Thursday, February 17, 2011

Let's collaborate...





I've been thinking about collaboration a lot lately. The idea of collaboration and its possibilities. Some of the worlds most exciting art is the result of artists working together. Coops, residencies, artist groups. Often works of art by an individual artist were born from a collaborative environment. Artists living and or/working together, sharing ideas, feeding off each others creative energy.
       Music is an inherently collaborative art. And film making is an entirely collaborative process. Impossible to accomplish without working with other creative minds.
      I believe I thrive in a collaborative environment. I don't believe I am the funniest man on the planet but even so, early on in my life I realized I was funniest when in an intimate group environment. With people I trusted and with whom I related. Even now, when out catching up with friends at the pub, I am continually aware of how much more creative my ideas are when we are in mid conversation. When we are discussing hypothetical surreal scenes and situations and each person in the circle is adding his/her twist to the story, taking things to a continually funnier and weirder place.
     Many nights from my time as teenager to present day, I've sat at my computer or my typewriter or had my notebook in my lap trying to recreate the conversations I'd recently had with friends. Trying to create similar ideas on my own. And its difficult. At least for me. Maybe other more creative people than myself find it easy, and I take my hat off to them. But for myself, it is hard to recapture that collaborative energy. Even in a relaxed situation like sitting in a pub with friends, where no one is consciously trying to create anything. Where everyone is simply relaxing, talking, joking, the creative energy involved can be invigorating.
     And it is this fact that has continually left me on my own sat on trains, walking cities, sat in bed, considering the possibilities of true conscious collaboration. If sitting in a pub or in a friends living room can stir up such creativity, what would the possibilities of real collaboration be? Endless. That's the conclusion I've reached.
      It sounds stupidly simple when I think about it. And stupidly obvious. I know I'm not reinventing the wheel here, and that collaboration has been an important part of creating throughout the history of civilization. It just hits you a bit harder when you actually stop and think about concepts like that.
     Another thing that got my wheel spinning was the internet. Again, it seems obvious. But a few years ago Buck 65  and a girl from Belgium called Joelle Phuong Minh Le who records her own music under the name Greetings From Tuskan, made an album together called More Heart Than Brains. They called their collaboration Bike For Three. But what interested me most about this project, aside from the music, was the fact both artists involved never actually met each other in person. Before or during their collaboration. They met over the internet, and exchanged ideas over the internet. And Joelle would send Rich Terfry(Buck 65) music she produced and he would write lyrics for it and record his vocals. That's how the entire record was made. I think that's pretty incredible. It's a great album too.
     So I had that in my mind, then I found myself observing Facebook, particularly threads on Facebook. The way people add comments onto a persons status, and the way those comments sometimes grow. Idea's being exchanged through a few or sometimes many people. I notice this especially in myself. Primarily because, for myself, often the only real satisfaction to be had on Facebook is the possibility of word play, and sarcasm and joking with people. And of course when I say joking with people I mean writing dumb comments on peoples walls, or leaving stupid comments on peoples status's. And just trying to wind people up in general, and have a bit of banter.
      This noticeable to an even greater extent on twitter. Watching the way threads grow, and how trends are created and flourish and fade away and grow again.
      So yeah, this idea of collaboration has fascinated me for sometime now, and I'm interested in starting some kind of collaborative project of my own. With any of my friends out there whom might be interested. I've been thinking a lot of the possibilities of a writing project being created in this way. Emailing ideas and thoughts amongst friends. Maybe something as simple as someone emailing a piece of writing to another person and that person adding to it and so on. Or combining several mediums like writing, photography, video, etc. I'm excited by the possibilities. And think it could be made better and stronger, by adding strict deadlines for everyone involved to meet. To help add a certain urgency to the project, and encourage that creative spirit. It's imperative for myself especially to learn how to create perimeters, to consistently work within a structure, with a solid deadline.
      I know I presently only have five followers and I'm not sure who else or how many consistently or inconsistently read this thing, but if any of you are similarly interested in collaboration and the ideas I have thrown around here, let me know. It could be exciting.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Train rides and malt loaf

I rode the train up to Glasgow today. A city whose rough around the edge's beauty matches my own. I listened to a lot of Buck 65 records. Gametight. Language Arts Pt 1.Vertex. Dirtbike Part 1. Dirtbike Part 1 really inspired me. Buck made three Dirtbikes. Each roughly an hour long. Each an uncut mix. No individual tracks. He put it on the internet for free. And each is the sound of a man simply having fun. Getting ideas down, trying shit and really just making straight forward hip hop. It sounds a lot like his older releases. I love it because its just unrestricted,undiluted creativity. No barriers. Just a guy making music in his house for his own amusement. Its funny that its also some of his best work.
     I love it when you get the chance to appreciate a piece of art that is straight from the mind of the artist. As pure as possible. Like reading On The Road for the first time. Or reading pretty much everything William Burroughs wrote. One song on Dirtbike part 1 is about a drunken degenerate type guy walking past a store on his way back from the bar. He ends up having weird sex with a mannequin and wakes up the next morning on the sidewalk in a compromising position. And the beat running through the whole song is ridiculous. Incredible. Not much music being made today satisfies quite the same as Buck 65's music. But I'll stop there cause anyone who knows me is already sick of me heaping praise on the man.
     On the train I soaked up a lot of the scenery. Beautiful Scottish countryside. I love it when your on a train going through the countryside, and you can't see a road or a house or anything anywhere in your field of vision, nowhere on the entire visible landscape, and then one lone farm appears in the middle of it. Seemingly as isolated as you can get, minus the train tracks of course. I always think 'I'd love to live there now.' Except when I was passing through Serbia a few years ago, then I thought that's interesting and beautiful in its own unique way but I'm content on this train. This sinister train.
     I saw a guide dog on the train and another guide dog while I was waiting for my connecting train. One was a black labrador, the other was a golden retriever. Both were gorgeous. I think when I see guide dogs though, that I might stare too much. I think it might weird some people out. Onlookers or other passengers. Mostly,friends travelling with the blind person who owns the dog. They always give me a second or third glance, like they think I might make some attempt to steal the dog. Which is ludicrous. Sure, I might contemplate that in my head sometimes but I'd never act on it. I'm not a maniac.
     I've recently gained an unhealthy obsession with malt loaf. I know malt loaf is healthy for you but surely not in the quantities I've been consuming?
    I also watched The Social Network last night. Finally. I thought it was great. Like every critic in the world said, it is fantastically written. Practically a verbal assault. The acting was good too. And of course David Finchers directing. He has really come into his own since Zodiac. I loved The Game, and Seven and Fightclub, but with Zodiac he really seemed to hit a balance of great storytelling, virtuoso camera work and honesty. I have to say though the part of the film that stood out the most for me was Trent Reznors score for the film. It was perfect. Sinister, understated and beautiful.
    I do have to wonder though, why Michael Cera has recently taken so much criticism for supposedly playing the same character; lovable geek. While Jesse Eisenberg has, so far, managed to evade similar criticism. Even though he has played virtually the same character in every film I've seen him in. Squid and the Whale, Adventureland, Zombieland, The Social Network. Upper class, preppy,smart,sarcastic,fast talking,emotionally damaged geeks. Albeit with varying degrees of severity. Some are simply meaner than others, ie. The Social Network. Don' get me wrong, I have enjoyed his films and he does have a certain charm, a charm that is purposefully strained almost to breaking point in The Social Network,and to great effect. I just don't understand how Cera is criticised, and Eisenberg isn't. Even though Jesse Eisenberg is often referred,probably unflattering for both actors, as the serious mans Michael Cera.
      I guess I'm curious more so with why Cera is criticised, than why Eisenberg isn't. I enjoy the films of both actors. Though, again, anyone who knows me is aware of my love of all things Michael Cera. Any doubters, really should watch Youth in Revolt. A brutally under appreciated (especially in North America) gem of a film.
      Anyway, I had a wisdom tooth removed Friday morning and it hurts like holy hell today so I'm going to go try and relax.
    I guess today's tips would be: try and find Buck 65's Dirtbike Parts 1,2 and 3 online. They're out there somewhere for free, and watch Youth in Revolt. Oh, and if you were stupid like me and somehow made it to the age of 31 and a half without trying malt loaf, for frigs sake, go buy some.