I’d wake up every morning and before I’d start each day, I’d take a drag from last night’s cigarette that’s smoldered in its tray, down a little something and then be on my way. This song’s all about loving that certain special someone throughout life. Life is painful, and rough, no matter who you are. Specifically so if you’re constantly looking for meaning. Because there’s only addiction, traveling, and love to cling onto. Really, what else can Time do for you?
How else to survive reality, that is what it all boils down too. One thing is for sure, some people stay with you forever, even if not part of your life anymore, and their name’s written all over you until you ain’t alive no more. Their name’s the one you’ll never forget. Their name’s the one that’s unwillingly pierced into your brain. Cause it’s not the name that does the trick, obviously, it’s the individual who wears it.
I’ll wear it just for you, I’ve got your name written here in a rose tattoo. In a rose tattoo. Such a cliché thing. But probably that’s just it. Good songs play with symbols, in order to convey a message. And if you need a cliché for that, then that is what’ll have to do.
With pride I’ll wear it to the grave for you. Cause we’re all alone in this life. I’m over here living mine. You’re over there living yours. No one can feel your life for you. But there’s some people who make it all a little bit too bearable. Those are the few ones who understand your mind’s process, and how it inherently functions. Not a lot of people are able to understand the precise mechanics of another’s particular brain and how another perceives this world. But this person does.
This person sees you for all your values. This person knows that your behaviour says wee little ‘bout you. This person sees all your faults and messed up acts and outrageous acts of selfishness and still looks at you normally, and with curiosity and with compassion and kindness, fundamentally simply, well, I’ll just say it, loving you.
Director of Music Video: Chris Friend
When was the last time you went to a concert where you could not help yourself but move? In today’s music industry, we move around in “music genre bubbles” much the same way we move around in “social bubbles”. As a consequence, we have all kinds of expectations on how good music should sound like, according to the kind of sounds we are most familiar with, but we forget how music originated in the first place.
Tuareg band Tinariwen is here to remind us that the making of music arose as a means to unite people, travellers by nature, no matter their differences in background, experience or opinion. And since most of us cannot speak this nomad language anyway, their performance depends mainly on the rhythm of the music, and the energy in the room.
In ancient times, we would all sit by the fire and produce sounds with our mouths and limbs. Whether a spontaneous whistle or a cry, the clapping of our hands, or the playing of a handmade drum, the rhythm would be there, as a general team effort. And as pioneers of the music genre Desert Rock, the members of Tinariwen have creatively introduced the electric guitar into this ancient human ritual.
In this particular performance, rockers Josh and Flea, members of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, decided to join in to provide for the kind of party we Western people so desperately need. No social anxiety nor public smartphone taping here. Just a genuine sharing of the love of music and its consequent highly energetic yet laid-back vibes.
Enjoy this video, and treat yourself that one ticket to a different music genre, and a different party (Tinariwen tours all over the globe, unusually often).
Director of MV: Antirecords
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
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)
So we’re on our way to the “Lone Digger” huh? Or what else is this place called? “The Sexy Gazelle”? Haha. Yes. Party music videos, who needs another one of those again. They probably thought that a parabellish didactic little story would be more in place here. Yes. Animals. Let’s use animals to do the partying. Cats, to be more specific. Cause cats are cute. Me like cats. Hey brother, what you thinking? Cats. Of course! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier. The choice is so obvious. Don’t be the party guy. Yes, let us not do a regular human party in a regular human bar. Let’s do the animal kingdom in a strip club. It’s hot when things get messy. Yes, I’ve got it! Even better. Let’s do cats and dogs in a gazelle strip club fighting it out in a bar fight. Yes. Let’s do Zootopia for adults. Because in the more adult – “real” – Zootopia world, anyone can be nothing. Or: non-existent. Let’s do civilised animals – no claws needed – who let their emotions do the actions. Very un-like humanity. Let’s do cats who dress well. Who’ve got manners. Good-natured cats, well-groomed kittens just looking for fun … That is, if no one spills their milk, of course.
Director of MV: Double Ninja
Comic books. Truth novels. Tunnel vision.You gotta have those. My monochromatic friends. Creepy little bastards creeping in on you. Party-hardy business men. All the money in the world, but not a single touch of so-called “time”. All the dreams, but not a single hint of cold-heated bravery. This is not what you wanted. Ah? Were we conscious of what we wanted, then? Cause things never really go our way, do they? Not what you had in mind. If only that mind of ours were strong enough to cope with things adequately. If only it could handle things the way they’re supposed to be handled. But no, you had to go do something crazy. You just thought one day: Let’s do politics. Yes. Let’s try politics. People need me. But people aren’t easily persuaded… Or are they? – Not by logic anyway. – Irritating little schmugs. Insects closing in on you. Serpents prone to bribery, blackmail, or the occasional threatening of whatever it is your wicked mind can think of. This is not what you wanted. Insects. Serpents. Creeps. Always blocking you. Always standing in your way. Always creeping up on you. Or – Or perhaps it really is just you?
Director of MV: Pfadfinderei
I really like this vid. You know why? The total absence of smartphones. Look at that crowd. Look at it. Not a single person in there who’s standing perfectly still so that he can record a famous guy. I am: a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard. Said the smartphone-guy at the party. A handful of complaints. I know, right? Like, here you are, hiding yourself behind your smartphone thingy at what’s supposed to be a social event. It’s like, dude, I know you might be feeling anxious in a giant crowd right now, and perhaps not so eager to rock, but that’s kind of the point of a party. We all feel socially anxious sometimes, it’s no big deal. Just put it down. Lock it up. Let’s vote yes for “no smartphone”-parties. Let’s rock. I can’t feel. Try rockin’. You might feel something then. Yeah… Smartphones. They should ban that stuff. Or at least them social media apps. So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do. Finally! Some understanding on the person-with-the-dumb-phone’s part! When was this thing written? 2003? Fucking pioneers, man. Understanding today’s social problems and all that. You’re gonna listen to me, like it or not, right now. Damn those lines, did we just stumble upon a Facebook-issue? Don’t turn your back at me, I won’t be ignored. Yep. Yep, I think we did.
Director of MV: Mark Romanek