time and though I’ve always enjoyed it, it wasn’t until now that I truly noticed all the subtle nuances that are scattered throughout the film. Strange that. Even though Michael Caine is famous for only ever using his own accent in every film he’s ever done (just like Sean Connery) in this movie he is truly exceptional in his latent, menacing malevolence.
This film also contains a scene that contains something that always fascinates me. In many films from the 60’s and early 70’s (Performance, Blow Up, Point Blank, Valley of the Dolls) there appears a scene where the main protagonist (usually a well dressed and groomed tough guy/criminal) ends up in some acid-fuelled, psychedelic, love-in style nightclub and although he has absolutely no place there he seems to fit in perfectly. Maybe it’s the fact that he, just like the people in the club, live somewhat outside of regular society and although their worlds are miles apart they have a certain “counter-culture” that unites them?
This Shouldn’t Work
Speaking off opposites coming together, that reminds me of Human Highway, Neil Young making a film with Devo, shouldn’t work (well not in 1982) which is exactly why it does.
I Love Autumn
Summer’s great and all but I’ve always loved Autumn much more, it’s still warmish, but cold enough that you can wear a suit or a nice jacket and not sweat to death. It also strangely enough feels more like a renewal or rebirth than Spring does (well to me anyway). Maybe it reminds me of being back at art school when September/October meant being able to get back into your work and expand upon all the ideas you’d had over the summer, I don’t know.
The Joy of Reinvention
Talking of rebirth makes me think of how refreshing it is when you get the chance to reinvent yourself, whether it’s starting a new school or college, starting a new job, moving country or starting a new career. I’ve done it several times, that is to say I’ve always stayed true to who I am (well hope so anyway) but you can leave all the crap things about you behind and make more of yourself, shed baggage. I’ve felt this since becoming a designer, I still keep hold of all the good things in my past, all the things I’ve learnt over the years and knowledge gained from mistakes made, but having that clean slate is really liberating.
That’s it for now, can’t think of anything else to say. Bye.