Father John Misty, Fear Fun… who’s afraid of good music?

“I got into my van with enough mushrooms to choke a horse and started driving down the coast with nowhere to go. After a few weeks, I was writing a novel, which is where I finally found my narrative voice…”  and it seems, the inspiration for  J. Tillman‘s latest incarnation, Father John Misty and album, Fear Fun.

It’s that sort of ‘Saturday-morning-door-open-to-a-refreshing-spring-day’ kind of listening. Psychedelic Indy folk melodies that float in on the vivid stream of  Tillman’s voice.  Refreshing, country rock and folk roots wrapped up in an Indy composition. Apart from the creative catalyst of his Hunter S. Thompson-esque road trip, Tillman’s inspiration sounds familiar to my demographic. Sourced deep within the heart of the 70s singer songwriters, his dreamy voice has babbled from a spring on Rocky Mountain Highgurgling on past the Crazy Horse and the homestead scents of fresh American Pieto arrive as a confluence of streams into a blue-green lake of Indy incarnation.

And as for the visuals and the sound mix,  OysterHuman sums it up with his top rating comment on the KCRW video:

“Johnny Knoxville on vocals, Frank Zappa on drums, Rivers Cuomo on guitar, and gay Kurt Cobain on bass. haha”

Fear Fun is a great listen, one that is starting to wear grooves in my iTunes library.  

BTW:  I included two videos, the KCRW live recording and the official video featuring the rising star of actress and comedian, Aubrey Plaza. She owns the  bipolar, sultry-slacker look…I can’t wait for a duet with Natalie Portman.

So all that said, WHERE’s my F*&%!G MUSHIES!? I too am in need of beat poet inspiration and a narrative voice…enjoy.

Father John Misty – Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings (KCRW)

Father John Misty – Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtOToiIDNRA&feature=share&list=ALYL4kY05133qD1yF7uiA7MRJfi5mAIO3q

…the light bulb goes on

“I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about; I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking 12 miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people—Americans and Europeans—come back and go, ohhhhh. And the light bulb goes on.”

Henry Rollins

Damn you Lance

I always find it interesting how some of life’s more prominent events can be deconstructed with the benefit of hindsight. Those things are brought to our attention in many ways but inevitably leave us wiser for the newfound knowledge. We are buoyed by a confirmation of what we always suspected or deflated by the demise of a once respected icon.

As a child I thought Jesus was pretty cool to walk on water and then someone told me it was probably a sand bar, or submerged rocks and favourable light. Then I became an atheist and realised, damn it John 6:15-21, you lied!

Then in my youth there was Uri Geller, a self-proclaimed psychic who could recite audience members’ car license plates and bend spoons by rubbing them. Uri had me glued to the TV emulating him unsuccessfully with my sticky Milo spoon. As it turned out his manager had given him the license plate numbers and magicians outed the spoon-bending trick. A paranormal freak or a well-practiced magician? Damn you Uri, you lied!

Many years later there was that jump-suited president declaring “Mission Accomplished” from the flight deck of an aircraft carrier…when the war has never ended. Then there were those pesky ‘weapons of mass destruction’… that didn’t exist! Damn you George ‘Dubya’, you lied!

Moving along to 2010, Ride Cycling Review (RCR) published an article comparing the physiology and performance of two elite cyclists, Lance Armstrong and Cadel Evans. The article,  Lance vs Cadel: a study of two 22-year-olds  is by Dr David T. Martin, a senior physiologist at the Australian Institute of Sport (AIS).  In his role Dr Martin has been testing elite athletes including Cadel, for over 15 years. You can read the full article on the RCR website however, if you want to skip to the stage finish, here are the highlights:

“… this physiological comparison is of interest because it reiterates that Lance is not merely a physiological freak. Oh yes, he possesses many physiological prerequisites for being successful as a road cyclist but he is not a physiological outlier when compared to other pro cyclists. If anything, Lance’s aerobic capacity is lower than Cadel’s, not extremely superior and we haven’t even addressed the capacity of other top riders like Alberto Contador.

“So don’t think it has been easy for Lance. The data doesn’t support the argument that Lance wins because he was born with some God-given gift, some unique physiological capacity that makes his success as a professional road cyclist easy. There’s a lot involved in winning. Don’t assume that Lance just jumped on a bike and found out that he possessed a superior aerobic capacity and was capable of dropping everyone off his wheel while riding up a nasty climb in the Alps or Pyrenees.

“No, quite the opposite. Lance has great physiology but so do many other professional cyclists including Cadel Evans. The great physiology is a requirement but not a differentiator. I believe the data reviewed in this article supports the concept that Lance is a winner because he has committed himself, trained hard, and designed his environment to allow him to produce exceptional performances.”

According to Dr Martin, “based on physiological traits, it is just a bit too simplistic – and a bit naive – to think that all of Lance’s achievements can be explained by superior build.”

So looking back to those seven Tour de France victories Lance; what was it about your environment that allowed you to produce those exceptional performances? I know you were committed but was it just because you trained harder and smarter and made yourself tougher physically and mentally?

All along the way there were doubters that said you used performance-enhancing drugs but you were emphatic in your denials.

“All that hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up in tests.” You said it was your body and you could do whatever you wanted to it. “Study it; Tweak it; Listen to it. Everybody wants to know what I am on. What am I on? I am on my bike busting my ass six hours a day; what are YOU on?”

Well Lance, I can tell you what I am not on. I’m not on my bike busting my ass six hours a day. I’m also not on Erythropoietin (EPO), I’m not on Testosterone, Human Growth Hormone, and Corticosteroids and I’m not blood-doping nor having saline and plasma infusions.

Oh and while I’m at it, I don’t believe the political spin of world leaders, I don’t believe in paranormal feats and the supernatural, nor do I believe in superhuman efforts. Sadly, not even those of a once revered, seven-time Tour de France winner…

Damn you Lance, your teammates said you lied!

 

Martin, Dr David (2010), Lance vs Cadel: a study of two 22-year-olds, Ride Cycling Review, RIDE #47 (volume 01, 2010), http://www.ridemedia.com.au/?p=7387

Park Alice (2012), Which Drugs Is Lance Armstrong Accused of Taking?, Time Healthland, http://healthland.time.com/2012/08/24/which-drugs-is-lance-armstrong-accused-of-taking/#ixzz29NDmSo5R

The missing beat

The missing beat of what once was.

It must still be there somewhere?

The secret of a dank basement;

In a cavity below the Annandale perhaps?

 

Hiding behind a silverfish-eaten carton of Tooheys long-necks.

There it sits, in a sea of dust,

Floating on a rotting Battle of the Bands poster.

There it sits, suspended in fluid…

 

A spiderweb covered jar of formaldehyde.

But the spiders have moved on,

Only shells of blowflies remain

Cocooned in dusted and matted strands of silk.

 

It glints green from a crack of light.

There it sits, inert and still,

There it sits, lost and lifeless,

The missing beat of what once, was.

 

Shriveled like a bleached kidney,

The cultural heart of Sydney.

 

The marriage of the cobra and the mongoose

If we were to pair a cobra and a mongoose, it might be reasonable to assume this wouldn’t be a match made in heaven. There is a school of thought that opposites attract and case in point, that could certainly be said about these two. However, physical characteristics aside, there are some more fundamental differences that potentially dampen the likely success of this union. Regardless of how manly and cuddly he may be to coil up with, Matty Mongoose may not be the most appropriate choice of partner for Corina Cobra.

I have some experience in this matter. Not with Cobras fortunately but with unions. After about ten years of marriage my ex-wife, the first one, wanted us to attend marriage counseling. I resisted (as I now realise), because I was afraid of what it might reveal.  Finally after many months I relented and to my surprise, found it was a life changing revelation for me. As if a thick curtain had been drawn back, light flooded into my dark, inner self. Counseling was affirming and empowering. I couldn’t return quickly enough. My ex-wife on the other hand, hated it! She immediately bemoaned it’s usefulness and after the second visit, bemoaning transformed into outright hostility.

What brought about such a paradoxical outcome? It was, the revelation of what really makes each of us what we are. Let me explain…

We have hints of this throughout life, we are drawn to some people and remain friends for life. Others come into our lives along the way and stay there close, or at a distance, wherever they fit. Some not so. We out grow them, they us, we move on, they move on…perhaps the gloss wears off or something happens that breaks a bond, removes trust, scours the fabric of our innate sense of morality or ethics. You know it when it happens, someone will do something that just doesn’t sit right with you. You might dwell on it, or file it away into the recesses of your mind but it sits there…and you know it.

The thing about non-partner relationships is that there is so much other “stuff” going on, distractions, time apart and no real need to explore what is different about each other, as most of time you are too busy enjoying life – so easily avoid it. If a big issue, then it may well fracture your friendship and you part, perhaps lamenting them, perhaps glad of their passing. However, in a marriage or a partnership, this may take on a different guise.

Your partner will do things that annoy you. If it’s physical you probably compensate – clean the drips from the floor in front of the toilet, scrape the hair from the drain hole, squeeze the toothpaste from the end of the tube, pick up the dirty undies, wash the dirty dishes, mow the lawns, clean out the car…whatever your differences you find yourself compensating or accepting or perhaps rejecting if those differences really matter to you. I pass no judgment but now understand the reasons why.

There may be more insidious issues that may gnaw away at you – the disparaging remarks about your friends, or worse, your family. The sanctimonious attitude or equally the unsophisticated shrug of the shoulders to something that has particular importance to you.  A division of political, social, religious or intellectual proportions. Even greater, a division of ethical boundaries – something that sits as a foundation to everything we do.

All of these differences and indeed myriads more can be glossed over and pushed to the side in the interests of the positive things in your lives, your commitment to each other, your busy lives forging a partnership. Then along comes children. So what changes?

We all know a child provides a sudden re-appraisal of lifestyle. Most people gloss over it thinking they are different and nothing needs to change if you don’t let it rule your life – but it does. Life revolves around the needs of a helpless, adorable being that is a part of you. Your flesh and blood, your DNA and that of your partners. This need not be genetic by the way. I’m adopted and know from my own experience that bonds can be formed that are every bit as strong, even stronger that some genetic ones. Your children are an extension of you and as such can take on greater focus than your partner. Hang on, what did I just say?! Well indeed it can be and is, in lots of cases, true. The bond you make with your child may compliment the one you have with your partner but it is also true to say, it may compensate for the bond you would like to have…

Unless you have the emotional intelligence and the strength of character to recognise the differences and act upon them, to work together (and it does have to be together); to accept these differences, to work at changing, to compensate, to compromise. This may succeed with issues of lesser emotional impact, such as house training and the like – but can it succeed with core values, our inner stamp, which remains hidden most of the time until an escalation has us reaching within, not realising what we will find. Which brings me back to our counseling sessions.

What was revealed for me was that my views, my convictions and my inner turmoil was real, justified and that I should act upon it and not repress it.

What was revealed for my ex-wife was we did indeed have distinct differences, irreconcilable ones as it turned out…and that I wasn’t to blame for those, nor was she. However she wanted to cling to a dream while I yearned for freedom from my inner turmoil and freedom to express my true self. Irreconcilable, yes. Sad, traumatic and ultimately destructive; bitter and acrimonious as it spiraled out of control. All revealed from one simple, constructive counseling session. All created by childhood.

So what was it that set this emotional time bomb ticking? It was revealed, as my counselor peeled back the layers of our inner most selves, our deep core formed by the union of nature versus nurture. We are the products of our personalities, ‘we’ for each of us, varies. It makes this wonderful existence and our inter-personal relationships so enlivening, entertaining, so rich and colourful. So what of our nurture? Well that is the interesting part. The real point of difference.

Each and every one of us from different families, were of course raised in different households with different parents. Each family imparted their views, ethics, morals and mechanisms for expression, passion, reservation, communication, resolution, argument…the list goes on. Our family environments in early childhood, those first seven years of life (or thereabouts) shaped how we now behave and react, our default reactions, our emotional responses which have been impressed into our personalities and define our persona. Did your mother or your father instill a sense of responsibility for your actions or pander to your tantrums? Were you guided to consider others or were your needs met above all else? Did your family avoid any discussion of issues or alternately happily engage differing points of views and try to resolve disputes – did you talk and debate, was your opinion considered and could you agree to disagree…or did emotive arguments ensue, followed by hysterics, or even worse violence?

When you understand that the family environment, the one which guided your childhood intellectual and emotional development, has in fact shaped the person you are today, you may understand your own behaviors, emotions, ethics and morals and the reasons for them. Equally you will be able to recognise those of others around you.

Most of us conveniently side-step this revelation until a child comes along. It is then that these imprints of values and ethics take on more importance than any other time in your life. This child is part of you, your flesh and blood (or emotional equivalent) is to receive your deepest and most heartfelt outpouring of love and values, your values. So when those values differ from those of your partner – well there is suddenly your child and an emotional elephant in the room. A glaring, unmistakable point of difference, which now matters more to you or your other, pretty much more than anything that has happened before.

If you and your partner share emotional intelligence and can recognise and articulate your differences, then you may be able to navigate your way through this perilous emotional passage. If you can’t reconcile those differences you may decide to accept and compensate for the other, for the sake of the union. This result potentially leaves you living with a win-lose outcome. You or your partner are conceding something that may eat away at your/their very core. Unresolved emotional turmoil churns away inside you and can be highly detrimental to your health. There is an established pattern which shows that stress induced changes to the immune system lead to ill-health and increase your chances of developing nasties like cancer.

The irony is that separating may provide the circuit breaker for your own stress but it doesn’t resolve your parenting differences. It actually magnifies them – you are unable to intervene as you now relinquish control over what happens to your children when they with your ex’ and of course, vice versa.

Adding a child to a relationship will expose your core values, your guiding principles that are rarely discussed and seldom articulated and explained prior to partnering or marrying. Who has ever experienced pre-marital counsel advising, ‘I am so sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings – but you two are destined to failure…’

Friends may see it and express reservations; say ‘are you sure, really sure he’s right Corina?’

Of course you are; ‘Matty is sooo (sic) right for me – I know some people call him a Mongoose but he doesn’t behave like that at all’.

Nup, the realisation is never going to happen until it’s too late, is it? But who’s to say all that passion and emotional turmoil isn’t character building and life enhancing?

It’s just that despite the lustful hormones that are currently rushing through your bodies creating feelings of consuming passion, unparalleled sexual pleasure, intimate tenderness and above all a sense of true love and destined permanent union – you actually may end up hating each others guts with all the intensity and venom of a cobra and a mongoose!

Thanks to Meshel Laurie for the inspiration:  When parenting styles clash inside a relationship