ON NOTHING DAYS

The title of this entry is a reference to a short film made by one of my old film profs for the CBC when he was 16. It's a teen angst epic which you can catch a glimpse of here. By my estimation, it probably wasn't an amazing film. but for a 16 year old with a Bolex? It's probably watchable, if not slightly genuine, which is not something you can say about the vast majority of films made by 16 year olds in the 1960s.

I am feeling severly uncreative these days. Perhaps it's the heat and humidity. Is there something about clothes sticking to your skin that draws the inspiration juices away from your brain and into the atmosphere for others to steal?

The problem stems with music. Since my epic video-game-sapce-country-funkpunk band broke up due to unsustainable long distance issues this past March, I've touched my guitar maybe ten times, and it seems like each time I do so, a string breaks. I could buy a new set, but I've got nothing to play! I tried the old 1985 electric piano I've had since I was 5 for a while, to some fantastic results, but those days seems long gone now. When will I break out another "Morning In the City"? ) oh, wait, considering the circumstances under which that song was written, probably never again in that context (ie. a certain "drug" was "used" in the making of that song that caused some serious reality issues for the next couple of weeks). It's been months since I've written a song and I'm wondering what this is all about.

The other day, I came to realize: maybe it's because I'm bored? Ok, well, I'm not bored in the "I've got nothing to do" sense. I'm talking about something much deeper and paralyzing.

Let me explain briefly:

Over the course of the 20th century, movements that pushed great art to the forefront were spurned from causes borne from desperation and imminent threats to well being. What does our generation do now? We just get bored, despite the fact that world is more fucked up than ever. As a result, a lot of our work in the atistic fields is aimless, guided only by the "we've got nothing better to do" mentality.

I'm afraid I suffer from this numbing inability to strive for change, and thus, I've got no songs to sing for anyone at this moment in time because singing out of boredom is like masturbating without feeling horny.