Archive for May, 2008

on . the . long . winding . road

May 31st, 2008



o n . t h e . l o n g . w i n d i n g . r o a d

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“What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?”

- Jack Kerouac

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"The road goes ever on
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone
and I must follow if I can.

Pursuing it with eager feet,
until it finds some larger way.
Where many paths and errands may meet
and whither then? I cannot say."

- J.R.R. Tolkien

View On Black

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on creeping death

May 30th, 2008

Came across Lovecraft by chance; and followed a trail back to an old Metallica song.

It’s always interesting to find the sources of inspiration for artists, musicians, writers, and so on.

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”


In this case, Metallica seem to have found inspiration from Lovecraft‘s work across many songs. Lovecraft had an oddly disturbing way of looking at the World, perhaps no less real than the framework that I, or any of us, for that matter may use. Only thing is, he seems to be coming to the same conclusion from the other side of a looking glass.

Will explore his work more over this weekend, hopefully.

“The thing that should not be,” Metallica

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from father to son

May 22nd, 2008

stumbled across a live version of Dirty Day

It got me thinking of the progression of U2′s music. I don’t come from the Joshua Tree generation. My first introduction to U2 was the audacity and spectacle of Zoo TV and PopMart. Then you track back to Achtung Baby and Rattle and Hum, before you get to The Joshua Tree.

The idealism of The Joshua Tree seems to have been transcended, hardened (from “I’ll see you again, when the stars fall from the sky”; to “Still lookin’ for the face I had before the World was made”), melted away, and replaced with a (dual) infusion of pragmatism and despair (from One, to Gone) on the one hand, to the absurdism of Dirty Day, Mofo, or Lemon.

The progression from Achtung Baby, to Zooropa, to Pop seems to be that of the development of the son into the father, while still trying to remain the son. Neither here nor there, but with the burden of both roles.

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