On: Long Periods Without Writing

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You would think that having two personalities in my mind would make me more prolific with writing that’s not the case however. For weeks at a time (sometimes months) I will have nothing of any interest to say about anything. Sure something will happen in that time but, no one really comments on this blog anyway so there’s no reason to share with the world if the world isn’t looking.

Don’t take that as a guilt trip, it’s simple logic.

However on occasion I will think of something I think is important enough to share with the people who do come across my blog, and then I blog. My last blog post are some of the easiest to put down. I love music so sharing my experience with new and/or live music is something that comes easily.

What doesn’t come easily is a way to make the banal routines of my life come alive for you all in this blog.   Writing isn’t a challenge per se but more of a required discipline that I  haven’t totally gotten down. It comes to me in waves, sometimes as small as a tide and sometimes as large as a tsunami.

This doesn’t only apply to my blog  but, also to writing a book or short story, I have to be in a very specific mood in order to get anything down. And even then I tend not to write a whole lot in one day, sometimes I’ll pull our a page or two and be content with that because when the feeling goes…it’s gone.

The frightening thing about writing a blog is that everyone who reads it seems to expect some sort of consistency, I have friends who blog once a month on the same day every month, or vow to blog twice a week or some schedule but, I’m not able to stick to that sort of thing. As soon as writing becomes a ‘job’ so to speak, where I have to worry about getting it down in a certain amount of time or fear the deadline, I lose a boatload of interest.

I know, that’s real life, right? Sure it is and I didn’t say I wasn’t able to do it but, I just said it’s no longer as fun for me. I like to take my time and even be lazy. I spend every waking minute thinking about writing, how I want something to look and how I want it to be presented on the page and whatnot and when I get to the execution I get there.

This blog is more of a twisted therapeutic sort of engine for me to work with, I get to write whenever I want to and share it out to the world. Sure the lack of comments and viewers sometime annoy me but, that’s not really the big issue. The issue is filtering through the packing peanuts in my mind to find the really fragile things and bringing them into some sort of like in reality.

With two people in my mind constantly trying to find a way to appease each other there’s often a lot of interesting stuff that gets cut on the editing room floor. I just can’t express EVERYTHING sometimes, mostly because I think a lot of what I say is common sense, but I’m not a common guy and this isn’t a common world and so maybe I ought to consider getting over my personal misgivings with my writing and just put it out there.

I often have this vendetta against artist, like painters and sculptures and cartoonist; maybe not a vendetta but a jealousy because for them the final product of the art is there and can be beheld with the eye. For me I have to then embark on a new journey to get people to read what has taken me a year to write and thats the hardest part of all.

You would think that people would be jumping for joy over the fantastic like: Dreams and the damaged infrastructure in the mind of a semi-psychotic but, people really aren’t. Maybe they think it’s silly or overly-dramatic but, no one cares that much and in some degrees neither do I. I’m still entertained by very simple things like Soap Operas. I watch All My Children everyday as if it were something that will feed my starving stomach. It’s one of the few things that both my personalities will agree to doing but, who wants to sit here and read about how much I dislike Ryan Lavery or think Marissa Tasker needs to buy a clue.

Maybe someone, I guess but, often I don’t feel like it’s a worthy subject to start ranting about in a blog.

I guess part of me still feels like I’ve stumbled into this writing thing, Like maybe I don’t deserve to even be doing it. I love it though, I just like taking my time as well, maybe if i had an actual job writing I would think differently about it but, as of now I don’t. And even when I worked for my school magazine I waited til submission day to do something and it was still pretty good.

What I need is for someone to take me seriously, seriously enough so that we can work together. I work fine alone but, I think ultimately I feel comfortable if I have someone to bounce ideas off of and craft together with. I’ve been alone all my life so maybe that’s why.

I should write a comic book and work with an artist (maybe that would ease some of the jealousy) and put it out one day. That sounds like it could be a barrel of monkeys!

Now let’s see if anyone’s interested…

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Review: Fidelity! (Live)

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Love, Loss and Fidelity!

How does one begin something like this? A review of this magnitude ought to be taught as a college seminar. That’s not some overzealous view of my writing skills but, rather an understatement of what happens when two musical geniuses get lemons and make lemonade.

Fidelity!(Available August 24th)  is the newest project from Chrissie Hynde, this time she shares the stage with Welsh born singer/song writer JP Jones, along with a band, filled with talented Musicians, the Fairground Boys. The result is: Jp,Chrissie and the Fairground Boys.

Make no assumptions about this band and about this album. You may think you know Chrissie Hynde and some of you may think you know JP Jones but, this album will send you for a loop from it’s subject matter to its execution.

Monday night  I had the chance to see Jp, Chrissie and the Fairground Boy(s) at the Rockwood music Hall in NYC. To say the show was intimate would be a drastic understatement. Sitting less than 5 feet from Chrissie Hynde, JP Jones and their guitarist Patrick Murdoch, I found myself apart of the action going on onstage.

In a fine mood the three came out ready to play the ENTIRE album of Fidelity (previous shows had only showcased a maximum of 7 songs) JP Jones explained that this would be the first time they played some of these songs live at all and asked for our pardon in advance.

He wouldn’t need it.

Starting with their single “If You Let me” (Released August 10th) the band began to rock the acoustic set. Its in this song that the listener realizes that this isn’t just an album. This isn’t someone putting out music simply because they want to make money or because they like to. This is a story of why growing up is a hard thing to do sometimes.

The lyrics say: “I’m going to on this world/I’m going to make you love me/if you let me/if you let me/if you let me” sung in tandem it shows the like mind of the two songwriters. Every song is just as much felt by JP as it is Chrissie. There aren’t any petty disagreements or empathy for the other. On Fidelity! Jp and Chrissie are one and the same.

The two of them chatted with the audience adding a great deal of humor to the rather humorless chunk of music.

The set of live songs were all gorgeous and painfully honest. The whole of Fidelity! being a story in which two people are forced to understand that they cannot be together because of the age difference between them. The woman is painted as “Past her prime” (a line which sparked some surprised audience reaction and “she wrote it!” as a response from JP Jones) and the man described as a “perfect lover but, he’s only half my age”.

The entire album is of this sort of thing, the realization that it isn’t going to work between this two characters (are they Hynde and Jones?…probably) but, what sets this apart from a normal ‘I wish I could have you but, I can’t’ story is that the two decide to take their love in a different direction.

The word “Son” and “Lover” comes up so much, it’s PAINFULLY clear that they came
to a choice when they said “Hey we can’t be lovers, let me take you under my wing son”

In words like my feeble minded vernacular it sounds somewhat perverse but, when you hear this album, start to finish and hear Hynde’s cooing versus JP ranting, you’ll know.

While JP Jones seems still somewhat embarrassed to admit that this is of any truth to his life Hynde seemed casually open about the failed relationship. Whilst introducing a song named “Never Drink Again” (A quote Hynde has used before) Hynde explained the original name of the song was going to be: “Never drink again, until the pub opens up” a sentiment apparently shared by the other two and much of the audience.

It was then that Hynde does what she does. There aren’t any words to describe it, it’s either some sort of fearless truth and insight of herself or some kind of over-the-top form of bullshit but, Hynde says that she’s stopped drinking because when she does she becomes a “Cunt”.

At the sheer utterance of the ‘C’ word the entire audience gasped and moaned in disapproval but, Hynde got defensive of the choice of words. “No it’s true, he knows it. When I drink I go to the dark side”

It’s that kind of honesty (?) that fills the album, listeners will be treated to an unabashed version of their view on this tragic situation and the audience can decide if their even doing the write thing. Sure the two of  them can write a song but, what will this love affair yield at the very end? Is Fidelity! the ultimate love story or a musical tribute to the mistakes we make when we fall in love and can’t climb our way out?

Whatever it is, Rockwood Musical hall was able to get a glimpse of it. Filled with humor, fun and the passionately played out lyrics, it was hard not to get totally sucked into Fidelity!’s world. A wave of uneasy apprehension filled the room as the words: “I wish I could have met you in a former life, or seen you in a future time” Heartbreak plainly laid onto our laps with no real solution in sight.

Fidelity! is everything and nothing at the same time. Its what you WANT from an artist and yet it has no solution to its story, we’re told from the first lyric how this game is going to be played before our eyes and in the very end we still see they had not lied.

The concept of their love not being able to grow the way they want is complicated but, they treat it as a simple inconvenience. The human mind will baffle at it and enjoyed being toyed with.

Fidelity! is a complicated, perplexing view of simplicity and common sense.

As harsh as an acid and soothing as a base.

Tuesday August 10th New York City, SoHo.

After the events at the Rockwood musical hall the night before, I couldn’t pass up the chance to see the band again at the Apple store in SoHo. A free event that was set up for the store.

There’s not much to say here, they did 5 planned songs and revealed that management or Apple or some other power that be wouldn’t be allowing them to do anymore. But after some coaxing from the audience they unveiled an even NEWER song in a catalogue of new songs. Hynde explained the song is going to be released as a Christmas EP and the band had to take some time to remember how to play it but, when it was all over, the song was a beautiful christmas ballad.

Restricted by time and the store the SoHo appearance wasn’t the same glimpse into life ala Jones/Hynde but, a showcase of good songs.

I shouldn’t have to type this but, if you aren’t convinced that you should rush out and find the nearest performance by Jp/Chrissie and the Fairground Boys at this point of the review then simply don’t go. You’re not alive probably.

Fidelity! is NOT a Pretenders album and one shouldn’t convince themselves that the band will play Pretenders songs or have any Pretenders sentiments whatever. This is all new, and as real as it gets. Hynde hasn’t ever really let her audience down and Fidelity! is among the best music she’s ever put out.

Walk don’t run.

The Setlist for August 9th was:

If You Let Me

Fairground Luck

Meanwhile

Your Fairground

Leave Me If You Must

Misty Valleys

Australia

Never Drink Again

Skinny Love (not performed)

You’re The One (not on the album)

Perfect Lover

Fidelity

Portobello Road

Murder in My Heart

an encore included

If You Were My Age.

The Setlist for August 10th was:

If You Let Me

Fairground Luck

Never Drink Again

You’re The One

Your Fairground

An Encore included:

It Must Be Christmas

JP. Chrissie and the Fairground Boys will be back in NYC on September 25th 2010 at Irving Plaza. Tickets on sale now

On Dreams

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 19, 2010 by thenewserials

Fantasy, Reality? Whose being picky anymore?

I swear I was thinking about this blog post before I saw Inception be-that-as-it-may, you may or may not see some influences from the movie. Whatever seems similar is pure coincidence.

Much like headaches aren’t a normal event in my mind because of the dual (dueling) personalities in my mind, sometimes dreaming is an interesting event in itself. Not all the time though, most of the time of the dreams are banal and of standards pseudo-creativeness but, everyone once in a while sometimes I’ll have a dream that will even somewhat amaze me.

The other day I had a dream about something that I can’t fully explain but, in the dream I was rejected and blame for something that wasn’t my fault, and in a very cinematic fashion I walked off and an orchestra started  playing in the background. Nothing amazing there but, the odd thing was that when the music started playing I, in the dream started thinking of more music. So as this invisible orchestra was playing my walking off music, I was thinking of more, different music.

An odd thing that hasn’t happened to me before in a dream. It was if, for once, the two people in my mind were working quasi-together. Even though music was conflicting it was most certainly as if there was two things happening at once.

When I was young dreams used to be the place where all my wants would come true, around the conception of  ‘Bryant’  they started becoming a place where I would see all the things I didn’t understand, like or believe. I’ve died in my dreams several times, each more unspectacular than the last. There’s nothing like death but, even more depressing is  an uneventful one, or one ironic in circumstance. Something like an ill-fated joke gone wrong, I wake up thinking that my life might be a really strange joke with a non-halarious punch like…like anything Dane Cook says.

I’ve also a series of dreams within dreams, which I think bothered me the most. I suppose Inception did bring this back to my recent memory but, a year or two back I was being troubled by this terrifying nightmares that would keep me up at night and make it hard for me to go to sleep at night. In the most vivid one, I was sleeping alone in my room (the severity of the dream is always determined by the proximity to my room, if it’s in the city, it’s scary, if it’s in the building it’s terrifying, if it’s in the apartment it’s horrifying but, if it’s in the room it’s downright demonic. I mean what sensible person dreams of their own room? Dreams are for escaping not, second hand experiencing.) and suddenly this person begins talking to me and then a moment later begins to scream at the top of its supernatural lungs and pushes me into the bed at its full force.

The sheer volume of the screaming and the force of its pushing me into the bed was so horrifying that it eventually woke me up. Of course when I woke up, the same thing happened again in the same way and now I felt as if I couldn’t trust my own mind, eventually waking up in my bed in the exact same way I would have in the dream.

Usually I forget these things and settle in the quiet anger of my original, skewed psychosis. I don’t believe I’m capable of daydreaming, I consciously ignore and blame it on such but, to think that I actually could be so lost in a thought that my surroundings become blurry in terms of focus. not with two personalities in my mind, one is always looking around, I’m afraid if I ever did daydream I would be stuck, because it would be giving priority over one personality and I don’t think it would ever be willing to let go.

But honestly whose to say what’s a dream and what’s not? Maybe typing this blog is all an elaborate illusion of my brain, giving something to do. Maybe my real life is that ethereal, unfocused world in which I’m constantly berated and die, sounds terrible but, sometimes it’s nice to somewhat all-powerful. Sometimes it’s nice having the ability to look at the world in a totally creative way, without the boundaries of physics.

But that’s probably too much to ask for.

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Review: Inception

Posted in Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 16, 2010 by thenewserials
Inception poster

Christopher Nolan Strikes Again

This day Two Years ago, I was eagerly awaiting the release of The Dark Knight. I was obsessed, fanatic, you name it I was it for Christopher Nolan’s new installment to the Batman series.

This year I wasn’t as excited for Inception. One could call it a quiet excitement, there was nothing that could convince me that this film wouldn’t be good. But there was nothing that would have convinced me it was going to be as amazing as it was.

Apparently written by Nolan when he was sixteen, Inception is a crime thriller revolving around stealing secrets from someone’s subconscious in their sleep. Cobb, played by Leonardo Dicaprio is the lead criminal to use the technique of stealing from dreams.  Plagued by a past that becomes more apparent as the film goes on, he is offered a way out if he can perform an ‘Inception’ successfully.

‘Inception’ is pretty much the same as stealing secrets from the mind during sleep but, instead it revolves around implanting a thought into the mind and allowing it to mature as if the victim thought of the plan themselves.

I won’t post any spoilers but, from there the movie gets complicated, a fair warning should be put in to effect here. If you aren’t planning on paying attention 100% of time during Inception then you should forget going to the film at all. Nolan’s masterful epic, insist that the entire audience be into the moment of the film at all times. Forcing you as the viewer to think constantly about the actions, ramifications and simple logistics of what’s happening on-screen.

That being said, everyone won’t enjoy Inception just as people had complaints that The Dark Knight was too complicated, Inception is far more complicated and a movie, seemingly, designed to make the viewer think before, during an after the film.

The acting in the film is solid, which is normal for Nolan. Knowing how to pick his actor’s and exploit their strong points whilst pushing them in new directions, you find yourself easily involved in the relationships of the characters in Inception.

Dicaprio is great as the scarred Cobbs as well as Joseph Gordon Levitt is a great addition as his partner ‘Arthur’. Ellen Paige is acceptable is as the moral compass: Ariadne and Ken Watanbe, Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy are, all three, perfectly cast as Saito, Eames and Robert respectively. There’s not much else to say other than they play the parts with the edge that’s needed by the vulnerability that’s essential to make their plight seem reasonable.

The construction of the movie is confusing, and probably done so on purpose. The more confusing the audience feels the situation is the more acceptable it is to understand why the characters are stuck in the situation that their in. Taking place in several layers of dreams Inception dares to be bold in its ideas. Unafraid to dumb itself down for the masses, in continually builds itself up to a behemoth that can only be awed at in the end.

The movie is presented as a visual movie, its something to be SEEN. Often times people say: “this book would make a great movie” or “This movie would have been a great book” but, Inception was clearly meant to be a film. Not in the same way that blockbusters like Avatar and The Last Airbender need to be superficially seen, Inception‘s heart comes from the depth of it’s goal to be an instrument of visual story. Though there is ming boggling CGI in the film, it’s really some of the less obvious moments that stick out of my mind, such as two different reflections of one character in a mirror, A van falling off a bridge, A freight train careening down a busy city street, or simply the last image of the film. These sights are awe-inspiring because of their reasonings for being there, not solely for the aesthetic pleasure the eye receives. It’s refreshing to know that Christopher Nolan sees his world in such a way and isn’t reduced to adding pretty shots for the sake of filler, no, EVERY shot in Inception feels as if it’s purposeful and mandatory to get the story across.

Hans Zimmerman’s score is perfect and doesn’t replicate itself as being ‘Batman-esque’. Zimmerman is able to completely dive himself into the world and bring it up in music. As an owner of many film soundtracks I often say, for the best soundtracks that the score tells the story on the screen perfectly and leads the scene forward but, Inception is a welcome change. The score follows the story and the visuals, creating an audible guide-track for you musical senses to follow as you’re being thrust into a world that is defined in such detail that it arguably does EXIST in reality while it is being shown.

While everything is wonderful in Inception nothing outweighs Nolan. The acting, the visuals, the music, it’s all masterful but, doesn’t begin to touch the sheer awe of Christopher Nolan’s mind. Everything falls second to the knowledge that this man was able to think of the story and projected into a film of such high quality. It’s smart without being pretentious, fun without being campy and adventurous without being daft.

Nolan has all his wits about him and scenes like the fight in the hotel hall will show you that he is one in a million. Sure visually we have seen this sort of thing before in films like The Matrix but, we have yet to see it with such purpose that knowing WHY it’s happening is just as enjoyable as seeing the action being done.

I could gush on and on about Inception but, there’s no need. Those who know Christopher Nolan’s work and enjoy him know their in for a ride and those who don’t haven’t bothered to experience his full-house of film credits yet and deny themselves.

Inception is a glorious feat of intense, immense and refined talent and Christopher Nolan rightly earns my pass for ‘viewing without knowledge” meaning he could tell me his next movie was about the painted lines on the street and I would first in line with an ear to ear Grin on my face.

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On Headaches

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2010 by thenewserials
Headaches

The Universe Swells.

Sometimes, as my mind is simultaneously thinking about what’s about to happen and what has already been done, I am subjected to headaches.

When this happens, I’m almost totally paralyzed. Yes, a headache to the two minds is like breaking a leg on the one body. Everything stops, I can’t focus, I groan a lot and nothing seems to satisfy me. Even worse today is a cloudy day, the lack of sunlight is really effecting my mood.

Though I’m still in the same state of gratuitous wallowing, the situation seems more bleak and unforgiving today. It’s dark in here but; turning on  a light will knock me to the ground in a fit.

I think Headaches may just be the other part of my brain trying to gain dominance. Sometimes I can hear ‘Bryant’ speaking loudly about things I’m doing right or wrong. As of right now he’s yelling at the television about Jay Behar’s battle with a co-host on the View.

The strange thing is that whenever I get a headache it’s always on the right side of my head, and the muscle hurts. Bryant insist that if it’s a tumor I should name it “Bryant” accordingly. I find that ridiculous, how could I pass up the chance to call my tumor Ahnold?

In the tagline of this blog It says that there’s a universe in my mind, and there is. It’s large and inhabited by an infinite amount of subjects. When the headaches occur I lose track of the different provinces of the universe, when the headache leaves its a manic search for the misplaced ones.

Entire story ideas, lost or misplaced. I’ll be thinking about the Novel and people I knew Maxi Abahlluh from the first grade will suddenly appear talking about the events of 1993.

It’s a complicated matter and It all leads to a lot of sorting out at the end, during the headaches sometimes there’s construction and there’s a whole new city or town in the universe. One more thing to keep track of…ugh.

I hate these things

By the way what kind of self-respecting man can do what Tyler Perry does. I understand getting black actors to work but, making them look like Buffoons with unimaginative, unoriginal and sophomoric scripts is not the way to go.

Anyway, I had a thought I was going to put down but; I got distracted about James Brolin talking about belly dancing kids. oh yeah:

I watched Jaws yesterday, one of my favorite films, Robert Shaw is amazing, just one of the finest under-appreciated actors. His monologue about the U.S.S. Indianapolis is the kind of thing director’s dreams are made of. And Speilberg…I’m not  a big Speilberg fan, I enjoy a good portion of his movies but; I don’t see anything wildly amazing in his director.

Jaws however; breaks that train of thought, there are some amazing visuals and techniques used in Jaws and even though I’ve seen it a good amount of times, I’m always surprised by what I see.

Ugh, by the severity of this beating in my mind, the Donald Trump of my mind is building another tower.

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From The Minds of a Cereal Killer: On Writing a Novel

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 12, 2010 by thenewserials

Let me preface this with: I’m Lazy.

Trying to write this novel has been something akin to getting into a relationship with a person who is perfect one day and then totally wrong the next day. I tried the forceful ‘write everyday’ approach but, that didn’t bring me any pleasure. Now I’m, seemingly, on hiatus from writing the novel. I haven’t written since about the time I was in school and I feel content with not writing until I go back.

there’s something about writing that I just can’t get into if I’m not in the mood. The words will be in my mind but; they won’t come out the right way and so instead of putting out something forced and contrived I prefer not to put anything out at all. When I used to write by hand I would always do it when I was supposed to be doing something else. I wrote in school all the time during class, so much so that it got me into trouble. Sometimes I would write on the train but; I would rarely ever write when I was at home. There was something about sitting in my own apartment and writing that seemed perverse to me, especially if my mother was home. I felt like I was masturbating or something of the like while she was around, it was something I didn’t want her to see.

When I started typing on the computer I found that I had somewhat of a 180. I could suddenly write at home with my mother home (so long as she didn’t cause a constant distraction) but, I would write by hand and then transcribe later, writing the same thing twice NEVER appealed to me.

Now I write in school again just not during class time (well maybe sometimes) and I find I’m able to write a little more thoroughly that way. Still I can’t write for a long duration of time, it takes me quite a bit of time to write a page or two and when I’ve used up the creative juices they’re gone for the day. However the two pages that I get down I’ll be proud of and ultimately will be a good product.

Now the challenge is to get motivated more often, the feeling of plowing through a section of the novel is extremely gratifying but; equal to the horrid, wretched failure of not being able to look at the novel without feeling some sort of dread.

And even though I can’t write every day the story is constantly going on in my head, scenes play continuously, backwards, forwards in slow motion, sped up. I see every ounce of the story in my mind in vivid detail. It’s both amazing and terrible because I can experience the greatness that I’m about to create but; sometimes I simply just cannot place what I see on the paper.

The images run perpendicular to my thoughts so I’m able to think and imagine the story at the same time. It’s rare (extremely so) that I’ll be lost in a trance thinking about the story and not be aware of my surroundings. I can look at the halls of my college and be equally aware of where I am as well as see the halls as any given location in the novel.

It’s like having two TVs in your brain playing different programs at once, both at the same volume and image resolution. Every so often I can see the novel world in front of my eyes but; the images gets stuck as if its missing a piece of a reel. When that happens I’ll often act out the scene playing out whatever characters I have to find what’s most effective and natural. This could go on from a couple of seconds to about fifteen minutes. I’ll talk to myself in the inflection of each character, and i’ll do it several times, over and over until I feel I’ve gotten it right. Of course sometimes this’ll draw the stares and strange questions from stranger who don’t understand what’s going on but; that only helps me put the characters into the real world.

I live in NYC so I take public transportation most of the time but; when I am able to ride in a car to go somewhere and I get out on a highway my mind will completely go into a comparison mode. The peaks and valley’s of the terrain around me become structures in my novel and at any given point I’m able to recall the image, almost perfectly to transcribe.

The ultimate problem is that I’m not able to write as quick as I can think. At any given point of writing this novel I’ll be planning out events that happen two-hundred or three-hundred pages in the future and because I’m not there when I’m writing  I find myself disinterested or dissatisfied.

I have similar problems with screenplay writing and blogging and it’s important to note that nothing I have ever written has come out to my total approval, not even in this blog. Before I start writing I have a particular way I want everything to sound but; when It’s on the page it isn’t the same thing.

There’s more to this and as I write I’ll continue to detail the problems and the joys of writing.

In the meantime please feel free pass this blog on to someone who might not have a chance to read it and feedback is ALWAYS appreciated.

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Vers le bas avec la monarchie! l’assujettissement du Roi James!

Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2010 by thenewserials

Lebron James…

Just another cog in the systematic nonsense that the American media has to be, hopelessly obsessed with. In the midst of a failing economy, two wars, racial tensions in the southwest and the nations biggest oil disaster of all time, the news is flooded with the reports of who Lebron James will sign with for the upcoming NBA season.

And even though it’s been said an overwhelming amount of times, I can’t help but; exclaim: “Who the Hell Cares?!”

It’s hard for me to imagine, as a reasonably intelligent person, that anyone, even Basketball fans, cares this much about Lebron James. “King James” as he’s called: has been flooding my news stations for the past two weeks with his mulling over what team he’s going to join now that he’s a free agent.

And at first I would say: here we go again, the media is being a twelve-year-old fanatic again but; then ‘King James’ decided he’s going to hold an hour-long event to announce what team he’s going to.

I mean, how pretentious can you get? To think that there are people in the world who take themselves that seriously. Have people forgotten that (despite the fact that he may be good at what he does and that he may be a nice person) he’s only a basketball player? Maybe that sounds a little harsh but; it’s the truth. He’s a basketball player, he will in no way enrich the world with technology or ideology, he won’t find the cure for a disease, he won’t stop wars or rid the gulf of oil. He gets paid millions for throwing a piece of rubber through a hoop.  There’s already something perverse about that last statement but, that’s the kind of sick world we live in. Teacher can barely afford to live in the richness of NYC but, Lebron James can be offered millions with the support of such renown and prestigious artifacts such as Jay-Z, Mayor Michael Bloomberg and others, to potentially come to the city and win (or lose) some games of basketball.

At the end of the day however; someone has refused to take off the 3D, alternate reality glasses. While the world is somewhat wasting away and people are dying of hunger, famine, disease and war. While innocent marine life is being extinguished by BP’s catastrophic oil spill and their simple-minded solution to BURN the oil off (effectively burning all the wildlife trapped in the slipper slick) people are OBSESSED over James’ act of loyalty or treachery.

There are so many ethical oddities in this case of James I don’t even know where to begin. The first would be the designation ‘King James’. Now, as you may know already, I’m not religious  but; it seems very moronic to compare a basketball player with no real discernible credits to advancing the world, to King James.

Now if he was going to slam dunk a basketball into the gulf, effectively separating the oil from the water then I would be all for this. Hail King James if he could do that.

This also highlights one of the many reasons why I hate sports in the first place. On the surface it seems like an outlet for teamwork and camaraderie but; let’s face it, that’s only when you’re contracted to be that way.

James was discovered in Akron, Ohio (we all know how much amazing talent comes from there!) and played for Cleveland and became the pride and joy of a state and city, that has been in desperate economic and social follies for quite some time. And now his aspiration to win some championships has him leaving his home and the people who have been the most loyal and proud of him. It’s a deception that at the very least seems just sad and at the very worse seems purposeful and spiteful. Sure he’s not obligated to stay but, everyone else wants you because you can be used to make them better, your home wants you because your one of them.

And what does this mean now? Now he can play for a new team and make more money, to buy fancy cars that he won’t have time to drive, expensive watches to ignore when he’s late for practices and box seats at the greatest stadiums to watch concerts of artist he doesn’t even really like and can’t see because he’s so high up.

Ah, to live a life of unnecessary luxury, to be cooed by the soft sound of all the dollar bills you can’t spend, rubbing against each other as someone else working two jobs is forced to foreclose on their mortgage because the economy has double dipped.

I often wonder if the second coming actually happens, how will the media approach it? Will it be breaking news? Will my precious auto-toned songs of ‘Glee’ be interrupted?

I’ll probably never know but, if Jesus Christ is coming back I hope he doesn’t do it during a Lebron James Special.

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