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Not liking someone quite as much as you do hardly qualifies as 'bashing'. |
typical irreverence
that's it keep the lie going keep going back to what you think your strong point may be typical ignorance |
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You must know, then, that the above-named gentleman whenever he
was at leisure (which was mostly all the year round) gave himself up to reading books of chivalry with such ardour and avidity that he almost entirely neglected the pursuit of his field-sports, and even the management of his property; and to such a pitch did his eagerness and infatuation go that he sold many an acre of tillageland to buy books of chivalry to read, and brought home as many of them as he could get. But of all there were none he liked so well as those of the famous Feliciano de Silva's composition, for their lucidity of style and complicated conceits were as pearls in his sight, particularly when in his reading he came upon courtships and cartels, where he often found passages like "the reason of the unreason with which my reason is afflicted so weakens my reason that with reason I murmur at your beauty;" or again, "the high heavens, that of your divinity divinely fortify you with the stars, render you deserving of the desert your greatness deserves." Over conceits of this sort the poor gentleman lost his wits, and used to lie awake striving to understand them and worm the meaning out of them; what Aristotle himself could not have made out or extracted had he come to life again for that special purpose. He was not at all easy about the wounds which Don Belianis gave and took, because it seemed to him that, great as were the surgeons who had cured him, he must have had his face and body covered all over with seams and scars. He commended, however, the author's way of ending his book with the promise of that interminable adventure, and many a time was he tempted to take up his pen and finish it properly as is there proposed, which no doubt he would have done, and made a successful piece of work of it too, had not greater and more absorbing thoughts prevented him. Many an argument did he have with the curate of his village (a learned man, and a graduate of Siguenza) as to which had been the better knight, Palmerin of England or Amadis of Gaul. Master Nicholas, the village barber, however, used to say that neither of them came up to the Knight of Phoebus, and that if there was any that could compare with him it was Don Galaor, the brother of Amadis of Gaul, because he had a spirit that was equal to every occasion, and was no finikin knight, nor lachrymose like his brother, while in the matter of valour he was not a whit behind him. In short, he became so absorbed in his books that he spent his nights from sunset to sunrise, and his days from dawn to dark, poring over them; and what with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits. His fancy grew full of what he used to read about in his books, enchantments, quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, wooings, loves, agonies, and all sorts of impossible nonsense; and it so possessed his mind that the whole fabric of invention and fancy he read of was true, that to him no history in the world had more reality in it. He used to say the Cid Ruy Diaz was a very good knight, but that he was not to be compared with the Knight of the Burning Sword who with one back-stroke cut in half two fierce and monstrous giants. He thought more of Bernardo del Carpio because at Roncesvalles he slew Roland in spite of enchantments, availing himself of the artifice of Hercules when he strangled Antaeus the son of Terra in his arms. He approved highly of the giant Morgante, because, although of the giant breed which is always arrogant and ill-conditioned, he alone was affable and well-bred. But above all he admired Reinaldos of Montalban, especially when he saw him sallying forth from his castle and robbing everyone he met, and when beyond the seas he stole that image of Mahomet which, as his history says, was entirely of gold. To have a bout of kicking at that traitor of a Ganelon he would have given his housekeeper, and his niece into the bargain. In short, his wits being quite gone, he hit upon the strangest notion that ever madman in this world hit upon, and that was that he fancied it was right and requisite, as well for the support of his own honour as for the service of his country, that he should make a knight-errant of himself, roaming the world over in full armour and on horseback in quest of adventures, and putting in practice himself all that he had read of as being the usual practices of knights-errant; righting every kind of wrong, and exposing himself to peril and danger from which, in the issue, he was to reap eternal renown and fame. Already the poor man saw himself crowned by the might of his arm Emperor of Trebizond at least; and so, led away by the intense enjoyment he found in these pleasant fancies, he set himself forthwith to put his scheme into execution. |
Don't worry Atari. You're actually quite cute when you get mad and start having tantrums.
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Wow, I'm gone for a bit and the comedy ensues.
Especially the wikipedia link the the philosophy of aesthetics as an answer to what is talent objectively. I'm sorry, but if you know anything about the philosophy of aesthetics you would know that there isn't any one objective answer. Hell, that's the very reason that it warrents a philosophy. Let me clue you in on an industry secret; philosophy only exists around issues where people know fuck all about it (theology, phenomenology, etc.) Please read the "post-modern" section of that link, particularly. |
I like Thurston and Lee better when it comes to rock electric guitar, but Jimi was certainly great in his day. Derek Bailey could arguably be considered a "better" guitarist too on the other end of things. Of course these qualitative rankings are ridiculous to begin with. Sure do love "1983, A Merman I Should Turn To Be" though...
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Blixa Bargeld is a considerably less technically able guitarist than Hendrix, but I'd rather listen to him any day.
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i think paul leary of the butthole surfers is more influential than jimi hendrix.
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^ more influential to me, at least
there's a time for drugs and there's a time to be sane and jimi hendrix makes love to marilyn's remains!! |
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creativity is NOT talent a talented carpenter is not the same as a creative carpenter. Talent is specific to a skill. the same applies for music. a person with talent but no creativity can still pull off a good musical performance of johnny B Goode for example. a person with creativity but no talent cannot do the same, although he could play you a crazy make-em-up that kinda sounded like johnny b goode. it would not be the same. everyone in sonic youth has admitted that they are NOT the most talented guitarists, but, like I said, they make up for it with inventiveness and creativity. Jimi Hendrix had BOTH |
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sorry, but this is just plain IGNORANT and i LOVE the buttholes. |
...it was a joke. i was joking.
though i do enjoy listening to paul leary more. |
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amen, amen. igzio tesahalane (lord have mercy!) |
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you got me! |
let's replace the words creativity and talent with ideas and technical ability. I believe that I have great musical ideas, but lack the technical ability to put them into action. This isn't because I lack the technical ability of someone like Hendrix because the ideas I have wouldn't require me to play like him anyway. My lack of technical ability stems only from the fact that I am unable to perform these ideas in a way that does justice to the idea itself.
The complexity of the idea determines the level of technical ability required to achieve it. But not all great ideas are particularly complex, and so complex technical ability is no barometer of greatness. Proof being someone like Yngwie Malmsteen. Jimi Hendrix was great because his ideas were great and his playing matched the idea. By the logic of my argument though, the same could be said of Dee Dee Ramone or Blixa Bargeld. This isn't to say that someone who has an idea to just thrash about on a guitar is great simply because they have the technical ability to do so. The idea itself is crap, so they as guitarists will never progress beyond crapness. |
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talent is not equivalent to technical ability. talent is a measure of how much you innately posses, thereby suggesting you would eventually, with practice, gain high technical expertise. no matter how much practice someone without talent does, they will never have the potential for ability that someone with TALENT has. jimi was stringing homemade guitars with wire and rubber bands, boxes and sticks, and playing tunes on them to his mother when he was younger than 5 years old, because of TALENT. Mozart was writing music from his head at age 7, because of TALENT. |
It's also true that talented types develop or break through technical practices in order to express their talent, so there isn't a definite formula when it comes to having talent. Also, one of the main problems I find with a lot of musicians, especially when they play live, is that they don't seem to have practiced on their instruments enough. True, there is the other route, the one where someone with great technical ability has no talent to back it all up, but so is the world of music.
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That's true. Being creative is not the same as creating talented works of art. It's easier than ever to create, but it's there for us to see and hear how little of talent is on offer. |
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You're right, but unlike technical ability, talent is unquantifiable. When we listen to Jimi Hendrix are we listening to someone with talent or someone with a determination to surpass themselves through the constant effort of practice and learning? Ideas are less problematic in that they are recognisable only once they are externalised and judgable only as a consequence of the person externalising it having the technical ability to do that idea justice. Of course, we're back to the old problem of what determines whether an idea is great or not - but let's move on from that. EDIT - Ignore this post. I just read through it and disagree with it wholeheartedly. |
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Ideas prove their right of existing when they are put into practice, and in no other context they can possibly justify their existence. Even with music, it transpires when something is simply not working or it hasn't worked. It might take years or even centuries, but if they aren't valid ideas, someone will come along to put them in their right context. I have been listening to a lot of music that I thought was good to ok in the 80's recently, and it's scary how much of it has aged badly, for one reason or another. |
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I was having a discussion with someone about that the other day. What if something was good in the 80s suddenly sounds crap now? Does that mean that it was always crap, that it was ok for it's time but has now been proven to be crap or that it really is good but that right now we're unable to recognise it as such? This happens with art that goes in and out of favour. |
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I thought we all agreed it was Lenny Kravitz. |
That is a very good question demonrail666, expounding on what srramkrop stated.
maybe you should start another thread? I coudl see this one being well read and thouroughly posted on. as far as older music goes there are three posibilities that I can see right now either A) The music was crap, and your taste was crap too at the time which is why you liked it. (bands FOR ME that apply to this are shit like Motley Crue, jesus jones, Dokken) B) The music was good but your tastes have changed and now you do not like that kind of music anymore C) the music has been overplayed and just sounds so dated and un-fresh that you cannot extract pleasure from it. |
It could be that some the elements in it were valid, but it was produced in a way that was way too much of its time to make it for longevity. Take bands like Strawberry Switchblade: While I don't mind their music and I even find myself singing alongto some of it, they are trapped into a decade with no escape door to turn to. Same can be said for a lot of Jimi Hendrix's music and even most of The Velvet Underground's records, at this point. With the possible exception of a couple of songs on the first album and a few more on White Light White Heat, they sound like they were produced in the sixties, not now.
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Another way of thinking is that rather than our tastes progressing, as we all like to think that they do, maybe at times they regress.
I used to think that Swans were a fantastic band. Now, when I listen to something like Greed I find it to be the over-indulgent sound of a bunch of juvenile misery-mongers. Have I come to some kind of great truth about Swans, or am I just being intellectually or emotionally lazy in my old age? People can come to like or dislike certain types of music for all kinds of reasons, not always for purely musical reasons. |
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Weird, just finished a chicken doner about half an hour ago. As good as it ever was. Some things will never change. Eating a large chicken doner with extra chilli sauce while listening to Exile on Main Street. Now THAT's timeless right there! |
People's minds are faster than notes, that's a fact. It's us who create them, therefore our needs and envoirements determine if they really have a place, regardless of how much one person might get attached to a band or piece of music. If they don't gel with the general mood (not the personal, mind) they die. I can't see it in any other way than this.
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I think you may have actually sprung into a truth about the swans. boring bboring are the swans. music to die by |
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I think you're basically right. Things go totally out of favour when they fail to gel with a mass consciousness or zeitgeist. I suppose that what I'm saying is that just because something fails to connect with a general mood at any given time doesn't necessarily make it bad. I'm gonna be a film snob here and say that, given experiences I've had recently, it's fair to suggest that Robert Bresson films bore current audiences rigid. That's not the fault of Bresson or his films, it's the fault of an increasingly stupid population. |
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Totally. Western societies are blind to the point of not recognizing when a pack of goodies has been thrown over their heads. That's the mistery of the human kind. I'll write a song about it. It will go like this: Doo doo do do do dooooo do. Dodo dodo dodo dododo! |
Totally Diesel! Let's find the drummer and wee sorhead.
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I'm going to write it in a language that is totally unknown. Here's the first verse:
GGdhhhdi^^^ ^^^......^^^???? <<<<<? <<<<<<???? <<<<<?????? ??????!!! Do you like it? |
Scaremplop- It's like right now, Blondie are talked about as though they're the best band since sliced bread. I'm not saying Blondie are bad at all, but it's obvious that there's something about them that makes them connect with today's audience. During the 90s you couldn't GIVE Blondie records away. The same with Black Sabbath.
A few years ago you couldn't move for people salivating over Big Star, now they're lucky to get even a mention. ...Fuck it. I'm turning into a one man promo vehicle for all things Alex Chilton here. |
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I'll bet she hates chicken doners too. |
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