I’m in a disconnected mood with my mind ambling around aimlessly. In lieu of putting anything structured or cohesive down on the page, I’m just gonna jot down some errant thoughts. Here goes:
A friend introduced me to Leon Bridges the other day. He sounds great, totally reminiscent of the soul/Motown era. The words “young Sam Cooke” have probably been uttered by any simpleton able to link words, sounds and names. People like me. He wears his influences on his sleeve, particularly the sleeve of his record. I’m the kind of Sam Cooke “fan” who has a best of and that’s about it so for my purposes, Leon Bridges is a welcome addition to the mp3 player. Here’s the thing, there’s no way that everything about his image and style weren’t 100% calculated. It’s almost cynical, right down to that faux distortion, 60s language (he’s not referencing the Gawker site when he says “jezebel”) and imagery in his videos. Does this hamper my enjoyment? Should it? Of course it doesn’t. I’m not beyond being marketed to. Hell, if I can enjoy Mad Men, why not a pop music rendition? It forms such a disconnect though, when people on message boards keep trumpeting off about the return of “real music”. Is this “real” music? What does authenticity even sound like these days when organic reach is no.1 on an artist’s to do list? Does it even matter if we know we’re being marketed to? Isn’t that part of the equation now? We just accept that we’re being sold something, buy into it and walk around spreading the message throughout our lives? Further organic reach? Dunno.
I heard a knock at my front door today. Thing is, my girlfriend and I were having sex at the time. Nobody desirable ever knocks at our front door and I certainly wasn’t interested in disrupting our fun time, so I left it. Who was it gonna be? A food delivery driver with dinner for the people upstairs or downstairs? Wrong door buddy, go around the back. A political or charity based fundraiser? An internet company looking for more customers? I had half a mind to answer the door naked, sweaty and erect. Here’s your organic reach. Still interested in disturbing my day? We’ll see who’s disturbed. Seriously though, if you’re not expecting someone, those are the only people who drop by these days. If it was a friend, you’d usually have established plans first. There’d be a text saying they were on their way or you’d have a time to expect them. People don’t just drop by to hang out. Unless I’m just a lonely sad sack and everyone else has constant company.
I’ve started putting my Halloween costume together and for the most part it’s pretty easy. Further complications have been dismissed due to the fact that I’m just skipping the tough parts of the costume because I’m lazy. For the most part it’ll look fine. The most difficult aspect involved a mask, but I found a great solution. It does involve a little stitching (or safety pins if I really can’t be bothered) and wearing a pair of leggings on my head, but that turned out to be a surprisingly effective idea. It still feels slightly odd to be wearing a pair of bottoms as a mask. What’s next? Gloves as shoes? Groin protectors as shoulder armour? Do either of these actually sound not that awful to anyone else? How else am I supposed to put together a Shredder costume?
I still don’t get if freestyle rapping is real. Are people really that quick witted? Or do people bring their own pre-made raps and curate it to the beat? Oooooooar is it a combination of some set rhymes and slick word association? I watched this clip of DonGlover freestyling like a Bomfunk MC and still don’t know. I’m aware he’s a super quick improviser, so I’m happy to buy in and be amazed. For all I know though it could just be an illusion. I want to believe, no doubt.
Anyway, that’s me for now. Peace out homies.