Rough draft of some ideas on enriching life through art, mindfulness, and cultivation. As well as some stray thoughts on synchronicity and the creative process.
Yes, I know the title is ponderous. Yes, I know I’m holding a guitar without playing and yes it does look pretentious. But I was practicing and then the idea came.
Plumbing woes have me making yet another disjointed vlog of vlogness. Herein you’ll find minutia from my life, defending the merits of Korean gals, Germany’s kinky stance on Romanian labor, discovering a Southern Yup Magazine, a random ass passage from Russell, and amateur god damn music.
Yeeha.
Vee’s Excellent Explanation of Corporate Bullshit and East European Subservience –
Ebegging Because Scotch is Expensive
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My Two Cents:you can’t own the mixolydian scale. you can’t own a persons understanding of music. you can’t own a person’s performance of music. by this logic cover bands, and musicians playing covers in bars, are criminals. i.e. every musician is a criminal who owes somebody money going all the way back to the caveman who smacked a coupla rocks together.
Mr. Beato’s Rant
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I was actually really set to record some music that I thought would be decent. But then I got muscle spasms/cramps in my arms because I am a girly man and will never be governer of California. So instead I did a shitty guitar jam with my crampy arms and then had a go at Jack Bickham’s 38 Common Fiction Writing Mistakes.
Interestingly enough as I was clicking around my tabs this article showed up:
I haven’t read it yet but I’m fairly certain from the volumes in my ex-girlfriends house that Walt Whitman is the cunt who wrote Blades of Grass and punched his editors. I was going to invoke him as the sort of person who wouldn’t give a damn about 38 most common anythings. But temper it by saying O come on, you can’t just shit out whatever you want…
And then I shat out whatever I wanted.
So hail Bacchus and Hail Whitman.
Cheers!
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