Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

my masochistic love affair with nostalgia


     The concept of nostalgia is something that has embellished and haunted my sense of remembrance for quite awhile. Dating back to 1668, it's been referred to as a mental disease, homesickness, and now simply as a sentimental longing for the past. I refer to it, however, as the unexpected contemplation of wonderful memories of my simple "childhood" which make me feel like shit about my current situation (I say this in the most dramatic way possible of course) as a maturing woman.
     It's really fucking weird, when some sort of sensory thing triggers an encounter with a vivid depiction of a time or a person or a place.. Rather abruptly you are taken back to this segment of your life which appears as a distorted blur of happiness. If only you could abandon the present and wallow in the past which, with the ticking of the clock, has transformed into a very abstract memory. This overwhelming feeling, "nostalgia", is what I am talking about and we all know it quite well.
     But lately as nostalgia appears as a close and comforting old friend, I am struck rather abruptly with the notion that I am yearning to be in this moment that I don't think I fully appreciated at the time.
    One way I look at it is that sometimes in life we spend a great deal of time "searching" for these ravishing moments where we are I guess, content, fulfilled, happy. We finally get a little dosage of this, but due to the distractions of bul shit which interrupt the peace of our bodies and our minds, we forget to fully appreciate them. They immediately vanish and are forgotten about. However, time passes and one day we are are greeted by a distinct smell, old photos lost on our computer, the vibrations of an old favorite song, or we spontaneously find ourselves back at a distant location, all little details that seem like portions of our past lives- but  suddenly we are forced down this path way of reminiscence, we start to miss it a little, get a little sappy, maybe a little upset, this is nostalgia.
     Whether you look at it as brief mental time travel or reminiscing on the days gone by, this "feeling"  forces us to see our past as seductive and intriguing, yet often times it leaves us with an eerie gleam casted over our lives which we cannot seem to stop dwelling on.
      Looking back on my past years of adolescence- the friends I had, the humble places where we killed time, the "things" we did that managed to bring us all together- I remember it as a blur of euphoria, it all appears rather picture perfect- and naturally I am filled with this "longing for the past,". But contrary to these romantic memories floating about in my mind, things really weren't so picture perfect. It is just nostalgia allowing me to remembering these fragments of the past with these glasses of optimism and idealism.
     But why is that? According to various research, your mental, emotional and neurophysiological states define specific moments in your life, but as you look back on it it's not even possible to put yourself back in the same mental state you were in before, SO as you change, so does the way you perceive this memory, altering it's emotional representation. Professor David H. Sanford (1979) described nostalgia as "positively toned evocation of the past, the nostalgic experience is infused with imputations of past beauty, pleasure, joy, satisfaction, goodness, happiness, love", and this is EXACTLY what makes remembering so god damn seductive, alluring, and romantic.
      In whatever way we are affected by the traces of time or however progressing neurophysical states alter our memories, nostalgia allows us to remember the past in the most picture-esque light, and whether it truly was that way at the time, doesn't really matter. All the time people recall portions of the past as "the good ol' days, the happiest days of their lives", but it couldn't possibly of been that simple. Perhaps we'll say the same when we look back on these times, with our distorted hazy blurry blissful optimistic glasses of nostalgia and remember everything beautifully.
And really, that is comforting enough.
                   

art by Lara Edwards


With that being said I really want to have a playlist centered around this because music has been the most nostalgia inducing thing for me, but that is very personal so I can't put up a FEEL NOSTALGIC PLAYLIST, because that is something you have to do on your own. however, I can make a playlist that tries to embody a nostalgic vibe which is basically that whole bitter sweet pensive thing/ or in other words what I'm trying to do which is, 
i'm stoked about being sad about stuff


photo by Cheli Veloz

   
art by Lara Edwards


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Monday, September 2, 2013

passing fascinations: galaxie 500

This is my first of hopefully many "passing fascinations". Due to life, I have struggled with finding the time and sometimes the motivation to stay ceaselessly devoted to this little blog. However, posting to it is something that I really enjoy. Often times, one simple post will turn into an extensive piece of writing, a huge collaborative effort, or anything else that embodies my obsessively thorough virgo tendencies. "Passing fascinations" is my quick and brief way of sharing the various little fixations which color my daily world. Once or twice a month I will post an album/song/or band I've been listening to, a book I read recently, an article, or any other little thing I find interesting that doesn't need a detailed description/ reflection to go along with it.

GALAXIE 500
  • 1986-1991
  • formed in cambridge, massachusetts, met in new york city at dalton high school, all attended harvard university together (holy shit) 
  • genre: dream pop, slowcore (they signaled the shoegazer and slow core movements of the 90s) 
  • band members: drummer: damon krukowski vocalist/guitarist: dean wareham bassist: naomi yang
  • identified influences: jonathan richman and the velvet underground (all hail) 
  • dreamy, enigmatic, eerie, slow moving, ambient
^ALL IMPORTANT TO KNOW, BUT HONESTLY JUST FUCKING LISTEN TO THEM 



"Today" is their first album and was released in 1998 under Aurora Records. "Flowers", the first tune, and "King of Spain" (skip to 36:32 if you are impatient) are my favorite favorite song on this album, makes me feel warm as shit on the inside, I can't get enough of this record right now. ah.


"When new bands play guitar music heavy on reverb and slow in tempo-- a combination that drapes tunes in a sublimely druggy dream-pop haze-- I can be slow to embrace them. It's not that there isn't plenty of good music in this vein being made. It's that one band, 20 years ago, did this sound so well and with so much personality, they set a difficult standard for newcomers to meet." -pitchfork talking about galaxie 500 read the review of their short but very influential career here



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Saturday, April 20, 2013

ode to mac demarco

     22 year old Canadian Mac Demarco's solo career of fucked up rock n roll and off-kilter pop began when a case of tonsillitis led to a series of "elvis like songs", recorded as a joke. However, Demarco's hazy but catchy tune Baby's Wearing Blue Jeans blew up on the internet, and despite the "creepiness" of his EP "Rock n Roll Night Club", it was promising enough to be picked up by Brooklyn based record label "Capture Tracks". Only six months later, he released his first full length album "2", proving that despite his raunchy shows and bizarre music videos, he is serious about making coherent, honest art without losing the immediacy and irony of his first demonic yacht rock album. 
With his slimy boulevard and groovy beach tunes, perfectly sealed with his organic guitar riffs and sleazy croon, Demarco has only been playing shows for a year, but has managed to create his own genre of what he calls "jizz jazz". Whatever that is, his fans are all for it and unable to find the same kind of groovy, greasy, sincereness anywhere other than within the messy mystique of his two diverse records.
 bassist Pierce McGarry,  drummer Joe McMurray, Demarco, and lead guitarist Peter Sugar 


On Friday April 5th Mac played a sold-out show at the Echoplex in Los Angeles, which I had the pleasure of attending. Demarco stood in the back selling cassette tapes & vinyls, "shooting the breeze" with his rather laid back fans. In my brief encounter with him, in which I desperately attempted to to keep my cool, he was down to earth & funny (in a none assuming way) as depicted in interviews. When he began his much anticipated set with "I'm a man" an overcrowded mosh of young Demarco enthusiasts went insane, contending that he indeed is the man. As the night continued, Demarco ceased to disappoint with his live renditions of tunes from his first album, and funky & heart wrenching depictions of his most recent album.
I took this picture during his final performance of "Still Together". Screaming his uniquely genuine and sentimental lyrics, the crowd basked in the joy of being in such close proximity to the source of the evening's epic exhibition. Echoes of "encore" filled the room as the band made their exit, followed by Mac who left the stage bare ass cheeks front & center.

Everyone then gathered outside, dripping of sweat; loosely falling onto each other, overcome by after-show-pains and speechlessness. Amongst the chaos, I couldn't help but contemplate the sentiment of the evening. The honesty, modesty, and overall potency of the show proved that his ever growing fan base and I have much to expect from him in the next few years.
Though many find themselves immersed in confusion, curiosity, and no idea whatsoever as to what Demarco is all about- it's evident that he is the real deal & is about to shit all over every hoax musician and authorial music journalist's face with his newfangled music. 



   


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