Life Happens …If You Let It

23 03 2012

I’m blowing the dust off this bitch. For a long time I felt like I didn’t have anything important to say, and honestly I didn’t. Instead of half-assing my way through crippled excuses at worthwhile thinking, I buried therealkfish. That isn’t to say that exciting shit wasn’t popping off left and right. There was just something about all of it that seemed really self-serving, and somehow less than blogworthy as a result. Truthfully, it was completely self-serving. I had to do something to reassert my independence. To allow myself the complete freedom to do, think, and act, exactly how I wanted to without the stifling social laws of the workplace, of living with roommates, or even seeing other human beings. However, this liberating little adventure hasn’t been completely devoid of moments worth documentation. Sometimes it takes a random act of emancipation to open up possibilities that couldn’t have existed beforehand.

Three months ago I quit my job and moved to a cabin in the gold country. Bam. Fuck you world, time for me to jet. I felt stifled, bored, and most of all entirely unfulfilled suffering through every week to do my best to enjoy two days of freedom. It wasn’t working for me, so I removed myself from the situation. I finally had the freedom to get back to the things I love: making music, reading, writing, drawing, hiking, riding my bike, most of all being free to do whatever the fuck I want whenever I feel like doing it. One of the things I yearned for most was the feeling of playing music for people. There’s something truly special about creating art for people to enjoy at the exact moment it’s being created. At the time I hadn’t played a live show in 5 years. Less than a week from moving up to the cabin I received this email:

Hey Ninja, wanna go on tour?

My boy Banah is in need of a guitarist & bassist and told him I know just the people.
Let me know what you’re pondering Koi Fish

-Lindonesia

Though a little cryptic in its colloquialisms, one need only really digest the first line. After more than 5 years not playing live music, the opportunity landed in my inbox. Christian (“Lindonesia”) and I auditioned and got the spots. Keep in mind, at no other point in the last few years would it have been at all possible for me to do this. I wouldn’t have even been able to seriously entertain the idea. But, after just leaving my job, I could, and did, say yes. Doors opened when I allowed them to. We toured California for a week and are looking forward to a full west coast run for the month of May. Granted, I have been up here not working for 3 months, and I have no idea how I am going to swing rent and pay my bills and still have enough left over to front a month on tour. It hasn’t been easy, and at this point I’m quickly running out of money and starting to look at the realities of what this decision has cost me. But you know what? All of the costs have been monetary. I can always make more money. When I was working money wasn’t enough to satiate my rabid desire that life be a fucking adventure, and this solitary jaunt to the middle of nowhere has been exactly that.

One of my favorite quotes right now is from Hellen Keller: “Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” We’ve all tasted the lack of fulfillment of waiting for paychecks and the two weeks granted to you each year for the freedom to do what you actually want with your time.

Fuck that, live an adventure.





The New Facebook: As I See It

7 10 2011

This years ominously titled f8 Conference, held September 22, 2011 in San Francisco, announced the newest iteration of the world’s favorite social network. Aside from the usual outrage from users scared of having to take three minutes out of their Facebook stalking to become familiar with the new UI, there are actually quite a few significant changes to the Profile as we have come to know it over the last few years. The most significant is that the Profile will not longer be set up as a profile page per se, but instead more of a social timeline, better coalescing previously piecemeal information into a more streamlined and better accessible whole. For a rundown of the changes, I recommend you check out Brian Solis’ analysis (http://bit.ly/ra7wYE) of the new features. Of particular note is the new Open Graph feature for Facebook Apps. This feature allows the Apps you connect to your Facebook page, “to contribute contextual activity to the Timeline automatically through action verbs. …Facebook apps will populate your storybook, based on the permissions you set” (qtd. from the Solis analysis above). This means that Apps will automatically update your Facebook page with things like “Kyle is reading _____”, “Kyle recently watched ______”, etc.,  depending on which Apps you have linked to your Facebook and which permissions you set for them. This takes the time and effort from having to constantly update your interests with new information, meaning that Facebook will better reflect the current status of your offline life, online. Beyond the obvious cool factor and increased integration, this feature has some relatively serious implications for users.

Let me digress and remind you that Facebook’s worth has been estimated at right around $100 per user. This is a free service that is somehow worth over 50 billion dollars. How does this happen? Well friends, Facebook is valued based on its marketing potential. No venture capital has been put into it on the basis that it is the world’s foremost social network. That statistic on its own is worthless. People are putting money into Facebook’s access to all of the intricate details and interests of every one of it’s members. As anyone who has ever taken out a Facebook Ad can attest, the possibilities for target marketing are nearly endless. That’s because Facebook offers anyone wanting to advertise with them access to filters that very precisely allow someone to pinpoint their target audience. Want to take out an ad for only male college students in California, who like a certain band and are friends with someone who likes another related band, who enjoy skateboarding, and street art? Go for it. Facebook allows anyone that capability, for a price. They aren’t selling your information like scum of the earth telecom providers, they merely charge people for the ability to place an ad on the sidebar of the Facebook pages you look at.

Think about this in light of the new improvements to the Facebook service. Facebook hasn’t created a better social network. They’ve created a better marketing machine with a pretty face. Marketers are now able to target you based on real-time information being updated via your Open Graph apps. Let me break this down further. The information on your Profile used to be based upon whatever you manually typed in—meaning that your interests were probably the same from 2005 when you set up your Facebook in the first place, that you didn’t put Paramore in the music section (even though they have the most plays in your iTunes) because you have a reputation to uphold, that your secret affinity for Real Housewives Atlanta somehow didn’t make the cut even though you take care to make sure that you DVR each episode, etc. This manually entered information was what marketers used to target your wallet. Now these areas will be populated with up to the minute information about your life, interests, and how you spend your time. Remember also, that these apps are made by companies who are attempting to turn their own profits. Their reason for having the Facebook integrated app in the first place is so that they can market their service via your Facebook page. (Spotify’s Facebook app integration led to 3.4 million new users in a week long span, more than doubling the previous user count). What I’m trying to say here is that you aren’t being given a free profile page on Facebook. You are being given the page to become a subject of the single most highly targeted marketing system in human history. That little ad on the side of your page is about to get a lot better at showing you things you are actually interested in.

I’m not sure I’m ok with that.





Be Something

23 09 2011

“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”

Cecil Beaton





Determined

10 09 2011

People wonder just what exactly it takes to make their dreams come true. Watch this and find out.





Distracted.

26 08 2011

Sit down. Fire up the computer. Pull up a word document. Write three sentences. Use the need for a thesaurus as an excuse to get on the internet. Spend the next half hour checking Facebook and Twitter. Back to work. Reread the first three sentences, condense the first two into one and delete the third. Try and recapture the mindset from a half hour ago. Write five more sentences. Cell phone rings, pick it up, talk for 10 minutes. Ok, back to work. Reread the six sentences on the screen. Write two more.

It’s unfortunate that this seemingly hypothetical hour of “work” is a fairly accurate assessment of my time spent trying to get things accomplished. And the hypothetical didn’t even include the nonstop barrage of text messaging happening throughout the hour. Basically, I’m really fucking distracted all the time. No, I’ve never been diagnosed with ADD, but damn if I can’t seem to get anything done in the time I have to do it. I find it nearly impossible to keep my head in the game and handle something through to fruition without some type of external distraction getting in the way. There are just too many things, pulling too many ways, raping and pillaging my attention span until I’m not even sure what it is that I’m supposed to be doing anymore.

Here is my new initiative: No multitasking.

Banned: texting, the internet, social networks, phone calls, any other random shit that needs to be done, but isn’t the task at hand.

Not banned: Kicking ass at one thing at a time. Finishing that thing. Moving on to the next one.

I’ll let you know how it goes.





Art v. Commerce

8 08 2011

Art thrives on risk. Taking an abstract idea, filtering it through a unique vision and creating something new, is in itself a risky activity. Truly great art exposes ideas in a new way, forcing those witnessing from their comfortable universe to view through the intended lens of the artist.

Commerce thrives on stability. Making calculated decisions, measuring analytics, and responding accordingly is necessary for growing and maintaining wealth. Commerce requires measurable results that can be repeated with predictable outcomes. Risk is an inherent enemy of this type of operation.

The worlds of art and commerce may have never collided so catastrophically as they have in today’s independent music industry. Not only are artists expected to produce captivating content, but they are also charged with simultaneously fronting a business enterprise. DIY musicians must be constantly cognizant of the commercial aspects of their art, and balancing these conflicting ideologies has proven difficult to orchestrate. Creation and logistics require different types of thinking, even different sides of the brain, to work out the intricacies of the particular problems associated with each.

The trend I have noticed amongst independent music artists in the last few years is that they seem to be spending lots of time focusing on the business side of their craft, while neglecting the art that is the basis of the enterprise itself. Let me be clear: artists make art. Anything else is a distraction from the primary objective. Now in no way am I advocating the days of the label model, where artists gave up the control of their business (music) to a record label, who, under the guise of the artist’s best interest, made the business decisions, took the profits, and after recouping, hopefully paid the artists some small percentage of the proceeds. I think it’s great that artists now have the opportunity to steer their own ship as far as their business is concerned. My issue is that I see literally hundreds of mediocre artists spending their days hustling the back alleys of social media trying to boost their follower numbers in hopes that they’ll find some type of success, while altogether ignoring that it’s their art, not their notoriety, that is holding them back. People have things backwards. What’s the point of having 20,000 Twitter followers when the content you’re creating isn’t enthralling enough to keep them interested? Content is king, and always will be. If you aren’t creating content so good that it cannot be ignored then you need to reevaluate your focus.

Artists please stop spending all day grinding out new ways to play your music for people. Spend all day in the studio. Realize that truly great content will ALWAYS sell itself. Perfect your art, the rest will happen organically.





Things I Despise

1 08 2011

There are very few things that I can say that I truly hate. In fact, off the top of my head I can think of only two, and these two may even be able to be condensed down into one umbrella hatred. For the purposes of this post, however, I’ll give them each their own independent existence. I hate:

-Laziness

-Lack of Initiative

I write this now because I am guilty of both. There’s no Casey Anthony justice system failure in this one, no hung jury, nothing. I am indefensibly guilty on both counts.

In the last 103 days I have written a grand total of one blog post. That’s one quarter of a year with a single post to my name. The worst part is that this post was an excuse, a stay tuned message utterly devoid of captivating content, lacking entirely any modicum of critical thought or artistry. “Hey world, I’m still alive.” It should have said something along the lines of “Hello world, I have been incredibly lazy and will use this as an excuse to forget entirely the things that really matter to me while I get caught up in bullshit activities that don’t mean much.” That would have been a much fairer assessment of how I have been spending my time. And not only have I allowed this neglect to reach its infertile fingers into the microcosm of this blog, but (more importantly) it has halted my music production like a truckload of cocaine at the border. Why? Well here is where I start explaining that I have been working and going to school and interning and that August is the first time since January that all I have on my plate is working full time. But for what? That’s all true, but it’s all bullshit. People make time for the things they love, and let me assure you, I am in love with words and music. So what is it then? Honest answer:

Laziness and lack of initiative.

I have used the excuse of being busy with other things (my “life” getting in the way) as a means to shirk the responsibilities I have to do what I love. Yes, responsibilities. Writing, both music and prose, is something I not only enjoy, but am skilled in. I hold myself completely accountable for pushing myself and continually pursuing greatness in the things I am passionate about. Lately, I have hardly even given myself the respect of sitting down to do them. This is completely unacceptable. What could possibly be more important than doing the things that set my soul on fire? Going to school? Working? Interning?

Fuck that.

I have not finished anything that I’ve started in 2011. Not one thing. I’ve been floating amidst the fuzzy, comfortable waves of the status quo, perpetuating my own laziness with excuses and creating nothing of value. The two things I can say I truly hate have replaced the burning furnace of creativity that I pride myself on.

But they won’t anymore.

 

 





Down, But Never Out

1 06 2011

Bear with me world, work/school/interning has thoroughly kicked my ass, but the blog is not dead. Don’t let the recent hiatus fool you, I’m coming with heat. Stay tuned.





Beauty

20 04 2011

This is some of the most beautiful imagery I have ever seen. If you want more check out Terje Sorgjerd.





Words of Wisdom

11 04 2011

“There are only two people who matter in the music business, the artist and the fan. The rest of us in the middle need to either add value or get the hell out of the way.”

– Al Teller