Friday, January 02, 2009

a new year, same me

hey kids! happy 09. yeah, a new year, but it doesn't feel so different, and if you really think about it, why should it?
i mean, it occurred mid-week. the weather is basically the same. nobody's hair color changed. despite drunken new years eve rows, your friends haven't changed. yet, we all strive to overhaul something in our lives to commemorate the passing of one year into the next. present company included, don't get me wrong, i just thought i'd muse about the funny idio's of the human spirit.
so down to business.

first, i'd like to dedicate today, jan 2, to stella vine. one of my fave artists, she has a way of making the soft, delicate blurs of watercolor into something so eloquently vulgar that it actually is beautiful. whether it's the haunting face of sylvia plath or the infamous spread-eagle masturbating girl who's "in it for the money," i wouldn't be ashamed to display one of her magnanimous masterpieces on my dining room wall.

and now for my breakthrough. this morning i came to a major conclusion about the way life runs: life, my friends, operates in a way very similar to the popular video game "guitar hero." for those of you not versed in this cultural, and often drunken phenomenon, the game is played with modified guitars as controllers, and each player watches a corresponding fingerboard on the screen, where a series of notes that match color-coded buttons on the guitar glides past. playing the notes makes real guitar sounds that compile the actual notes and riffs on real songs, and elicits colorful flames, and, long story short, you end up feeling like slash and rocking the F out in your living room.

the thing about guitar hero, though, is that it's not just a matter of up-down-left-right joysticks and the occasional click of an "A" or "B" button. it takes real skill and practice to become adept at playing it, and even once you've mastered a song, it's still going to be hard as balls to conquer the rest. so this is what dawned on me. life is like that fingerboard--events, like notes, come gliding at you. you have to deal with each and every one of them. some of them you hit beautifully, smiling at your accomplishment and the great music you're making. others aren't so easy, and you find yourself challenged. angered. frustrated. sad. but keep playing, and you'll eventually hit another great note, then you realize it isn't all that bad, and you're encouraged to strum along. there's always hope for a better note or a better song, and as long as you don't put that guitar down and stop playing, you're guaranteed to get another series of wonderful notes and you end up with a pretty terrific song.

so the moral of the story is, and i have to throw in a little bit o'dirt to keep it bryanambition, in the spirit of lil kim, who once said, "you ain't lickin' this, you ain't stickin' this, "you don't keep strummin', you won't keep hummin!"

let's make 09 FINE!

1 comment:

myra joloya said...

I get the guitar hero analogy more so than I actually get guitar hero. Life is no longer like a box of chocolates. So '90's. Now it's '09.