April 21, 2007:
Niandra LaDes. Usually Just A T-Shirt.

It rides the fence between being genius and being a complete mess. What the fuck is going on? Rhythmically unstable, lyrically complex and cryptic, full of bullshit and epiphanies, while the harmonies disintegrate into white noise and back again. It never can decide what it wants to be, melodic or abrasive, meticulous or unhinged. Everything is on the brink of complete dissolution but it never quite gets there. Sometimes you can recognize the one thing that is keeping it all from implosion, but if you think too hard about what doesn't work, you lose track of what does work. It sounds like it can save the world at the same time it sounds like the apocalypse.


Why do I bother? Because I should? What's the fun in that? I should take part because I enjoy it not because I should. I want to skip the tracks and play something familiar but part of me is convinced that I will gain something from it... some kind of deeper appreciation for something that I'm taking for granted. It's hard to do it sometimes, because it can seem mundane in the way that everything sounds the same, but one of these times, I'm going to get something really amazing out of it. I'm going to look at it and say "I'm glad I stuck it out because this was worth it."


Sometimes I surprise myself with my own insight. I guess I just have the right muse.