CosmicJocker

Like you, like Silas: an album to which I’m somehow connected.. That said, in the dark wave revival, Interpol are a cut above..

An album that would probably disappoint me today, but then again, I’d probably disappoint this album today as well..

I'm listening now, and I would say that that "active hypnotism" hits the mark perfectly. Always good stuff from you, and the good Jaki has always been a gargantuan dispenser of cosmic joy.

Your whole speech makes sense to us, and it makes a lot of sense, Zion... I can only tell you that, while it’s true I sometimes exaggerate with my "contortions" (and maybe this is one of those times), I don’t do it out of vanity (I’ve never believed that "culture" is necessarily or intrinsically something that helps to understand, assuming and conceding that I have any).

But if it’s true that man is an adaptive being, when I write a little page I try to adapt to the style of the record: this, for example, is very collage-like and therefore I tend to talk about it in fragments, associations that make sense to me but, of course, it’s not said that they make sense to others.

Do I risk being cryptic? Everyone risks it. When you talk about a record, you’re much more of a philologist than I am (you contextualize it, you cite the influences it has had and will have, etc., etc.), and therefore, you also draw from your cultural baggage (and in matters of music, yours is far superior to mine), and it’s not at all said that this makes it clearer.

When I talk about literature or theater, for example, I tend to do like you do when talking about music. But when I talk about music (perhaps precisely because I don’t have such a solid cultural background in that area), I tend to speak about it in "spur-of-the-moment shards."

Does it make sense? Who knows. For me, it does, but it’s absolutely understandable if someone finds it idle, hollow... Even irritating.

Of course, with unchanged esteem.

P.S.
My overly blunt statement came out because I was trying to interpret the modus operandi of the musician in question. I was trying to translate it by adapting, indeed, to the conceptual filigree that I believe I detected in the record: even the title "Songs about nothing" I think can at least partly justify this observation of mine.

I missed your pages written with powdered sugar... Hi lulù...

(ah, when I’m happy, I get the urge to tidy things up... Wash the floor, the bathroom...)

LP

Songs About Nothing | Jason Lescalleet | Erstwhile Records

But if you’ve only "heard" it, how can you say it’s worth watching? Tell me...

Well, in my opinion, if we really have to talk about Flaubert (even about this Flaubert who is not, for me, the best Flaubert), we need to take more responsibility...

(there you go, I haven't commented in months and I'm already going to be called a pain in the ass)

Nice, after a while, to read a page like this, here.. Then with the story of the little kittens' eyes you won me over.. You were a top player and you still are.

I have to say that I have Balaklava more in mind; anyway, bands like these are truly gems for your teeth...

Anyway, you always have very interesting records and movies, no doubt about it. I watched this after you posted an excerpt. It's true that in some cases you bend the work a bit too much to your "esoteric" purposes (the page on Kafka, for example), but I can't help but acknowledge that in other instances you hit the mark: here, for example, the third paragraph says it all (if one can ever say everything about a film like this). Personally, I was very fascinated by the tone of the voices (even more than what was being said): impersonal, distant, almost trance-like. Surrealism is fought (or surpassed, or deformed, or becomes something else) with other surrealism: true, and I’d say it applies a bit to all "isms." You made me think of Lautréamont, who chewed up the tools of symbolism to spit out mush that fought or surpassed or deformed it or, simply, went beyond.