Amazing! Really, it’s a bit surprising that you can believe having found all the happiness in the world. And yet with slender and hissing eyes a huge dissatisfaction is peeking out of happiness’ muddily shadow.
To put all one’s eggs into one basket in a competition. Wow! I really admire those, who can do this. Hower it be in a business case, in a game of chance, in love, for one’s lifetime dream. My congratulations to those, who win! And still my admiration for those, who loose!
It’s comparable to comedians. It is believed that they are in private as funny as on stage. But than one recognizes, no, they are quite normal. Of course one is dissapointed. It feels like complete void. How boring!
But maybe that’s correct. There is show. And there is life, in which show is often improper.
It’s the same with competition situations and such circumstances, where there is no competition. A competition situation is characterised by: feverish expectation, risky immediate decision, dramatic turn. Sparkling wine or seltzer. And so on. But if a circumstance isn’t a competition situation: calculating expectations, a lazy a-stitch-in-time-saves-nine, “everything flows”. A bazaar of opportunities. Why then putting all one’s eggs into one basket under such circumstances?
For example. You hear it from the Radio DJ, you read it in internet forums, you read it on amazon in the customers’ commentaries, you read it in music reviews. There they are praised as the real McCoy: a band or a music style. Anything es acknowledged with a blank space, which is going to be filled arbitrary with a huge repertoire of dispraises. Such an extensive spectre of expressions. It ranges from neurotic compound sentences to flogging ellipsises, which lack all constraints.
Well, someone found the happiness of his life in a music genre or in a band. But at the same time there is this dissatisfaction. There still is other music, there still are other bands and interpreters. And there are people who like it! There is the saying, „if you had remained silent, you would have remained a philosopher”. That saying can be transfered. If you hadn’t blustered, you would have remained a happy man.
Well, I would call this a typical case of confusion, for competition and non-competition, that’s big difference.
But I won’t withhold a reason. In Andrey Tarkovsky’s film »Stalker« the three guys have a chat on music. Here we go:
I think that this statement is conclusive: “What is it, that starts to vibrate within us?” I claim it says the following: the music I like has something to do with myself. Well, not that you think, those who listen to pop music are shallow and stupid. And who listens to musique concrète has got a skyscraping IQ. Because maybe this is the case: that music, which attracts to very easily concerns the surface. Who we are or who we want to be for the outside. Otherwise we wouldn’t go public with our music taste.
Maybe that’s why we can find the depths of ourselves in music, to which we barely listen or never. Suddenly there is a song by which one is attracted. And that’s surprising!
I prefer music like this:
- Lycia – “Anywhere But Home” (from The Burning Circle and Then Dust, CD A)
- Elend – “The Hemlock Sea” (from Sunwar the Dead)
- Jonathan Harvey & Frances-Marie Uitti – “six” & “seven” (from Imaginings)
- Supersilent – “1.3” (from 1-3)
But somewhere down the road I heared “Dancing” by Elisa. I’m still stunned…