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An experimental essay by Nic Vargus
1. a general notion or idea; conception.
2. an idea of something formed by mentally combining all its characteristics or particulars; a construct.
3. a directly conceived or intuited object of thought.
–verb (used with object)
4. Informal. to develop a concept of; conceive: Experts pooled their talents to concept the new car.
2. a phonograph record or set of records containing several musical selections, a complete play, opera, etc.: Her album of folk songs will be out next month.
In popular music, a concept album is an album that is “unified by a theme, which can be instrumental, compositional, narrative, or lyrical”. Commonly, concept albums tend to incorporate preconceived musical or lyrical ideas rather than being improvised or composed in the studio, with all songs contributing to a single overall theme or unified story. This is in contrast to the practice of an artist or group releasing an album consisting of a number of unconnected (lyrically or otherwise) songs performed by the artist.
In the world of musical theatre, there is a separate and distinct form of concept album known as the album musical, in which the performers are playing characters in a story, a type of recording which encompasses such “rock operas” as The Who’s Tommy and The Wall by Pink Floyd.
…Bono also never sounded so much like Hannibal Lecter, either. More than love, more than abject theology, what drives Lacey is what drove Roger Waters in Pink Floyd’s The Wall: the urge to go over the edge, in the guise of a concept album. And like Waters, what saves Lacey from a padded cell is intricacy, the vast ambition to create something as creepy as it is magnificent.
-Ben Sisario, Blender.com
What are the fundamental emotions?
….Love and Fear seem asymmetrical because they are not opposites. However, in order to classify them, we must look at their functionalities, polarities, and thus derive their categorization.
…Fear and Hope are the polar opposites regarding the future, both immediate and long-term, and even the past if the outcome is not yet known. (Think lottery results in the next morning’s paper.) They are expectations, imperative-type emotions in the future tense. Their polarity is based on which outcome is desired. If met, there is satisfaction…
…The highest positive identity-type emotion is a passionate positive identification of someone or something as good, great, or ideal. I might call this “faith,” believing good things about someone or something. Humanists have faith in humanity. Christians have faith in Christ. Nihilists have faith in nothing except “nothing”.
…. So the three fundamental positive emotions are Faith, Hope, and Love….
-God Shaped Hole
“And pray, little Kay, love is just God on a good day…” Jesse Lacey, Brand New
I was a guest on the amazing Paul F Tompkins show Speakeasy where we talk about comedic things in a serious way while drinking a cocktail in a bar. It was really interesting to try to dissect some of the aspects of comedy and entertainment with Paul is who is as smart as he is well dressed.
This is inspiring.
Sober writers love to use fancy shit like semicolons. Nobody likes to see a semicolon. I see sobriety stains all over writing these days. I think, “Damn, this piece has a chance to be good but the author is too busy looking at their pompous smile in the mirror.”
Ever wonder why old time writers like Hemingway seem so much better than the 21st century crop? It’s because they were plastered out of their mind and kept sentences short and passionate. Also, no fucking semicolons.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Ray Bradbury (via thinknorth)