Play it again.
Crystal Castles - "Untrust Us"
My love for this song cannot be helped. Listen to it as loud as your ears can stand it. It's like a mantra of purpose and victory. The anthem of a world in revolution - complete with dramatic nuances, primal beats, and the sacred wavelengths of youths howling in such a haunting and penetrating way. And what if it's a little synthesized? Everything in the future will be synthetic or otherwise synthesized anyways. That's the point.
We are this future.
Strangely, the lyrics are these:
La cocaina no es buena para su salud,
La cocaina is not good for you.Take those words to heart. So true. haha.
My heart embraces this noise completely. I believe in the power of Crystal Castles. The modern youth of this multi-national world can appreciate video-game chirps and beeps as good music like no other ears listening before or after this particular epoch of time. This music demarcates a generational border, defining us. An anthem.
The ears of any generation older than us can certainly appreciate modern music if they've a practiced ear bent for finding good music. But i've known so many people to stop evolving with music past a certain decade, preferring to remain in the comfort zone of the melodies and anthems that defined what they considered their precious youth ... the same music ... repeating ... repeating ... skipping like a record. but fuck if Bob Dylan, The Stones, and the like ain't still putting out okay musics - ghosts, themselves, of their own glorified youths - long before innocent little words like "endorsements" and "mortality" began carrying massive gravitas. I'm not implying that an older set of ears, by default has less appreciation. I am posing a question: do the ears of each passing generation, be default of "the times", appreciate the music of the preceding generations less. i love Frederic Chopin and i love The Beatles passionately, but because their not of my generation does that mean i can't appreciate them with equal intimacy the older generations have had the privilege to? i'll never get to hear Frederic Chopin play the piano, i'll only hear accurate imposters! i'll never got to grow old and follow the progression of The Beatles parallel with my own youth ... meh ... but at least i can still hear them on vinyl. in my lifetime i'll probably see the death of the remaining Beatles, as i've already seen the death of Michael Jackson. i'll see the death of Bob Dylan. of all The Stones. I'll see these massive pillars of music crumble in a row, like dominoes, death counting them off ... but you or i could be scattered somewhere inbetween them because there's no real order to death, when you get right down to it ... and thus the romantic image i've spent a paragraph building lays demolished but you've already gotten the point...._..][:.._..
Returning to a point, any point at all, I'm sure some must but i wish most could appreciate the heavily synthesized sounds and MIDI-music-scapes with a mind open to melody, power, and endurance in this music. If they listened they could discern a pulse: the pulse of the times to come when we, grey-haired and thick, have taken the helms entirely from the wrinkled hands of the last old men and wrung out their old prejudices and traditions. at some point when our president is in the same general age range as us, i'll bet you he'd have spent some time as a young man hijacking digital cars in a digital sandbox and was on the run from the digital police for committing digital murder and digital grand theft auto. haha. and in-turn we, you and i, will take our-turn as the engineers and architects of the world for a while, stepping forward blindly and blind to the direction of anything at all, least of all the direction of technological evolution. we'll keep upgrading until we can't upgrade no more. that's our weight. our curse. we're forever cursed to upgrade. download the new version. install updates. upload more information. there's no going back at this point. we've no map, just a COLLECTIVE OF IDEAS and suggestions. we've no guarantee of survival to soothe us in the always violent and always present moment.
Then one day WE, oh great WE, will be
usurped! by the next burning-eager and brighter generation. It's a hopeful thing. Despite all the modern day outrages of equality (gay rights, third world despotism, etc.)and as truly unjust as they are, i give the human race credit for the leaps and bounds we've made in ethnic and gender civil rights over the last 200 years. Change isn't easy, especially when you've got to break a 10,000 year bad habit of our tendency to oppress and enslave things that are either female or foreign. Puts it in perspective, yeah? We're evolving at an exponentially and ridiculously rapid pace ... so these modern particulars will be cleared up in a few years is my hope.
Each generation embraces video-gaming slightly more than the last. This swirling decline of resistance or lack of exposure is in a free fall. At this rate the majority of the population 50 years from now will probably be functioning reugularly in a third reality: our waking reality, our dreaming reality, and then ... our virtual reality. one hundred science-fiction-driven theories can speculated around that idea - but as you should be listening to "Untrust Us" and really feeling it by now, i'll return to a narrower prediction.
with the evolution of video-games, all the music will be either songs that have to be licensed (think Rock Band, radio stations on Grand Theft Auto, etc.) or contracted out to symphonic orchestras, or other masterful sound-engineers (think mistah' Trent Reznor and Quake). The beeps of Atari consoles, the 8-bit rock of the NES will be lost beyond this generation - becoming an isolated niche, something genuine and authentic belonging to us and our generation specifically. the music itself may be recycled and reused, but only in a nostalgic, retro, or ironic way. but right now. in this present moment. for this generation. our generation. yours and mine. this music is authentically:
passionate, endearing, defining, liberating. ours.
ps: question.
pps: now i ask you again. why game?
ppps: omar. fuck yeah, war is an ugly thing.
(2p^2)+s: -cjs.
