What’s Up? (6/1/14)

It took all of two days after turning Twenty-One to not be carded when buying alcohol, still, the ability to get my hands on the stuff legally is amazing. I spent a day in Manhattan and Brooklyn yesterday, just hanging out for a bit, checking out Park Slope, Prospect Heights, and Crown Heights. In the middle of this BYOB show, I walked down the street and grabbed a 40 of PBR, and that was that.

Pulsewave though… I first went to one in my Junior year of Highschool, back when it was in The Tank in Manhattan – and to return to my first Pulsewave in years at the very humble Launchpad in Brooklyn, well it was amazing. To see familiar faces, and dance the night out to chiptunes… just an amazing time and exactly what I needed after a rocky start to the weekend.

Playing the open-mic at Pulsewave though… I mean, that was this totally, different, scary and exciting thing that I just want to do more of. I only played one song as Glitchfox, but there’s more of it to come! New things people. New things. Twenty-One, off to a crazy good start, 75% awesome.


What’s Up? (2/26/14)

A job interview doesn’t need to be this formal thing, why should it be? There’s room for being polite, yes, as there should be, but what do you get from asking me: “Can you tell me about a time that you had to act quick on your feet and hit the ground running?”
“Well, yes, there was this one time during a job interview that I had to come up with a solid answer that wouldn’t make me sound like a loon.”
Trust me, if we sat down and had a conversation, I’d learn more about your business, and you’d learn more about me, than we could from going through a questionnaire together. Let’s talk politics, let’s talk television, let’s vent our frustrations and tell stories like two human beings; especially when this job is all about talking to people, why not test a candidates ability by talking to them? Two interviews went in two very different directions in the last two days. Two nights with two hours’ sleep, two buses to one bus stop, two mornings in one suit. One brief questionnaire, one two-hour conversation, one bagel, one cup of tea, three pleasant folk, one neighborhood, nine blocks, three dogs, two men in lady liberty costumes. One hell of a week.

St. Vincent released a self-titled album today, er, yesterday (I’m up at 4AM again, so, to me it’s still February 25th). I think it’s really telling about the way my life has gone, or where it is, that even as an avid Beck fan, it’s St. Vincent’s new album that I’ve purchased and listened to – and not Beck’s “Morning Phase” (2014). I know where Beck is on his new album, a callback  to “Sea Change” (2002) which might be my least-listened-to Beck album; which is to say, he’s in a dark, sad place. St. Vincent isn’t exactly in the happiest place either, though it feels lively and smiling through confusion and disillusion; and I know I’d rather ride along with St. Vincent right now than Beck. I’m going to need to review both albums at some point, though I have some reviews from 2013 I promised I’d write, so perhaps I should get to writing those first… 

I feel like a lot of people reinvent themselves during their Freshmen year of college, but I find myself feeling very renewed and perhaps even a little reinvented this semester. New clothes, new synthesizer, a new rotation of music on the iPod, new clubs, new friends, new interests, new habits, new, new, new. And yet, there’s a lot of old coming back ’round. Autobiography and The Creative Impulse has put me down a path of deeper self-examination, just as I wanted it to, which means I’ve dusted off some memories and passages of life to put them on paper. Even outside of class, I’ve been experimenting with trying to figure out just how I’ve ended up where I am. In the last post, “On Revisits” I tried tracing the roots of my present life to coincidences and odd beginnings. I think chiptune culture has to have been the hugest coincidence-launcher of my life, butterfly-effect style. The music and art of 8-bit videogames has formed friendships, networks, and potentially even jobs, and realizing that has only increased my love for it. So I’m not out with the old, in with the new; but rather cultivating a better preservation and appreciation for the old, and recognizing and using it to create the new.

On Revisits

A Zen Garden CD given to you by a programming teacher from six years ago turns out to be just the thing you needed to listen to while you meditate.

A review you wrote for Björk’s “Debut” (1993) no longer reflects the way you feel after you’ve listened to the album another fifty times.

The first game you ever played on a GameBoy Color still holds up fourteen years later, and playing it on a GameBoy turns out to feel incredibly more intimate than on an Emulator.

A venue you visited just to see Anamanaguchi five years ago takes you on as an event promoter and becomes the thing on your résumé that all employers ask you about.

A song you uploaded on MySpace eight years ago puts you in touch with a girl who lives eight hours away, who sparks an interest in hard apple cider that would come in handy during your Junior Year of college.

The song that played during the credits of This Spartan Life put you down a path of chip tune appreciation, which spawns a friendship with somebody eighteen years older than you.

Vampire Weekend still reminds you of sitting on an airplane waiting to return to your first love.