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Sunday, August 19, 2007

"... nothing but three jerks playing the french horn and one asshole on drums..."

One of my issues with rock and/or roll is... the electric guitar. I don't much care for the sounds they typically make. Imagine, if you can, that you didn't care for the sound of the french horn. Now image that for nearly sixty years popular music--the music of your generation, your parent's generation, and your grandparent's generation--was nothing but three jerks playing the french horn and one asshole on drums. It would get to you after a while, right?
- Dan Savage


Awesome. Yeah, ok I'm a horn geek. But you gotta love the image.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Brooklyn Tornado Video

This was taken in Kensington just minutes after the tornado hit, so you can see the crazy weather, but they just missed the twister:





-from the Kensington Blog

And the aftermath:

In other news...

I ate bull penis last night:

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Tornado kicks Brooklyn's ass

Ok, so by now you've heard of the TORNADO that made Brooklyn its bitch early yesterday morning. This is funny, especially considering an earlier post of mine about being woken up in the middle of the night by cacophony. Well, yesterday morning Southwestern BK had its ass handed to it, and this is where I happen to live, thus my routine pre-dawn apocalyptic wake-up was a tad more apocalyptic than usual. I awoke to hear the fucking clash of the titans at about 5 in the morning. At first I was like, ok Matt this is no big deal, it's a storm - it's fine. Yeah, not so much... I eventually went in my living room and looked out the window and it was like that scene from Terminator 2 where Sarah Connor is imagining the H-bombs blowing through a playground. You remember that scene, right? She's at the chain link fence screaming as the children are turned to dust. Well, that was me. Except the chain link fence was the window in my living room and the children being blown to dust was a myriad of trash, branches, rain, and general debris blowing across Church Ave. A real WTF moment.

So I eventually think to myself, "yes, this is fucked up, but hey I'm sleepy, peace consciousness, I'm out" and I went back to bed, sleeping surprisingly well after.

Mellissa left at like 7:30 for work, only to return at about 8:30. Her report was of mass chaos at the subway station, hundreds of people on the tracks, freaking out and waiting for a phantom train that would never come. Trees fallen down all around the neighborhood, store signs broken, store-front windows busted in, and hundreds of people waiting for buses. Oh, and just a general level of trash and debris everywhere.

So I look outside: well....... so this is what the post-apocalyptic world looks like... Yeah it was crazy. All the trains stopped. MTA dudes on TV telling everyone to stay home. Cars stranded in floods in NJ and LI.

The tornado hit three neighborhoods the worst: Bay Ridge, Sunset Park, and Kensington (my neighborhood). I guess Borough Park was probably hit as well, but I don't think they have discovered electricity yet so who would know?

There is a nice little K-town shout-out on page two of the Times article. They mainly write about the corner of Church Ave. and Dahill, which is... wait for it... exactly where I live. They mention a pizza place whose sign was destroyed. That's Dahill Pizzeria, who actually just remodeled their place, sad. It's right across the street from me. The taped-off street they mention is Story, which is right outside my window. I feel special.

The neighborhood is still pretty messed-up. Branches and crap everywhere, several cars destroyed. But we can pull through, right? Oh wait, nobody who reads this lives anywhere near Kensington...

Saturday, August 4, 2007

The Misfortunes of Virtue

"It is essential that misfortune should suffer; its humiliation, its pains are among the number of Nature's laws, and its existence is useful to the general plan, as that of prosperity which crushes it; such is the truth that ought to stifle remorse in the soul of the tyrant or malefactor; let him not hold back; let him blindly deliver himself up to all the wrongs the idea of which arises within him; it is the voice alone of Nature that suggests this idea to him; it is the only way in which she makes us the agents of her laws. When her secret inspirations dispose us for evil, it is because the evil is necessary for her, it is because she wishes it, because she requires it, because the amount of crimes being incomplete, insufficient for the laws of equilibrium, the only laws by which she is ruled, she requires the former moreover for the completion of the balance; let him not therefore be frightened, or stopped, he whose soul is carried on to evil; let him commit it without fear, as soon as he has felt its compulsion: it is only by resisting it that he would outrage Nature."

-from Justine by the Marquis de Sade

I have been endlessly fascinated recently by de Sade's writings. They are essentially horrific, despicable, amoral, exploitative and incredibly unique, thoughtful and provocative. This novel is subtitled The Misfortunes of Virtue and it is more of a platform for his radical, even for now, philosophies, than a plot-based novel. It's somewhat of a bastardized version of traditional Socratic dialogue, with lengthy philosophical discussion between characters.

This passage is really interesting. He is arguing against Virtue; in fact the entire book is, as is obvious from the title, a full-on philosophic attack on the benefits of Virtue. Yes, it's real out. Several subtexts are interesting in this quote. The one that stuck out the most to me is the emphasis on the feminization of "Nature". Mother Nature of course is the derivation, but for a figure as misogynistic as de Sade to base the core of his morality, or should I say amorality, on the submission to an abstract notion of Nature that he excessively feminizes is very intriguing. Continually using the pronouns she and her is oddly provocative - especially given the tone: "because the evil is necessary for her, it is because she wishes it, because she requires it" - as well as because of the prolificity of de Sade's erotic literature, much of it involving S&M; the term sadism is named after him. De Sade believed that his only master was in fact Nature. A devout atheist, there are famous tales of his excesses and debaucheries involving various desecrations of religious symbols. How could such a man not sexualize the only authority figure he maintained any sort of deference to?

Although he makes very interesting points in this tirade - it is essentially an excerpt of a long monologue one of the characters gives in the hope of convincing Justine to abandon her Virtue and sleep with him - there is a crucial point of his logic that I disagree with.

In this passage he argues a now-common modern argument against excessive moralism:

"...let him blindly deliver himself up to all the wrongs the idea of which arises within him; it is the voice alone of Nature that suggests this idea to him..."

The idea is: if it is in our nature, then how can it be wrong? This is definitely a remarkable concept, more so for when it was written in 1791, but if you continue down that path of logic then the argument collapses by its own merit.

If the argument is that since Vice has always existed in Nature then it must be natural to pursue it, then couldn't you argue that Virtue is in fact natural as well? Virtue had to come from somewhere; it came from nature. It is in our nature to elude suffering just as much as it is to seek selfish gain, and somewhere back in our past we realized that we could reduce suffering by instituting rules and programs to try to teach and enforce behavior that would bring about less suffering for people. Whether this was, and is, successful is debatable, but impulses and desires on a macro level do not just form from society. The primal desire for safety is what created Virtue, just as it created the common behavior of living in packs, which was probably a precursor to organized enforcement of safety conditions.

That said, the passage, and much of the book, is endlessly thought-provoking. I would really recommend people checking out some de Sade. You have to have a strong stomach though, his writings themselves are extremely graphic and sadistic. I would say Justine is a good starting point. Don't do what I did and start out with 120 Days of Sodom, unless you are ready to start out with some ridiculously twisted writings.

Mafoo’s quote of the year

I'm at the Apple Store in Soho yesterday. I sit down for a minute in that little amphitheater place they have upstairs, half paying attention to the presentation the AppleClone is giving. It's on the new iPhone, which admittedly fucking rules. So he is closing his presentation and he, like totally, goes:

"So yeah, the iPhone is really incredible. I have one and it has totally changed my life.
It's better than learning Buddhism."

Wow. I mean... wow. Like, I've long thought that the Apple culture has been more and more resembling a cult. But this kind of takes it over the edge. It's becoming downright like scientology (ps. spell-check just flagged scientology because I didn't capitalze it... what is the world coming to?). I've been long creeped out by the droves of AppleClones at their various stores with their black shirts, fashionably tussled hair, their confident swagger that just shrieks "I'm a 2000's guy. I find my inner peace in a small metal contraption that fits in the palm of my hand.".

And yes, I'm a Mac owner. And yes, I fucking love their products, goddammit.

But seriously, fucking put a bullet in my head if I ever start acting like
this godforsaken abomination of mankind:

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