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So I type out all of my tags(that’s right, they are Artisanal; I hope, Dear Readers, you Appreciate all the Work I put into this Meticulous Internet Experience u_u), and occasionally I mistype reblog as erblog and... I kinda Really Like erblog.
I’d like to think that, in some other timeline, some Alternate Me made that mistake all the way back in 2012 and decided to stick with it uvu uvu
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Image, Memory, and Music
I don’t know why Tom Petty dying is such a big deal to me; I liked his music but I don’t really ID closely with artists I like in that way. I guess I just always thought of him as that young guy dressed up as the madhatter being inscrutably sly, or standing in the California sun playing his guitar? How can a young, cheeky person like that be dead? Of course he was 66; Petty hadn’t been young for decades.
He was a constant though. Folks never portrayed him as a hugely influential cultural touchstone like Dylan or Garcia or Richards, but he and the Heartbreakers were always there making hit songs year after year, keeping that unique voice and mellow sound of his in the Charts, singing about folks dealing with pain, adversity, exclusion, and ambition. He was a great musician and songwriter; I actually listened to and knew his lyrics, which I can’t say for 98% of the music I listened to in the 90s.
Anyway, it sucks that he’s dead and that his voice is gone now. Of course it’s an inevitability -it happens to all of us and everyone, no matter how impish, lively, or Californian their public image- but that it had to happen sometime doesn’t make it any less sad that it happened. I hope he didn’t suffer too badly.
zA Maunders on Existentialism and Society
I didn't want to attach this comment to the last post because I can't think of a way to make it that might not sound like I'm jeering it, but I've never really understood why folks respond to existentialism as horrifying.
It's central tenets are basically "your decisions matter; what you think matters; who you are matters" and, growing up in a world where you are taught from the earliest age that your value as a person is defined entirely by how rigorously you do what others tell you to do, how loyally you serve the interests of your "betters", and how little you complain about what those "betters" decide to do to you(basically, on how ok you are with erasing yourself from your own life to profit sadistic egotists), what could be a more comforting and heartening message?
