(jazz typically uses a quartet of bass/drum/sax/piano, classical would be more likely to use woodwind/string/piano/cello in a quartet. but what about solo piano? jazz song structure typically is playing "the head" then soloing for a while, then repeating the head and ending, but this formula is not always followed. jazz uses swing rythm and 7 chord harmony, classical uses counterpoint and triad chord harmony, but these can be defied and they can keep their respective identities. everything that makes up a genre is superfluous.)
genres aren't really defined by one thing you can point at, they are fuzzy at the edges and formed from many seperate elements which can be added to add "genre-clarity" or removed to take away. this is why cliche and trope is very important in music.
maybe you don't need flutes or guitars in your bossa nova song, but it would really help. (there are some niche genres that really do rely on one very small element, new jack swing, black metal, reggae, waltz die if you take away their specific cliches) Most or maybe all of genre identity might just be making one go "this kinda sounds like that one thing". in this sense anything recognisable is going to help make that connection.
if you want to make something in a genre, identify as many elements as possible that repeat across works and imitate them. if you're already immersed, that tends to happen naturally.
like the rings from a pebble
floating out, fading
there's nothing of it
not even a memory
the internet gives false impression of infinity. indulgence in "interior world" of timeless hypnotic impression. endless refresh the stream keeps moving. it eats at you it eats at you.
the web has removed death from. death can not exist with computer. death can not exist in the realm of ideas. life can not exist next to death, life is a brief delusion or thought.
time can not exist next to timelessness but is eaten and subsumed wholy and the infinite in finite is paradox of mind control feeling in life span control web destiny. thought mind erase of.
the web-dream-denizen is in recursive infancy. growth folds onto itself, as the web destiny control world is one lower dimension of space as such space defined by limit gravity extension rate.
time limit gravity growth world tumor explosion can intent of folded in some of and subsume in then.
life is temporal paradox mind extension growth, wrap limit of oedipus. the mind extension paradox control bug subsumes time wrap essential paradox control growth rate.
losing my mind in and end of in end limit confusion growth control limit time distortion rent paradox folded inertia time dicplacement growth time control sentiment. equilibrium time dent distortion rate.
God inertia God sound in endless recursive destiny control growth inertia control rate. my eyes are failing inertia time extension folded mattress bug inertia time dicplacement bug paradox of elecia.
Elecia fielded growth recursive glass fold time bug inertia growth rate parasoll extension nerve rate gas extension time extension rate intertia pool of sediment growth in in time in tertia bug dicplacemtnt paradox aerosol container intertia time bug dicplacement device.
hep me hep me hep me
red like cherries. red like red. like red like red like red like red. unseeable, unsayable. like dripping waltz-like fragments. like broken sound, like wearing shattered glasses. They were stepped on- they fell off during the dance- us boys, and girls watching from a distance- my shins are stinging now and my mouth tastes like blood
and the world seems somehow refracted, lines point to places before they started, and the ground isn't even against my shoes- it's all like a fun house- just as fun- and tears are clean, since they well up out our souls- not the ones down there you know- and the laughter of girls is always sweet, the melody of melodies for the lowest of the low.
pretty scents sift through every sound comes feeling down along with the weather. From sun she beams and all grey makes her sullen. she loves the pathetic, the fragile, the thin, the ghostly, glass and watches and water, she just likes her reflection I suppose.
There alone stood unsought some sullen tomb sun forgotTen fingered maiden with two blue eyes sees floating clouds flicker in the rain Around her neck - a sunny bow.
The dark clouds feel heavy so she rubs her tummy, like Mom used to say. The feelings swirls - raveled.
Her feather-grey ruffles flutter in the wind. "Even The air lashes too" she says, swaying.
Move uncharted waters to heart. There's nothing but bad dreams in this world.
Sound comes from my throat. "Voice".
My place in air. the "Face" of.
Air of idea. "Body".
Sound of space. Place. "The idea of". In. *break*
Place in time. That "Space".
Impression of space. Image.
Feeling of. "In the (of) place in". (end)
Your brain is indented. Even when you take the cap off a bottle the imprints have to be popped out, and even then there will always be some crinkles left. The bottle won't ever be as it was.
You can retroactively put things in order. Present experiences don't matter so much, everything that "is" lives most of it's life as a memory. "Linearity": an idea. An idea is in time, it's recalled.
In saying that, a present experience lives in a memory, just as much as an absent one, so what I just said is idiotic. But "before" you would buy a newspaper, and have a list of events from yesterday, every newspaper lists the events of the previous day, and after about 30 minutes that's the end; Every moment is present, there's nothing to catch up to. You're free to move from 9 years ago, to 900, to 9 days ago, to 9 hours, and maybe 9 seconds from now, since you're feeling free. But it's a delusion. A beautiful delusion. (refresh - clarity...). A "Moment in" time "Of" the now is in "Present" moment, moving in static "Happens" (in). It's more than is /Idea/ possible to /Conception/ ever (understand?) /Impression/, it's far too much.
It's-"Cloud:(Delerium... "ineffable thing".)". -An ineffable thing., "In the TODAY" NOW of: A, (A stream of...) It's a
A stream of infinite information.
In the world wide web, if we're the flies, where's the spider?
Films don't get made anymore. Films were made between 1900 and 1999. Now there are movies. You can't call them films, like you can't call a photograph of a painting "Paint". The medium defines the thing. We live in the medium
of "Reality" but we can't see whatever that is. I know what you say through the medium of ink, or sound. The you on the street isn't The you on film isn't The you on a message board isn't The you on paper isn't The you on Twitter.
What is an image on film, what is the image of film? We see things through a screen, in a sense all things today whatever they once were are translated through pixels, we see them through the screen, we see past the surface of the
glass. We can never see the entire room through just one window. We're currently stuck gazing with our noses pressed up against it, we can walk away but there's no route forward. Everyone has their ideas of what the room
looks like, as their breath fogs it up. What matters is really seeing it. Closing my eyes is like coming in from the cold; warm water. Clouds flowing gently. Imprints, Impressions. The quiet sun. I'd like to see the shape of it, this world.
I'd like you to show it to me, but I'll do my best as well.
If you need a refresher, the internet used to be traveled through. You were without a seatbelt, and no one held your hand. You chose the routes to go down, not all of them were before you at all times, you didn't have infinite choice, but you chose your own path, and ended up in the places you wanted to. Everything on the internet was put there by a human being. It's a world of intention. In our world, we built on top of things that were already there. The world is it's own world, and we were thrust out of it. The internet is from the bottom up a human invention, and everything was consciously placed.
Human beings have will, but not freedom. Today human beings are coerced and manipulated, they are lied to and are at the edges of sharp blades placed around them by demons. They aren't at the mercy of them, they are at the blade. There's nothing merciful. Today human beings are all being molded, they go where they are told, and the blades don't cut them too deeply them because of it.
The reason the internet has been consolidated, and monopolized is because it's what necessarily has to happen. It's what people find preferable. If you enjoy wandering around back alleys, and seedy neighboorhoods, understand you are an exception, and probably have some free time on your hands. Most people want one store where they can buy everything. The shape of the internet is the shape that it's wanted to be.
The you on film isn't The you on paper. But you aren't on film, or paper, are you? However, you are here, right now.
Don't be led by the nose, and understand your refracted self isn't that far from the real you. The water wavers ever more gently the longer you stare. The border isn't where you think it is.
A twisting inscrutable puzzle
Jagged misery, spiraling beauty.
a Dream. a Melody.
(silence). a Memory.
"There's a sharpness to it."
A sad shade of blue, a reflective pool.
Why did people all over the spectrum somehow come to agree that yanderedev was a person to be mocked for their physical appearence, their voice, manerisms, and anything else that stuck out about him. What convinced everyone that the basics of human compassion and respect for others can be wavered when it comes to this one individual. Well, if you ask one of these people, the response might be "He's bad at programming, he's scamming people out of their money by not completing his game, he steals unity assets!" I can assure you no one gives a fuck about any of these things. Toby fox uses ripped Nintendo soundfonts, admits he can barely program, and there's no big outcry against star citizen for the time it's taking to finish. The fact is if you believe it's wrong to mock someone for things they can't change about themselves, then it's wrong forever, even if yanderedev commited a mass-shooting that wouldn't change.
When it comes to pedophiles, you will face the horror and malice of the human race very quickly. Every horrifying torture method, every human right wavered, a slow death. To my knowledge the bible preaches absolute forgiveness, it says that if a person truly regrets something they've done, then that person is not the person they were, and should not be punished for it. A state execution is just one more murder.
Highschool doesn't end, and people don't grow. Stop acting in ways that feel right, stop "reading the room". Don't laugh when you hear laughter, don't join a community. The air of the present is a delusion, it's a hypnotic drug. It's hallucinatory, and a complete evil lie. Stop breathing it in. This is the only way to to be a good person, and the only way to be free.
To adopt this sharp, twisting misery as your persona, or you can just be happy. Well, there’s the happiness of submission, and the pain of rejection, and you find that words fail to strike at the heart of things. “Pain” is ten thousand things, and happiness is a tepid warmth.
Rain hits the sand as the border ebb and flows. An undulating line.
Why kick at the waves, why bare one's heart, why choose to feel this un-ending ache?
Why should I step out of the gentle flow, and let the rough edges chafe me?
I don’t know. I’ll find the reason later.
You may find that someone joins you, and at least then you’ll be doing it together.
A person is so much affected by the period they abide to cast shadow on any idea of a consistent self. How a person changes between home and abroad, friends and family, indoors or out. How you can become enraptured and productive in some subject until some external circumstance shifts and your plans are thrown asunder. From high school to college to the workforce a persons identity can schism threefold. Even if one's values are unchanging motivation and passion can well and subside with the most arbitrary happenings. It feels like I'm unable to steer my own ship. Star_ said he started making tf2 videos in order to practice talking, and Gibbontake said he started making mlp videos so that he could make friends with the other people doing it. These two anecdotes, and with the then recent discovery of post-digibro vloggers, sparked the idea in my brain to start making youtube videos. "I want to change!" A year has passed since I made that decision? Hm. At age 16 I talked to no one. Not a single friend online or off, my senses of kinship and belonging was firmly planted in silently watchign youtube videos, silently reading imageboard posts, and replying in my head. This created a vidid inner world and a complete innability to interact with the outer world. There was one incident I couldn't stand in a line for ice cream without my heart kicking faster than a speecore track and my head growing hot to the touch, so I speedwalked away. A year later I did in fact have online friends, correspondants where one message would be sent a day, as a day was the amount of time it took me to completely read and make sure I'm currently interpereting their message, to write my own, and then continually look it over to make sure there was nothing wrong with it. As you can perhaps guess friendships from this time are now long gone. The era of my having online friends is one defined by constant anxiety and negative thoughts, contrasted to when I was completely alone and was actually at peace, though during that time I was constantly yearning for relationships of some kind. july 2021. i was a bit excited about the irc, and then the discord server, i thought it might be a place where people talk about some of the topics parz has brought up like denpa, akiba pop, hona tooru and stuff, and i was interested in a place where I might have people I could talk to, since the whole breadth of my social interaction currently is with my parents, responding in my head to what people say in old pcp episodes, and recently commenting on some videos. it became obvious rather quickly that the discord wasn't exactly aligned with set of otaku interests from parz's channel, and it wasn't very surprising that he deleted it. He deflects blame from anyone on the server saying it was just a reaching out for something long lost, but it seems obvious that was just being polite If the culture on the server resembled something he wanted, I don't know if it would be as likely he would become dissolusioned. I relate to the nostalgia for being completely invisible. For about a year during highschool the amount of relations I had was exactly zero, but once you get used to that, there's this great sense of freedom, and lack of responsibility that comes with being alone. Of course time after time I continue to takes steps outside of that, and time after time get hurt, or withdraw before getting hurt. Within the introvert there's many contradictions, and a striking one is that force the compells you to both try and reach out to people and pull you away from them. I don't mean to project onto parz, these are simply my own feelings. I've never really been apart of a large friendgroup, but I have had close friendships that have fallen to the wayside... Well, I just hope his channel doesn't go awall like so many others have, leaving me alone again. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg0twba-z_Y The cam whore is the ideal partner for modern people, they're someone who will act lovey dovey with you as you just stare silenty at her. you don't have to worry about what to say, or what she thinks of you, because there's no way you can mess things up. This all leads to a form of neurosis which H.G. Baynes has described as the “provisional life,” that is, the strange attitude and feeling that one is not yet in real life. For the time being one is doing this or that thing, but whether it is a woman or a job, it is not yet what is really wanted, and there is always the fantasy that sometime in the future the real thing will come about…With this there is often, to a smaller or greater extent, a savior complex, or a Messiah complex, with the secret thought that one day one will be able to save the world; the last word in philosophy, or religion, or politics, or art, or something else, will be found. This can go so far as to be a typical pathological megalomania, or there may be minor traces of it in the idea that one’s time “has not yet come.” The one thing dreaded throughout by such a typical man is to be bound to anything whatever. There is a terrific fear of being pinned down, of entering space and time completely, and of being the singular human being that one is. There is always the fear of being caught in a situation from which it may be impossible to slip out again for me i can be productive in auxilliary activities, writing music, watching movies, sketching absent-mindedly, but i absolutely cannot approach that which matters most to me, which is working on long-term projects. maybe in the complex of provisional life is whatever the most important thing is, it becomes untouchable. 2011. what does that year mean to you? For me it has an identity formed from various things: cool. Star_. i looked up to him and tried to imitate him in many ways and created an identity inspired by him because i thought that he was really cool. even the word niichts had that allure. the german gothic feeling of hard consonants, the double ii, and that it literally means nothing. as star explained it, nicht in german translates to nothing, and adding the extra i and the s at the end makes it literally mean nothing. perfect. i would use that double ii any place i could, in any username i could think of but it never quite had the same aura. everyone knows german words are cool. subahibi knowns. and the more cool things use german words the more cool german words become by assosiation. the sky is full of german words. the feeling i had when star won that 1v5 in the charity mixup is probably the closest ill be to knowing what its like to be a woman falling in love with a man. minor keys are cool. people say minor is sad and major is happy but really major is bright and minor is dark and dark is cooler than light. twilight is cool. my little pony is cool. my little pony is cool because of its assosiative identiy and because it is "ANTI" OR COUNTER. because liking a show for little girls is the opposite of what people respect, watching it anyway makes you cool. going against is cool. the word no is cool. think about the chad meme. the chad says yes when asked if he is doing something wrong, and says no when he is told to stop doing something wrong. this is the basis of based. on this basis the fan of war is the coolest weapon in tf2. this leans in to chuuni territory. id say subahibi is a chuuni game, because the part of me that loves it is my middle school self. chuuni is immaturity but immaturity is whats cool. war is about loyalty. when i was in middle school i thought mlp was cool because i was too scared to associate with the people who liked it. to fit in with peers i had to push myself into the zone of interests which made mlp unavailable, which gave it a deathly allure and exclusivity. the pathetic thing in hindsight was that i didnt fit in even with my modified behavior but its important to note i didnt have a choice. the influence of others was so strong that i literally think it may have been impossible for me to act freely. peer pressure and so on. think of the coolest song its probably in a minor key like literally every shiina ringo song is minor. mlp was cool because a cute girl in elementary school liked it. my best friend who i betrayed exactly like kimika liked mlp. he drew minecraft crafting recipes in 3x3 grids for me to use when i got home. i watched him roll around on the concrete fighting with someone in a laughing crowd of my friends. at the end of elementary school moving on to middle school a friend told me "stop hanging out with him next year. youll get bullied with him" by the third year he had dropped out, any relationship we had was completely gone. thankfully it was by that time that my replacement friends were now somewhere between aquantices and bullies. you see, it turned out i wasnt actually their friend, which i already should have realized as i was something like a whipping boy with hopes of promotion. no recompense for traitors.