Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Crisp!
Though I stream into psycho babble over the artistic states that we live in , I must profess that the mainstream is and has been under attack for a while now; the fight was under my nose the whole time.
You know there's a reason for the muddied mass to exist and thrive - the contrast allows the truth to been more apparent. The mass's diluted output is a cacophony of static that's carries its sound on the backs of drones into ears of the herd - an infected tickle that stimulates mediocrity into choreographed nod.
My problem is that the wack parades about as the originators of style and substance, be it musically, graphically or fashion wise. They prosper through lithographed endeavors while I see first hand Art on the grind - whittling away at the mass of inspiration that comprises the world(s) we inhabit, yet honoring that and those which have influenced our creative decisions.
When you live entrenched in battle, waking up to the smell napalm {$£¥} you forget that you're outnumbered, the "fight" itself becomes your companion - you are not alone. In the heat (or lack thereof) your vision becomes a tunnel and you only have eyes for the "enemy" - Fight mediocrity, admonish the plagiarizers of style - embrace the lunacy as you drift effortlessly against the grain...
Keeping the mainstream under attack: FRESHLY SERIOUS™ , Classic Example, Brettandthecity.com, http://www.outcastbilkerfilm.com, http://www.frolab.com, Smokin Shells by DJ Rasta Root, http://www.bohemioproductions.com/ , http://www.fusegreen.com
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
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