Love is in the air...
Why is it that I keep hearing love songs everywhere I go? Last night my soundscape was (after I decided to give up studying and go for a drink with Sidhaesh instead...) something along the lines of:
*honk honk*
*whistles*
"...it's Friday I'm in love..."
*sirens*
"whoohoo!"
"...what is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..."
"...oooh... really??"
*more honking*
"...love is in the air, everywhere..."
*click*
"...my baby the perfectionist..."
"...speak low, when you speak love... ...love is a spark, lost in the dark, too soon, too soon..."
Just a comment to Itt, in the way of procrastination (study, what's that??!): Postmodern love? There's a postmodern version of everything nowadays... *sigh* Damn Andy Warhol! Maybe Valerie should have succeeded in killing him after all... Sex first then love? Perhaps I'm just a little bit traditional and prefer it the conventional way?
Anyhow, the message is love... obviously. I didn't hear any songs about sex that normally are unavoidable in the noise-pollution in the pop soundscape that is the outside world... Last night was all about love :) And that's how it should be (do songs like "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes" make you feel good?
**disclaimer: I do not endorse the views of Valerie Solanas - I just find her a very interesting case study - what must have been going on in her mind? She makes a lot of points in the SCUM manifesto that resound with a lot of modern feminist thought... only to serve, I find, as a gross exaggeration and caricature of it - but nonetheless taking it's shape from the truth...**
I shall leave this topic here and perhaps expand on the topic of Valerie Solanas and postmodern love some other time when I am done with my law exams...
*honk honk*
*whistles*
"...it's Friday I'm in love..."
*sirens*
"whoohoo!"
"...what is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..."
"...oooh... really??"
*more honking*
"...love is in the air, everywhere..."
*click*
"...my baby the perfectionist..."
"...speak low, when you speak love... ...love is a spark, lost in the dark, too soon, too soon..."
Just a comment to Itt, in the way of procrastination (study, what's that??!): Postmodern love? There's a postmodern version of everything nowadays... *sigh* Damn Andy Warhol! Maybe Valerie should have succeeded in killing him after all... Sex first then love? Perhaps I'm just a little bit traditional and prefer it the conventional way?
Anyhow, the message is love... obviously. I didn't hear any songs about sex that normally are unavoidable in the noise-pollution in the pop soundscape that is the outside world... Last night was all about love :) And that's how it should be (do songs like "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes" make you feel good?
**disclaimer: I do not endorse the views of Valerie Solanas - I just find her a very interesting case study - what must have been going on in her mind? She makes a lot of points in the SCUM manifesto that resound with a lot of modern feminist thought... only to serve, I find, as a gross exaggeration and caricature of it - but nonetheless taking it's shape from the truth...**
I shall leave this topic here and perhaps expand on the topic of Valerie Solanas and postmodern love some other time when I am done with my law exams...