Short story based on music video “Wild One” of DJs Lucky Rose and Tep No.
It’s difficult to tame a wild one. They all want one, until they actually have one. Then it blows up in their faces. You simply can’t tame the one thing that is too afraid to be caged. It will kick and scream, yell and spit, punch and hit you, right where it hurts. Whatever needs to be done to avoid entering the cage. Most of them keep trying anyway. But not much so with him. He lets me be. We can go for these long, quiet walks in the woods. And he’ll curiously jump and run around like mad, in some kind of childlike overexcitement. But he’s got his eye on me though. Follows me around. And even when I feel alone, I just look about, and guess who’s still around. He’s just as wild as me, exploring all them different corners ferociously. But sometimes I do keep him on a leash … Like when he’s been naughty, screwing up my carefully constructed territory. That much curiosity should sometimes be restrained. But the cuddles, well, they’re the best. His soft skin complements my firm face. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. And he’s strong. And protective of me. He’ll save me from anything, if necessary, though he knows I can take perfect care of my own. And when I dance the night away, he doesn’t care whether or not I’m drunk. Doesn’t feel the need to show the dance floor the two of us belong. He knows I am the loyal kind. He knows that I know that he’s around. Honestly, all the times I went out without him, it felt like I had left some kind of important piece of myself behind. So really, … who needs a man when you’ve got a dog?
Director of music video: Not mentioned anywhere – ? UltraMusic
Short story inspired by the music video of The Blaze for the song “Territory”.
This is what a real traveller feels like: Homeless. Without home. Not the place where you were born, not the place where you are now. And the sound of music that you float on exists of a million different cultural pieces from now on.
Travelling as a word has become a trend these days. But there are different kinds of travel. Travelling away, far from home, but knowing you’ve got one, is for example very different from actual travelling: Travelling as done by the lone wolves in the movies, travelling as done by the human species centuries ago. When there is not a place on earth you actually belong, when you have become a Nowhere Man, meeting people but never really being understood, then you are a real traveller.
Your home isn’t anywhere. Not where you were born. Not where you are now. Not all the different places in between. Not the airports, not the stations, not the cities you’ve been passing by. It is simply non-existent. It is simply … You.
Flowing lost and alone is how to recognise a true traveller. The one who travels around, reluctantly, with an open mind. The one who carries his shell on his back, while moving slowly towards the one true path: The path of belonging. But all humans are fundamentally alone (no matter how big the pack is), and any real traveller knows: There isn’t any territory, any region, any people in which I’ll ever fully belong.
In truth, the real traveller is a reluctant one. It is the one floating ball that actually doesn’t like travelling at all.
Director of music video: Jonathan and Guillaume Alric (The Blaze)
After I got fired from my job a while back, I spent three months wandering around planet Earth, crossing all kinds of roads, trying to figure out which one to take. During this journey, I’ve gotten all kinds of advices in helping me pick the right road, both from people close to me as well as those that just happened to be about, but one in particular stood out. It was the one that asked me, quite puzzled really, “What road? You just gotta look at the options and take ’em. … If you see a fork in the road, just take it.” So I took it. Alone.
I got nobody on my side and, surely, that ain’t right. But, in listening to this song, I keep on wondering whether the fork was the solution all along. Because if the fork was the right choice for me, then how can it feel this wrong? And that is exactly the kind of feeling that you get from watching this live performance of Portishead.
The sense that, whatever road you might be on right now, and whatever fork there may be in front of you, the only one who can see it … is you. And therefore the only one who can actually feel it … is you. And since we as human beings are all fundamentally alone in this endeavour, more often than not we just don’t take any fork at all, and freeze.
Director of video: Dick Carruthers
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
There are goals. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for. You’ve worked so hard for this: Escape. This is it. Leaving the wretched misery, the narrowmindedness, those intense moments of purely empty stomach aches. The ultimate way to transcend the hazy, blurry, yet self-sustained default Western boredom that seems to fuel us all. But misery no mo’! Romantic adventures here I come! And to think this all started with a cheap Paint-like TV commercial, that you just happened to stumble upon that one time you could not not babysit the neighbor’s elderly cat, who was once again being her blind old clumsy self by frantically jumping up and down the living room, switching the TV on by mistake (or was it, a mistake?), and out of the corner of your eye you caught this gleamy image of a planet far far away full of palmtrees, a beautiful sunset and naked humanlike supermodels all over the sand, as if they were put there, just for you. Waiting, for you. Wanna get away from it all? The sound of the narrator’s voice. Like a magician who just popped in your mind, who instantly understands your most immediate creative needs. We offer you: Escape. At first you assumed it was nothing. One of those daily pop commercials that are trying to sell you Thailand, or worse, The Philippines, just for those few days you didn’t have to wander around like a robot. Romantic adventures. So you signed up. And here it is. 20 years later. The destruction of mankind. And you set sail for a better place. A new place, perhaps. A colony thing. Wanna get away from it all? Yes please. Three. Two. One.
Director of MV: Fred & Annabelle
That feeling when you’re off. Off to see the world. You’re all packed up and ready to go. To go see distant lands, see creatures you’ve never seen before, only heard talking of. Those places you’ve never visited before; of which you never knew their beautiful existence. And so you spread your wings and fly, open your arms, and your heart, to welcome anything that’s New in there, anything at all, as if to say “Hi, who are you? I wish I’ve met you sooner, cause you kinda light up my world”. But then, as you go out there, out into the wild, no one really notices you. Well, you know, maybe some dog does. But no actual human being notices you. Such a shame. You’d think they’d notice. I mean, look at you, you’re nice, and friendly, and courageous. Take the first man on the moon, for example, I bet they noticed him. But you’re not like him, are you? No, cause him at least they noticed. No one notices you, do they? Until … suddenly, … someone does notice you. Not only notices you, but actually sees you. And you feel your heart lighting up, you feel on top of the moon, and … and he walks away, anyway. And you don’t understand. Lordy, don’t leave me all by myself. So you pack up, and leave. Back to your old place. Where nothing is ever New. But only when you arrive awaits you something you hadn’t noticed before. They have seen you have returned. And you’re welcomed into someone’s world. And so now, mhuhahahah, now you’ve found the perfect plan. Now those strange folks must notice you.
Director of MV: StyleWar