A considerable number of sociological, economic, and cultural influences shape art, moulding our conceptions on how we understand, judge, and value it. As the maxim goes - we shape our environment and our environment shapes us - As another maxim goes: Give children crayons, and they draw. They invariably create something. We never really grow up do we?
Showing posts with label hedonism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hedonism. Show all posts
Saturday, 15 August 2009
The Truth - there's a Beginning and an End
Talking candidly - I feel I must in this instance -
there wasn't much else to life. There had been a morass in indulgence and violent ignorANCE. Some might recount the hedonism of Madchester and the Hacienda but I was too poor to go that far. Trough of Bowland in an old clapped out Ford Cortina was the limit, breathing in the toxic fumes of the otherside of hedonistic life (hence the semiotic nature of this blog). Have you ever tried a bucket? Not the spade version. I hated it. The first time I tried it I felt guilty and horrid. There's more to life. There's music and emotion and feeling sorry for yourself. That DM music was the escape - it happened because young people think they will live forever and have the power to shape the world. You think you will fall in love and have the world's largest orgasm and be romantic at the same time. That's what the music provoked; it saved the mind from going mad.
Labels:
DM,
Ford Cortina,
Hacienda,
hedonism,
Madchester,
Trough of Bowland
Location: London
Deansgate, Manchester M3, UK
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