keskiviikko 29. helmikuuta 2012

FuCTA!

Music is such an incredible force. No matter whether I put on some Neurosis, John Lee Hooker or Melissa Auf Der Maur, it always gives me huge trips. I don't abuse any illegal substances, and despise the barely legal ones too, but music has been my drug since I was about five, and heard the first Type O Negative, Moonspell and Dismember records my uncle used to listen to. Of course I did not quite understand what it was that happened inside my head, but later on I had to use music in an escapist way. For seven grucial years of my growth my life was ascetic, strict and painful. I did not quite fit in within the limitations and rules of my own family and the small community my hometown inevitably started to form. I was taught to feel guilty for who I was and what I was not, I carried guilt and shame with me for seven years, until I got out.

Before that, music had worked like a drug, keeping me out of reality, latching the door that would lead to all the self-inflicted guilt and the sense of being misplaced the reality had to offer. After I moved away, I realised there are no limitations to what I am capable of. I can become anything, I have two big ears and a huge mouth, I have ten fingers and there has been lots of great artist who have been able to express themselves with less fingers. Hell, there have been blind and deaf musicians, so maybe I can learn some of it and express myself too. And I kinda did. Music became everything, it is the drug that takes me tripping, it helps me channel my emotions and it helps me give some form to my own thoughts and emotions. It is our universal gift.

We, as mortal beings, can not really do much in this world. We are thrown here, in the world that exists, but which can never announce it's existence anywhere, because we die and decompose. Everyone you know, will die before you, or they will mourn you. I'm not trying to sound depressing, that's just the way it is, folks. 200 years from now, last traces of you and even your kids may be wiped out. Life itself is absurd, because most of all the absolute time we are not alive. I believe what Hesse wrote in the final chapter of Gertrud, that because our life is absurd and without a purpose, we can as well be nice to eachother, give and receive comfort, be there for eachother instead of ourselves. Find collectivity in individualism. This is where music comes along. We can and we must, make emotional, actual, real music. To cover all the colours and shades of human emotions, share our mortality with eachother. It goes for all the art, but of all these I find music the strongest force. It is as visual as can be, great music gives you visions without music videos. It sets your imagination on fire. It's intense, and it is great. It is the fifth element, with Milla Jovovich almost naked.

This is why all these copyright peckerfaces make me so frustrated and angry. They do not see music that way. I can bet my left testicle most of them don't listen to real music at home. That's what all the great financial geniouses of the music business let out in every interview. "I don't have time to listen to music at home, because it's my job". These people listen to their thirty annoying chart hits all day, and then claim they truly understand how music works, when they know how business works. Rumblefish claimed bird singing as their material, and got fucked for it. But in my opinion all music is bird singing. YOU CAN NOT OWN MUSIC. If you make songs because you want to call them yours, you are doing it for wrong reasons. My music is mine because most people don't want to have anything to do with it. I still want to share it with anyone who shows any interest towards it. I want to discuss it, I want to break it into pieces and talk about it.

ACTA's problem is that it could make someone license for example crow's singing, and then put all the crows out of business. If a single crow anywhere would start singing, they would jam his asshole with lawyers and sue him for everything he's got. Better sue magpies, they like all shiny things, just like these whores. Economists say we should hold on to progress, but if the license issues pervents us from developing any great ideas further, it ends up strangling all the progress. And that is just ridiculous. I say, break these laws as much as you can. If they have hundreds of thousands of lawsuit in their hands, and people align and refuse to negotiate with these terrorists and their demands, they can not possibly go on with all this. Passive resistance, anarchy.

Music is not business. You're not supposed to get paid for every song you make. In these times it's more and more based on solidarity of the musicians and listeners, who pretty often are the same too. I buy shitloads of records, CD and vinyl, with every penny I get. I want to listen to music, I want to support the artist, make sure they are capable of writing new music, to make sure they can make their living out of it. Some clever guy would say this is where we need music business. No it is not. We have internet. We can anytime stop watching porn and kitty videos, find new music, find the artists themselves and have a straight contact with them. This is how I've found many artists, for example Daniel Persson, a  great Swedish songwriter. And of course many of Peter Dolving's great projects, now excluding The Haunted, which was sad news, but not a big surprise. Still I'm rejoicing the sight of all the artists going more and more independent, cutting the ties of major labels and actually giving in to music. Of course my band and I are always struggling, we have never money, but I'm willing to work, and put my whole pay to support this. Because I know we're on a right path, we are free in ways so many other bands are not.

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