Monday: Get into your Work and Clothes

Inspired by music video: Chinese Man feat. lots of other folks – Get up.

Alarmclock. For, like, the fifth time. Cause snoozing is an actual lifestyle. You look at the clock: 7 AM. Aaaaaargh. Mondays.

Oh, the pain! You want to get out of bed, you really do, cause working is relatively cool, but … It’s just so difficult, you know? It’s like your soul wants to get up, but your body is just not buying it. These legs just feel like lead. And it’s so warm here, you know? Here in my Oh So Cosy Soft-Skinned Bed. So warm and comfortable and … safe. Unlike the cold, harsh, industrious world out there. But so, whether you like it or not, your body is still in Weekend Mode.

So you know it’s time to pull out the big guns: them fluffy, creepy potheads of Chinese Man. You pick up the remote, point it towards your barely-used retro stereo, and let the music slowly sink in … Get up, get up. Yep. There it goes. You’re starting to feel some movement in the legs.

Get up, get up, you lazy lout. Reminds you of your mom back in high school. “Get up, get up, you lazy lout, get into your work and clothes.” Yes. Let’s do this. Get up, dude. We gotta suit up, then clock in and go to work. And before you know it, you’re out of the bed, using both those feet again. Feeling the cold, hard winter-y floor. You’re up! Yes! You made it! And you pose like that guy from Ratatouille, that useless red-haired kid who sucks at his job, while screaming “Let’s do this thing!“, and you’re off, into the world. Into the big bright beautiful world.

Of course, this doesn’t work on Fridays.


Director: Fred & Annabelle

Brace Yourself: Here Comes the Feeling

Inspired by music video: Until the Ribbon Breaks – Here Comes the Feeling

 

Sitting ducks on razorblades, just waiting to be swallowed by the soup. That’s how deep inner pain feels. Specifically the kind that keeps popping up. Like rejection. And you know exactly how it feels. So you’re mentally preparing to let it drain you. Brace yourself, because… here comes the feeling. Only that, this time, there’s no addiction nor gossip nor any activities to distract you from the feeling. That all too familiar feeling. This time there’s nothing to numb down the pain. No cookies, no social media, no weed. Just the one feeling, which you are forced to feel. It’s the kind of feeling you’d give anything for just to avoid feeling it at all (did someone ask for a ‘workaholic’? Here, pick me).

Imagine a tiny train on a racing track inside of your head, racing at more than 500km per hour, heading straight for your heart. Here comes the feeling – but not the words. Certain feelings, especially if deep, do not need words. They can just be ‘hanging in the air’. Like a deep dark energy, or some kind of malicious ‘vibe’. And you know what the sad part is? … The sad part is that you know this feeling just too darn well! It’s like the repetition of a bad dream. Instead of waking up, like you normally would, this tiny train of thought just goes round and round and round. Again and again. A loop within a loop within a loop.

That is, until the ribbon breaks, and its heavy load is unleashed upon your heart. And your train of thought has finally arrived at the end stop. That is, until the next trigger pops up.


Director of music video: Until the Ribbon Breaks

 

Zornik – Scared of Yourself

 

Think about the lies that we told to each other. All those lies, all those sentences that we tell each other, day in day out. All that stuff of which we never knew it went out of our minds, and into someone else’s. And it remains there. Strange but true. And it’s only seven years later, when you accidentally meet this person again, that you realise: what I said back then, it stuck. And you realise what a fool you were back then, and how you didn’t know what you were saying, and how you didn’t think that one, small sentence would remain stuck in the other person’s head, and you tell yourself that from now on, you’ll never say stuff like that again. But five minutes later you already forgot this promise to yourself, as we always do with important difficult things, and before you know it, you’re back in the same old place, wandering around planet Earth telling people lies that they themselves believe. What a big surprise that you’re scared of yourself, and alone, again. And that voice that was once yours, becomes a tiny voice in their heads, a tiny critic never really going away. It stays. It stucks. And never again are you reminded of the fact that this one person, a person you didn’t wish anything particularly bad, is now living his life judging himself for something stupid you once said. Because, in truth, we are all nothing but a state of mind. From the start, until the End.

 

Director of MV: Peter van Eyndt

 

 

Aerosmith – Pink

Pink – it’s not even a question. Try to do a music video on the colour Pink. I’m thinking Barbie, the Pink Panther, Think Pink, and, of course, the colour pink. Yet, Aerosmith chose to do something entirely different. Cause what is pink other than something that sticks out in a crowd? Pink, my friends, is the new kind of cool. It’s the premonition of Pinkish Lady Gaga-like personalities. I want to be your lover. Cause you’re cool, and weird. I like that. Respect that. Who doesn’t like Pink? Pink is fucking awesome, and weird. Weird equals unique. Unique equals diversity. Diversity equals cool. Hence, Pink = True. People who are Pink light up your bedroom and your fuel. You could be my flamingo. Oh, can I?! I would love to be your flamingo! This is gonna be so much fun! Ah yes, pink. It’s kink. Pink is, by far, my favourite crayon to colour the edges of life with. I mean, think about it. Pink – It’s like red, but not quite.


Director of MV: Doug Nichol

 

 

Gotye – State of the Art

 

State of the art. Ah yes, why go purchase an actual instrument when you’ve got a computer? No wait, no. Not just any computer, a Cotillion D575. Why try to be artistic when you’ve got a simple computer to shizzle the dizzle for ya? And how much art is really art, anyway? If art is mere self-expression, we’re actually all artists, right? These amazing simulations end up sounding even better than the real thing! Yup. Just pick them beats, carefully selected for you by a team of high-end musically attuned developers, and you’ve got yourself the right material to end up famous. Go forth and imitate, by use of a computer. Who needs artists when you’ve got computers? Take the 1970 Cotillion. That thing is a Bomb. One could conquer the universe with that thing. Brainstorm humans, colonise Mars, take over planet. Try doing that with just a plain old guitar. No, no. In today’s music playground, samples are where you wanna be. Whether it be a sample of Gotye, or one of Frances Yip. Because there are really just two kind of musicians: the ones who staple samples one on top of the other (imitation), and the ones who actually use different samples to create a whole new art form (originality). But creating new patterns or playing with conventions is never as easy as it sounds, is it? Before you know it you’ve got exactly that: entertainment exploitation, from the comfort of your home or really just from your very own comfort zone. Invite the neighbours around. And just stay at home. Glad to see Gotye’s the latter though. Enjoy the state of the art. 

Director of MV: Gotye

 

 

Blockhead – The Music Scene

The music scene has got me down, cause I don’t want to be a clown. Ah yes, modern alternative music struggles: how to fit in, without having to behave clownish? One trick: use one great line of seemingly little substance and repeat it over and over again on a beat that somehow just sticks. Add an animated psychedelic music video to it and you’re all set: let’s do some traditional controlled get-the-viewer-to-question-its-surroundings thinking. Because the cool thing about our minds is that they excel at tricking us. You know, like the way your brain is wired to identify patterns of human or animal life in everyday objects. At least, that’s what Daniel Dennett says in his research into the human perception of things (Consciousness Explained).¹ All those times people claimed to have seen the face of the prophet, or worse, the boogie monster under their bed?! Surprise! It’s their brain playing tricks on them. Our eyes and minds are designed to recognise forms of life all around us. And this video so accurately portrays that simple fact. Do watch it. Hell, you don’t even need any liquid for this. You’ll be amazed at the patterns your brain walks into. It’ll keep doing that, 24/7. Until we die of our own self-destructiveness of course. But let’s worry about that later.


Director of MV: Anthony F. Schepperd

¹ Daniel Dennett, Consciousness Explained (Chapter 1 on hallucinations); Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion (page 100-105).

 

 

K’s Choice – Believe

Tomorrow I was nothing. But today is different. Yesterday I’ll be. But today is different. You know that moment you’re about to switch off your thinking gear? Ah, the Brain. The terrible master when in perfectionist-mode. The inspiring leader when in fuck off-mode. Tell me if it’s me holding on and on to love what else is real (a religion that appeals to me). They always say the home is where the heart is, but the Heart, in the real, biological world, is actually right here. Not at your parents’ place, not in your boyfriend’s arms, not at your best friend’s house. Really, it is right here. There comes a time your brain understands that it’s useless without soul, without spice. Because the brain usually just goes off ranting. On and on. And on and on and on and on. And then, as if by mistake: Can you turn me off? Just a second, please. Ding! One brain request coming in. Turn me into something faceless, weightless, mindless, homeless, back your state of peace … ? Yes, I can, you Motherfucker! You don’t know how much I’ve waited for you to say those words! So you start taking action, right? You get all psyched about it, because, finally, after all your hard, deliberate meditation training, Brain is finally leaving. And when you’re almost there, reaching for the “off”-button, something else suddenly goes: Wait for me, I’m nothing on my own. I’m willing to go on, but not alone, not now. Guess who decided to show up too. Heart. And that, my friends, is what is called an “identity crisis”. But here’s what’s key: I believe in me

Director of MV: K’s Choice

Aesop Rock – Dorks

 

Question: if I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage, would the neighbours smell the corpse before the cat ate my face? Ah yes, the wanderer in the rat race. How it blinds us from real emotion, the Other and, well, basically anything that’s real outside of our own peculiar mindset. Because the human race is tricky that way. We first and foremost have an intrinsic inborn need to be entertained, 24/7. But don’t go too far into the entertainment deal; before you know it, you’re stuck in this carefully imposed already laid-out-for-you, and not so very entertaining, life scheme, with loads of small talk and social imagery in between. It’s like today’s popular music, but a bit more mainstream. It’s a theatre of jumping jellyfish. Or, to put it more eloquently and Shakespearian: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players”. Or, to put it more crudely and Donnie Darkonian: “We are losing these kids to apathy”. Cause what is radio music if not a reflection of today’s overly globalised society? Remember what the wise man said: There ain’t a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost. You gotta make a choice. Either stay in the spotlights and without soul or step out of it and feel whole. After all, aren’t we all just a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong? On a quest to self-express “the real deal”,  however weird you may find it to be. Party over here, I’ll be over there. Because on this particular stage, I’d rather be humanely Weird and Real, than plastically wrapped up just for You, pretending Life is “no big deal”.

Director of MV: Rob Shaw (Bent Image Lab)

 

 

Michelle Gurevich – Vacation from Love

 

I’m at a wedding, once again. A woman I’ve never seen before approaches me. She’s wearing a fashionable dress, with red painted toe nails in high Armani heels. ‘No boyfriend?’, she curiously asks. As if it matters. Yet another soul who doesn’t understand independency. But I know why she has one. I can understand. ‘I’m on vacation‘, I say, proudly. Her left eyebrow slightly twitches. Her face asks for the benefits of this not so ordinary vacation. Well, if you must know… I’m doing whatever I want. No noise, no whining, no messages from hell. No one’s asking for dinner, no one’s getting upset. Funny how, when they’re about, you feel alone; and when you’re alone, you feel alive. I’m reminded again of who I was when we met. Yup, vacations from love. You should try it some time, I kindly reply. It’s a lot better than hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere, I’ll tell you that. No seriously, you should try it. You can even work out a ‘6-months ON, 6-months OFF’-plan. When loneliness sets in, do it all again. Trust me, it’s the best vacation you’ll ever have. And you don’t even have to leave the country. I’m telling you, it’s gonna broaden your horizon in ways you never held possible. Those thoughts that just don’t come when you’re next to someone. ‘So when are you coming back?’, she asks. I shrug my shoulders, turn my gaze towards the buffet. Dunno. I’m on vacation.

 

Director of MV: Michelle Gurevich

 

 

Kanye West – Flashing Lights (ft. Dwele)

 

Warning: the following content is graphic in nature (…). Viewer discretion is advised.” This kind of comment really makes you wonder why they never put such a warning on, eh, I dunno, almost any kind of mainstream pop music video out there. Take, for example, that one vid in which that stripped down pop star lets herself go all-in in front of the camera guy, staging some scene of everyday life at the local supermarket (if your brain is now frantically considering which video I might be referring to, well then, point made). But what is “graphic” really in this case? The violence, or the female body? She don’t believe in shooting stars. Of course not. Who would. In today’s patriarchy. But she believe in shoes and cars. Of course. Who wouldn’t. In today’s consumerism society. That’s right. Let that sink in (patriarchy + consumerism = ?). Take a woman. Any woman really. Bombard that beautiful brain with perfect degenerating body pictures of the imperfect body her brain lives in. Brainstorm it with highusd products made in China. Mix it up a bit. Rolls out: material girl with an insecurity level from here ’til Tokio. So yeah, when you finally get the guy, you know what you wanna do with it. Bury it. Stripped-down obviously. How else to get across the point? – ‘Like my body, do you? Well, I got a present for you’: a small lesson I’m teaching you with a tiny “graphical” component to it. So yeah. Use those eyes. Use those eyes like you’ve never used ’em before! Then, let me blind you. Bury you (muhahahhahhah!); so that I, too, can reclaim what is rightfully mine. Flashing – lights. Talk about a fairytale gone wrong.

 

Director of MV: Kanye West & Spike Jonze