Imperfect

I fell in electro again.

In my journey to find the most alternative, cutting edge, and, yes, violent music, I crossed the path of Merzbow who, not only reminded me I could fall in love with any Japanese guy with long hair, but also created the music I wanted to hear, somehow.

One does not simply listen to japanoise. This kind of music needs to be deserved. You have to bend your eyes, damage your brain to finally accept that this is something you want to listen to. Then you do. This afternoon, while in a shop, I thought I heard music in every clicks I heard.

Is this kind of music driving you mad, or should you go mad first to listen to it? Heh, only a mad person could answer.

With a whole new range of artists to listen to, a magazine I bought today in a ridiculously tiny and hidden shop in Paris, and new theories read, my brain is switching on again. Hallelujah.

I wanna play with sounds, and words, and imagery. I wanna play.

I received my Spyder3 pro today, and calibrated my screen.

Ho the horror.

I apologize for the oversatured deviation of my last years, as well as the dark ones. My screen was brightening pictures up to 50%, with half of saturation, especially the reds. I'm horrified.