Tonight's line up included the ethereal and soulful Chic Gamine ( world beat goddesses), the tantric monkey requiem of Knick Knackerson and the Minglers (apes will be rifling through my dreams tonight) and the mystical sound celebrations of the GODKINGS, layered with rythmn, harmony, mythology and mirth. Host Kristian Enright, sentinel of time and purveyor of warmth, was on hand to complete the evening. Poetry and positivity were all around us.
pictures 2 and 4 photocredits to Jesse E.J. Quesnel.
10 comments:
Haha, cool!
heh. way cool.
thanks to all who came. i have finally stopped trying to convince myself that i'm not a "real" musician.
You're not?
:)
You haven't emerged as a musician yet, or have you?
are you an artist?
are you a writer?
How does one qualify/quantify these titles?
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The best thing to do is stop thinking about it I guess.
If you play music, you're a musician, if you make art you're an artist if you overthink things you're a dumb-dumb? (that's me. :)
I would say that thinking about these questions is in fact quite important, for a few reasons. I would also say not thinking about it is fine, too.
For me... I'm quite new at music. I remember a while back when I started making visual art on a whim, and several people were very quick to say to me: What the hell are you doing? You're not an artist. Or, you're not a "real" one, anyway.
Eventually, my defense was exactly what you just said, knack. I'm making art right now. Therefore, at least in some sense, I'm an artist.
My struggle with being a "real" musician or not comes down to this: I look at the musicians who I admire-- Ike, the D-Rangers, Druni, etc, and, in a sense, I don't feel justified in saying that what I do is the same as what they do. Because it's not. To be honest, it feels a bit fraudulent to me, for reasons that have to do w/ own issues as much as anything.
So, yeah... I'm a "real" musician. But I still look at Druni in awe, and am aware that I could spend the rest of my life practicing and learning, and probably never acheive that level she's at. That's no dis to me... it's more a statement of the difference between late-in-life dabblers (which would describe my relation to both visual art and music) and people who know their art intimately.
Now as for writing... I haven't the slightest qualms about standing next to Enright or Ondaatje anyone else and going: Yep, I belong there. Vain? No. Well, maybe. But also an understanding that, what they do, I do too. I write every day. I've written pretty much every day of my life since I was a kid. And I've read every day, too, since I was tiny-- with purpose. So, in that regard, it doesn't faze me to say "I'm a writer". A serious one, at that.
Whew.
I'm tired. That was a rant.
And i should be at work on my article.
Ah, sweet procrastination. :)
Now... you tell me:
Am I a "real" procrastinator?
I guess it's just a difference between seeing ourselves "in action" or "having reached a certain destination".
Like you said, some artists are further down the road (Druni is awesome) but I'd venture to say that many don't believe they've arrived at the final destination.
In my mind there is no final destination only signposts leading us to our next rest stop.
My burning question is: Am I a "real" facebooker?"
Identity is a really complex concept. The conversations around the claims (and the right) to claim certian ones is pretty intriguing and slippery.
I wonder if in a context of DIY, craft and other phenomenon this identity is getting challenged, it seems many people are making "art". Is the artist identity losing it's status? Is it time for a more critical perspective (like the ones we heard from Wolfboy, which I think makes sense).
I guess it also begs the questions "what are artists' motivations for art making?" and "Is art a profession or is it something else?"
I mean in the same way I could say that since I brush my teeth, floss, and do other self care that I'm a dentist(?)
:)
heh.
my mind is reeling.
that's a good take on it though. with writing, i see myself as well on down the road, having travelled it all my life.
with music, i see myself as a passionate amateur, recognizing that there's a million 10-year olds out there who play drums as well as or better than me. i'm only starting on that road, and therefore don't say that what i'm doing is the "same" as what druni is doing. equal, but different, maybe.
now: to be a dentist, must one also be unrelentingly intense and burn with the love-rage? heh. the love-rage.
p.s. you're not even a "fake" facebooker. time to join.
ONE OF US
ONE OF US
ONE OF US.
always the unrelenting flame of the love-rage and its' instrument the velvet gloved hand of violence, the poke in the eye and the reality therein.
;)
HA! LOL!
too funny.
are you hearing this, c-doggie?
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