Basketcase

Dear Blory...

"Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

Sometimes i give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned"

Sigh.. almost every song reminds me of someone in some way or other. I am so freaking tired. Slept for abt an hour last nite before getting up to prettify myself for stupid bangkok quickie. Came back in the afternoon and started on my research. Sighh.. something tells me I might really have to bring a laptop to Paris to finish up my werk. Dammit....

Was reading some notes on Mass and popular culture. Here's some food for thought:

"... There is no real difference between material and cultural products, between the production of cars and the production of films. The standardised, formulais and repetitive products of mass culture are the results of the manufacture of cultural commodities by means of routine, specialised, fragmented, assembly-line forms of production. Art, for example cannot be produced in this way. The aesthetic complexity of true art, its creativity, its experiments, its intellectual challenges, cannot be realised by the techniques which produce mass culture. They rather depend on the complete opposite of mass production, the inspired genius of the individual artist working outside the constraints of the commercial market, and the tried and tested formulas and standard techniques of composition..."

Pardon the long blabbering.. but what it basically means is that we can either be a commercial sell-out, forsaking art and go into mass production, or we can embrace being different, being bold, and strive for "authenticity of its products".

Which path will you choose??

Alrighty! back to work!~ =/