Simenskij, A Subnote to "Music in My Head" and Bureaucracy
First of all, I'd like to welcome my new partner in crime at this blog, my friend Simenskij. He has already started contributing, that is, already started writing his posts which will be available shortly. I've heard the first thing he'll be trying to get a new perspective on, is the letter "A". Fascinating.
Then my subnote to one of my previous posts, "Music in My Head". I have continued pondering this question, what music really is, and I've made some startling discoveries. The main thing I'd like to make a point of, is also shortly mentioned in the lyrics to the song "Let's Get it Started", by Black Eyed Peas, where the following is said:
"We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect. Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition."
Truly captivating. When looking at the lyrics more closely, although I don't deem that necessary, it's quite clear what I'm getting at. A song can't be empty. A lot of singers, artists, rappers and whoever else who writes lyrics, write "empty" songs. A song should mean something, put things in a broader perspective, broaden listeners' horizons and
make a difference. If it doesn't, it has no real reason for existing, no reason for being written, much less sung. And much less listened to. In certain cases a song can achieve this just by using rhythm, a melody, or even a special beat, but this is rare. Usually the author's main instrument is the lyrics, in which he should instill all the purpose and meaning available without being too common or conventional. As the lyrics above say: "break away from tradition".
Last I'd like to lash out at the world's aggravating bureaucracy, but I see there's no use. It'll probably haunt me for the rest of my adult life, so I should probably just capitulate. Resisting is futile.
Senioritis, Russ, and Marriage
Ahh. What a couple of weeks! And it's not all good, might I tell you. First of all, my mom got married! Can you believe that? Married! And seeing as there are some rather sad (and/or tragic, depends on how you see it) circumstances, I don't feel like commenting it. All the world (that beest thou, my confidante) needs to know, is that my mom got married. And then I conveniently change the subject.
I was bit by the devilish senioritis-bacteria a couple of weeks ago, and that's a couple of weeks before the actual, permitted, "time of senioritis", or the Norwegian celebration called "Russ", kicked in. But I had all the exams I was supposed to, though with a rather diverse outcome. The Norwegian exams I got back today, and now I'd like the teacher to animalize, break down, corrupt, crumble, debase, debauch, decay, decline, decompose, degenerate, demoralize, deprave, descend, deteriorate, disimprove, disintegrate, fester, go bad, go downhill, languish, molder, perish, putrefy, retrograde, waste away, and wither in the worst place imaginable. He's the kind of teacher who doesn't know what the heck he's talking about and still doesn't want to even consider your point of view, and who just sees your name on the top of an essay and grades it before he's even read it. While drinking wine, don't forget that, and then he tells the whole world afterwards, just how freakin' drunk he got the same weekend he was supposed to grade our papers. OOOH, that man annoys me so bad I can hardly control what I want to write about him. But before I write something in the direction of something that's slanderous or libelous, I'll leave it at that.
Okay, I was talking about "Russ". This wonderful, Norwegian celebration when you're hardly expected to show up at school, or much less pay attention when you do, and when you get to go to parties (can be compared to graduation parties) in the middle of the week and when you get to do as many pranks as you want to get different knots in the band on your "russ"-cap. It's all connected to the national day, May 17th, and then there's a whole parade for all the "Russ" in addition to the children's parades. Jolly fun. Truly.
I think that's about it. I'll keep you updated on the grades of my exams and stuff, and then I'll go and be irresponsible. See ya!
