ON PLAYING THE GAME
"“Today what we are experiencing is the absorption of all virtual modes of expression into that of advertising. Advertising effaces any support and any depth, signifying a reabsorption of everything into the surface and plunges us into this stupified, hyperreal euphoria that we could not exchange for anything else.”
if this is so why do we continue trying to exchange it? this perception of dematerialisation and attempts to push back against it. why not fucking surrender? 'play the game' as luka says and touched upon. become 'semiotically literate'. choose to choose, choose to start, start the game.
my rap rituals thread was an attempt to move beyond the "we can't stick it to the man any more" narrative and find aesthetically redeeming qualities in it.
i've really tried to do this in a self conscious attempt to break out of my own rockism for the past six years, through
THE CHILLWAVE CONTINUUM, and a huge part of that has been hearing what u do in dematerialised/hypermaterialist rap. young thug and main attrakionz have both stuck w me the most but i completely understand why u feel migos to be futuristic, i just dipped out after 2014.
not pursuing vaporwave detournement strictly as a joke among friends but spending unhealthy amounts of time on youtube looking for tape rips (75% of the time advertisements) and archive.org looking for early net art (often not made with the purpose of being 'net art' but looking like such to someone who started on phpboards and came of age during asocial media) and strictly appropriating/drawing on
what resonated with my body, that was always the test.
trying to give the early records the most charitable reading possible, assuming they could only resonate w me if the source material/inspiration also resonated with the artists. that it wasn't a Fuck You, some kind of clever comment on neoliberalism or whatever. but an attempt at a
felt response to this surreal and frighteningly fast process, of which neoliberalism is definitely one part. that in japan neoliberalism means the Colorful Boom, convertible to yokohoma, but in the south it means 'the hour of the furnaces', and it really
really fucking does.
but something in my mental health snapped in 2016 and i've just found it very difficult to approach making art this way or get excited ab new music, pop in general. i've just hit a wall. this isn't a problem w this outlook/approach but a personal problem, burnout. it's that i spent so much time trying to find what colors popped out to me in the metropole bloom and was ignoring the hour of the furnaces, chicago boys terrorism aspect, and how i perpetuate it, however indirectly, by engaging with the internet. moral turpitude. prurience.
"Reading Ballard's introduction to 'The Doors of Experience' the other day and he talks about how the entertainment/media has 'engirdled' the earth, so that the only way to escape fiction is to pursue/plumb the inner depths"
the only way out is down and right through. trying to escape to the outside by going up, backwards, sideways, only draws you further in.
the pioneering mumble rap tune.
gleefully post-human and superficial. chorus like a jingle
young money
is THE CHILLWAVE CONTINUUM. compare 'bedrock' and 'problem areas'.
[provisional conclusion: keep playing the game, just tap out when u need to?]