When I wake up in the morning, I go to the bathroom. I look into the mirror, and voila, I see my reflection....But, hey, there all different kinds, definitions and descriptions of reflections.
Andy Warhol referred to himself as a mirror...and if he would look into a mirror he would see an infinite repetition of nothing(Warhol, From A to B and Back again)...
but hey, you are a mirror too...and everything you see can be reflected to the rest of the world in the light of your personal judgment...
A mirror doesn't necesseraly reflect reality, as there are convex mirrors for example which distort the actual appearance of things. In a way there is no 100 percent accurate reflection of reality... We are all mirrors and reflect to each other...wow...that is deep beauty....
Monday, 21 January 2008
Sunday, 20 January 2008
This is homework...
Does it really need to be useful, or can it be pretentious, useless and confusing. An account and a memory… not of a concert really, but more of the attempt to write automatically, like Breton, and spontaneously… words spawned, and defined by the very moment of…actually this very moment… and as fated, it happens that I am listening to some music.
My fascination (in this mellow state) was spilled and recollected, puzzled and de-liquified, put in a new form by the colourful resources of the acoustical experience. (It might be worth mentioning on this point, that this was a concert and that it was for the sake of music and not for the sake of party...It was calm and pretty sober, but still as psychodelic as it sounds.)
The bright light was touching, stroking and programming my iris, stimulating my visual senses, deflecting my receptors in order to take away all their prejudice and let them be flooded by the pureness of harmony and joy; out of balance in order to think, feel and experience freely without my mind tricking me by reminding myself of the harmonic hegemony that we are so used to and that has subconsciously coined our evaluation of music since we have listened to our first song in the car of our parents, on the way home from the hospital.It was my first time to encounter (not on the way home from the hospital where I was born, but on the concert that I am describing) the authors, and creators of these acoustical collages; so my mind blow was understandable. Well, on the walk to the toilet I could finally observe the reactions and looks of the other visitors, the rest of the audience; hypnotized, eyes wide open but hardly seeing anything(especially not me, as I had to fight my way through the crowd on a desperate seek for physical relief) since the room was flodded with intense light. It looked like a comunal meditation of people who are confused/amused by the show.
It’s been a while now… It’s been 3 months, maybe eight weeks since I’ve seen those crazy boys with their organic electricity. I reencounter and reflect on my past live-concert experience with Animal Collective. I am listening to them for the first since I have been to their concert… Music, deducted from live-concert-energy and blinding lights, shining at me so bright {and us shining at the performers so brightly, Bradley [there is a slight chance that the person who is just reading these words, at this very moment, is called Bradley. If you, reader, are not in the lucky position to be the holder of this very name, please exclude these words within the brackets (all brackets, including these ones), as well as the last word before them (Bradley) from your memory]}. The concert was more intense then listening to them now… I still like them though...what about you? http://www.myspace.com/animalcollectivetheband
Thanks,
Philipp
My fascination (in this mellow state) was spilled and recollected, puzzled and de-liquified, put in a new form by the colourful resources of the acoustical experience. (It might be worth mentioning on this point, that this was a concert and that it was for the sake of music and not for the sake of party...It was calm and pretty sober, but still as psychodelic as it sounds.)
The bright light was touching, stroking and programming my iris, stimulating my visual senses, deflecting my receptors in order to take away all their prejudice and let them be flooded by the pureness of harmony and joy; out of balance in order to think, feel and experience freely without my mind tricking me by reminding myself of the harmonic hegemony that we are so used to and that has subconsciously coined our evaluation of music since we have listened to our first song in the car of our parents, on the way home from the hospital.It was my first time to encounter (not on the way home from the hospital where I was born, but on the concert that I am describing) the authors, and creators of these acoustical collages; so my mind blow was understandable. Well, on the walk to the toilet I could finally observe the reactions and looks of the other visitors, the rest of the audience; hypnotized, eyes wide open but hardly seeing anything(especially not me, as I had to fight my way through the crowd on a desperate seek for physical relief) since the room was flodded with intense light. It looked like a comunal meditation of people who are confused/amused by the show.
It’s been a while now… It’s been 3 months, maybe eight weeks since I’ve seen those crazy boys with their organic electricity. I reencounter and reflect on my past live-concert experience with Animal Collective. I am listening to them for the first since I have been to their concert… Music, deducted from live-concert-energy and blinding lights, shining at me so bright {and us shining at the performers so brightly, Bradley [there is a slight chance that the person who is just reading these words, at this very moment, is called Bradley. If you, reader, are not in the lucky position to be the holder of this very name, please exclude these words within the brackets (all brackets, including these ones), as well as the last word before them (Bradley) from your memory]}. The concert was more intense then listening to them now… I still like them though...what about you? http://www.myspace.com/animalcollectivetheband
Thanks,
Philipp
Monday, 14 January 2008
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