I swear I'm not slowly devolving into a life of asceticism, but I'm thinking about giving up on the internet.
It's so big that every time I try to nibble around the edges, my mind gets vertigo from thought of actually spending the number of my lifetimes it would take to process just the isolated information available on the specific subject I'm reading about in that exact second.
But I suppose that's what happens when you link up everyones brains to the same interconnected boxes and they all start typing about what kind of music they like.
Here's some info on
a concert Tanner Menard is putting together in New Orleans in about two weeks. Do I dare make the weekend ride of epic proportions with no money to go sleep in an auditorium with a bunch of strangers and listen to ambient music? (stay tuned for the answer after these subliminal messages)
The point is however, that there are almost 100 artists involved in what is essentially a subliminal / subconscious music festival. Or, if you prefer, a sleep concert. When I find things like this on the internet or hear about them through friends I get that vertigo feeling again. There is a whole microcosm of elaborate cliques and interconnected hipster-constructs and cyborg-knuckleheads all over the place who are tuned into this sort of stuff.
I ask myself: How was I supposed to know this sort of stuff was going on?
Enter the internet.
(applause)
Exit the internet.
This is usually when I start trying to cook up things on my own so I don't have to drive halfway across the country. Or perhaps I'm just being bitter because I probably won't go. At least since I submitted material, I'll at least be there in a non-corporeal capacity.
Whether I physiologically travel there, or physioillogically travel there: this whole project is amazing and the scope of work it covers is totally stunning. Now I have almost 100 new artists to investigate.
This is going to take a few ...
