I’m playing Paint Ball, say, which I really like playing, and at the climax of Paint Ball when I’m having the most fun, if you put the whole thing in freeze-frame and say, ‘Hang on, wouldn’t you rather be in your studio making tracks?’ the answer’s always going to be ‘Yes.’ Deep down, I know that I’d always want to be in my studio, like 24 hours a day, every day. I don’ t do that, because my friends wouldn’t let me. They’d come and drag me out. The other reason is, I don’t think it’s healthy. I want to do other things. I think I do, anyway.”
True that, though it should be doesn’t eat pork.
Paper Ghost - ROM
(Source: mpdrolet)
Fish Making Food - ROM
I’m Happy, She Said - M83
(Source: lushush)
My Face - M83
I suddenly think about David Byrne singing in 15-year-old Jonathan Lethem’s bedroom. He’s not there. He’s not located at site of my worship; he’s like the women who pose for Playboy. The artist freezes himself into these weird postures that are meant to be impressive and involving, then he flings them out into the world like Polaroids, and then he moves on. And I’m stuck in this intense relationship to the Polaroid. —Jonathan Lethem
She Stands Up - M83
(Source: ffffffound)
I’m Getting Closer - M83
Violet Tree - M83
For some reason I really wanted some black metal vocals to appear on this track. Maybe because I originally thought it was titled ‘Violent Tree.’
Art by Jacob Isaaksz van Ruisdael
Facing That - M83
Sitting - M83
Wow. This track seems to have a lot more going for it than all of his later acclaimed ones.
art by antonnewcombe
(Source: joncarling)
At the Party - M83
In all honesty, transgender surgery just seems symbolically and literally superficial. If a person wants to act more like his/her view of the opposite gender, that’s fine with me. But getting surgery is not only playing into constructed gender roles, but it’s becoming fake, unnatural, mutilated. People complain about breast implant surgery and yet I don’t see the difference between that and gender reassignment for men. In the end, both are artificial and futile attempts at becoming more ‘womanly,’ whatever that is.
Oh Lord, if there was an audience for this kind of writing
In summation: Playing Ocarina of Time now is like a surgeon retraining as a fishmonger.
He is like my Scaruffi of video games, only much more jaded. This blasphemy of a review is so beautiful to me, much like the Beatles reviews of Scaruffi. It’s not like I wholly agree with it, but it is just so nice to see a dissenting opinion amongst all the (somewhat) unwarranted cock riding. Something I do completely agree with both of them on is the necessity of originality for essential art. An album or a game can be made to look/sound much better, but it can (and often should) still be viewed as worse because the initial impact has diminished. Rehashes must stop being rewarded!
Although I just realized I am partially spouting some idealistic bullshit because I don’t like Ocarina of Time and I am loving the fuck out of Skyward Sword.
