Murmur Digital Radio

Certain figures, certain forms, certain words survive in time because they were simply great from the jump.  The DJ has gone from "great idea" to "transcendental figure" in no time.  And, as the age of curation only strengthens, so shall the spell this hybrid artist (half-lover/half-craftsperson) casts.  Cue: pioneering DJ, Pete Tong!  There is an underbelly, however; as the DJ-life is, ironically, not for the romantic.  Long nights short rests, and expectations to mix for the masses.  Hang the DJ?  Nah.  Long may he and she reign/rain.

The classic ideal of identity is a detriment.  The Stoics should have been more clear -- yes, "Know Thyself"; however, know that you are the sum total of multiple compounds, not merely a carrier identity.  Kevin Barnes knows this.  His many faces, styles, curiosities, sounds, stories, genres, personae...are all one.  Oh, and by the way, he's also a huge Cleveland sports fan who loves a meditative baseball game at the Jake.  Surprised?  Here's your chance to not be.

Certain ideas need to be revisited; surprisingly, this is one.  It is our p.c. culture that's taken it from us?  Is it our long-overdue examination of what allowances artistic professionals are granted?  Or, is it that everyone now is called a "Rockstar" except Rockstars?  Only one occupant of interplanetary craft can untie this knot - Frankie Poullain of The Darkness - offering-up his own definition of the word; who's "in", who's "out", and who should be scared.

A maddening topic, typically deflected.  Perhaps, as with cats, there are far too many variables to manage; rather, as with Rashomon, no two people see their legacies, let alone those of others, similarly.  To make matters more vexing, when one's legacy is connected to nine other Killa Beez (aka The Wu) straight from the slums of Shaolin, why even bother?  We trouble U-GOD with our complexes; he, in turn, picks-up the flag and holds it high and, as always, raw.

Consider the source of all painting, cinema, music, performance, and literature.  Genre notwithstanding.  The source is Self.  Life.  Details, echos, remembrances and references of our "real" life, midwifed into creation.  Conscious or not, narrative or not -- art is always about what we're going through at the time.  Acclaimed writer Paul Auster probably disagrees.  And he should.  As this author of iconic literature - including five memoirs (!) - has always been in the eye of the self-reflexive storm of creating, he would only feel its calm.  Assuming there is one.

A subject uniquely-near to us.  Can film be taught?  Yes.  Should film be taught?  That's up to the instructor.  An instructor we'd never let down is filmmaker Guy Maddin who has made teaching a subtle advocation for the past several years.  The film students at Harvard were exposed to this genius artist, begging the questions -- do advanced degrees make the film teacher?  Is teaching an art?  And what are film students truly signing on for when they study a craft and history that's concise and finite-enough to learn autodidactically?  In the hands of Professor Maddin, learning film is merely an excuse to go to class.

Singer/songwriter/musician José González provides us an exclusive, beyond-rare opportunity to share his (and Mom's) navigation of the early months, hours, days, and seconds of their baby Laura's life.  Do artist/parents read "how-to" books or are they uniquely intuitive?  To wit, does parenting make artists of us all, or fools?  It's also humbling which decisions are made pre-birth, pre-sound, pre-geography, pre-art.  Laura, naturally, will have the final say.

SUBJECT : FAITH In all forms.  Secular, religious; man-made and ephemeral.  What gets you out of bed, everyday?  Efrim Menuck (Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Thee Silver Mount Zion) reviews his own journey in-and-out-of Faith.  Totems useful and elusive.  Is religious-faith the only kind possess-able?  In the absence of faith is meaning even possible?  And, are artists priests of a sort?  Light topics for a complex mind.  

SUBJECT : FEAR A baseline for many.  That timeless of motivators; back and forth.  Such thins line, though, as fear continually masquerades as hate (and "phobia").  Hamed Sinno of Mashrou' Leila has been banned, labeled, censored, cursed, followed, chased, reviled, revered, applauded, lauded, targeted and blamed; yet, never silenced.  Fearless.  Well, maybe a fear or two has crept (and crawled) in along the way.  No one is immune, entirely.