Empty Days

Sunday, July 18, 2004



The margin of the marginal.

You might want to think why punk and industrial techno "music" (I am not quite sure it deserves to be called music - but it's still the voice of the unconscious) is so deathly violent.

Why is it that in our pampered world the thing that really speaks to so many is this sort of unbounded ransacked raving machine sounds? Not to mention words. It's not simply "counter-culture" - and it's not simply "adolescent". You might do well to ask yourself what it represents exactly - and why so many "youth" feel represented by it, into their late 30's no less. There is a logic to this that is not very pretty.

It is easy to see that the "problems" of our dear western society - such as drug-addiction and crazy music as its upshot - are a direct product of its most praised characteristics: comforts, wealth, success, individual freedom, urban anonymity, universal humanitarian values, highly organized peace, fun, and services. Paradoxically, we pay an enormous human price for all of these. It turns out that the only way you can be entirely content in such a world is by denying and effectively obliterating no less than half of your actual human nature - which includes a lot of unorganized, willful, chaotic and violent characteristics. Then you get to get your civilized piece of life.

There is much more street-crime in poor urban areas than in wealthy ones - in the latter the accent is more on suicide and occasional crimes of passion. But taken as a whole all this is a byproduct of the city life. Drug-addiction is evenly distributed across the whole society - as a byproduct.

You might wonder why people need to shoot themselves or shoot their ears with crazy music all the time. But what else can you do? You are free to shout, in any case no one will hear you - because it's not worth hearing. That's how you escape - from your comforts, your anonymity, your high-paying job, lukewarm relationships, and a thousand pleasant things of this life.

The anger and rage expressed in the so-called "marginal" music - punk and even rap - is practically necessary. The curious thing is that this whole world is so blamelessly well-organized there is nothing you can say against it - you would be speaking against your own idea of happiness.

But for some reason this idea is terribly suffocating. And you don't even know why - don't you want the very same things as everybody else? Don't you want more sex, more fun, more freedom, more money, and peace on earth? How can you really stand up to your own idea of happiness? You can't - that's the paradox - and all you do instinctively is yell and scream and hit your head against the wall.

You can't think - because there's no point in thinking - because you can't escape from yourself.

I think that's what this "marginal" music is about - it's not even about rebellion, it's just hopelessness and inability to think or feel your way out of this magnificent trap.





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