Archive for category Ａｂｏｕｔ

Look, I can’t keep up with everything. Yes, I’m reverting to some rando blogging. Maybe I’ll delete all the meta posts if I get the reviews going. Maybe this isn’t even a meta post. Maybe this is not even a blog. Is this even the internet? Yes…but…what if, man. That’s all I’m saying.

First, an apology. Back in this post I suggested the following:

Just jump in a stream and soak up something different.

I can’t believe I said that. I mean it’s just corny. Sorry.

We can’t dwell on it, there’s situations to assess. If 2010 felt like at least two years, March felt like at least three 2010s. This can’t go on. Things can always get worse of course, but the series of events has created a whole new kind of mental trainwreck in my trainwreck of a brain. If things even out (say, the world economy stops collapsing and Japan stops exploding) I think some good could come of it. And by good, I mean good for my brain/my own life in general. Sorry, again. That’s why it’s jimhaku.com, not greatestmusic.net, or even goo.d.rev.ie.ws …whatever. Fuck, I need to make a front page or something this blog is a joke. And speaking of jokes, I’m having a hard time taking myself uber-seriously with a name like Jim Haku. How is that gonna look in all caps on a hardcover? Shitty.

So fucked.

Bright side, right…yeah, well here’s how it’s worked: let’s say you’ve got your trains (of thought) going right off a damn cliff. Let’s say the train and the passengers and cargo and what not survive but are stuck at the bottom the cliff. But more trains keep coming. It’s just a pileup of carnage and it all stuck there. It’s intact but it can’t go anywhere. But it turns out the bottom of that cliff is really the top of an even bigger cliff. “Oh shit?” Indeed, but now the bottom of the first cliff is at least cleared out. “What does that even accomplish and that is a horrifying metaphor given the situation.” Point taken. But there’s just so many things I’ve been obsessing over that I can’t do anything about they’ve it’s like they’ve all canceled each other. Instead of having a complete breakdown where I’m just staring down at wreckage, I can think about things like track repair, schedule rerouting, maybe some new upholstery and even on-board refreshments. Is this a steam train or electric? I should find out. Steam or electric, fuck! Japan has goddamn magnet supertrains! Goddamn they are cool.

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Well.

I’ve not only dug quite a hole for myself, I’ve only got about an hour for this title be clever. (No hints.)

• I need to stop doing what I am doing in the way that I am doing it.
• The direction to go in is now forward.
• Japan will survive. I believe in the Japanese-American alliance.
• My first car was built in Hiroshima. (A Mazda. Right under the hood, it said.)
• Forget the list format for creating pseudo-profundity.

I’m wrecked. People are saying a lot of stupid things. I used to be a lot better at hating people. And believing nonsense. Sometimes it gets stuff done. I want to make certain things clear, but it seems less important than doing something, but there’s not much I can do. Everyone says stupid things, but it’s the beliefs under those things you have to change. Everyone needs to get smarter. Our time’s up.

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Sorry about all this. When I started out, writing this sentence, I figured it might go somewhere funny. I was wrong. But then I wrote another sentence, then another. And here we are.

I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about half the time and that’s when I’m talking about myself. I dunno what it is. All I’m trying to do is express my true self accurately in cold dead words on a computer screen; everyone else I talk to says it’s easy. The other day I was talking to Sammy, I mean Mark, you’d know him as Mark, Twain that is, I mean I go to his grave sometimes wherever that is and just talk, you know? And I don’t really expect an answer, but I’m like, “Why can’t I do this?” And he’s all like, “Fuck you, Rain Man.” Damn. That’s cold, Mark Twain. Just because you’re a long-dead, universally acclaimed literally genius does not make me a retard. But so many other things do, and this is the real problem. I scrambled myself. It was intentional. I used to know my limitations and tried to overcompensate in other areas. It wasn’t easy but it was working out. Then it was turned upside-down. I thought it had to be done. I followed the opposite of every instinct. Hijinx ensued. Fun was had. Unfun, had. Ok. We did that. Can’t be sustained. I’m ok with it.

I think there’s some middle way to go. I posted this thing over on tumblr it just a reblog like most of my posts lately (and an old one, have a bunch of reblogs saved as drafts to go through). So that’s the old Christgau doc I never saw till just now…I actually didn’t used to like him cause of a few bad reviews I didn’t agree with, but I get him a lot more now. That NYP asshole is used extremely effectively. How could you agree with that chode? Look at Christgau being all down-to-earth…great editing. Well, I should tell you that I don’t think I’m a video editor now, and I don’t think I’m Christgau because I’m quite delusional normally and can barely speak in a sentence of my own words.

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In the last post I referred the general shittiness of baby boomers continuing to dominate Rock well into the 21st century. It’s ironic since I’m seeing Motorhead in a couple weeks and I’m pretty excited. I almost couldn’t afford it. But it feels like The End. Lemmy is the last of the original rockers I care about and I’ve never seen them. So I can’t wait to not tell you about it. I decided a while ago I enjoy shows more when I have no expectation of myself to write it up. Wind up verbalizing in my head too much and looking for flaws. Sometimes I still take pics but haven’t been doing video. It really is way more fun to just let yourself enjoy the show in real time.

But anyway there’s this non-existent generational gap war that comes up and I get caught up in it myself a bit. I guess it’s Generation X/Y vs The Boomers and there just more of them and that’s all there is to it. Lemmy is almost the same age as my father which is weird cause my father is not into Rock at all, never was. Not that he’s uptight about it, it just wasn’t his thing. Maybe I can relate to Boomer Rock more than someone who had it pushed on them and had to rebel by rejecting it. (Rejecting rock by creating slightly different forms of rock is not much of a rebellion, but whatever.) When Lemmy goes and these other big bands that are still making money go, rock will still exist, like jazz still exists, but it’s hard to take it seriously as a major cultural force. It’s kind of ridiculous to keep using the same name for music that does not have the same energy anyway. But everything’s ridiculous.

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I need to heavily edit my flickr. I wish I was better at taking pictures in general. Taking that kind of picture is a special skill but the act itself went against by concept what I was doing with photography so I didn’t do it all for a long time. Which I guess is funny now. Most clubs wouldn’t allow it either. No record of some of those clubs even existing now. It’s depressing that there are some scenes or eras that are so heavily documented and others there’s nothing. The Boomers were much better at being clingy and nostalgic. You can’t get mad at Punk or whatever for sticking more the ideal than the artifact. If the ideal matters.

I haven’t seen the new Lemmy movie yet. I think this one (via Menche) is better. Lemmy’s interesting by himself and all but I think some people miss the point. I’m seeing Motorhead in what I’d call a mid-sized venue, which are usually the best shows but I wonder if more people went to see the movie about the thing than would see the thing itself.

I’m getting the new record so I’ll eventually review that. But I’m pretty bad at reviewing things.

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