The Bruxist Strip Searched by His Batch o' Lures, Uneven
I was a teenage bruxist!I studied Geoff Prevert's Theory of Cognitive Hypocrisy, and it made me grind my smile. "Happiness is having to show your teeth!" he screamed from inside a gumball machine.I don't believe in Bruxism. I believe in Bruxists.Life's too short. Death's too long. Brux your teeth after every meme.*[*Including the one you just read.]Bruxists wear traffic cone masks. And they traffic in zen koans.In Taoism, it's been said that Zen includes Buddhism but Buddhism does not include Zen.The same could be said of Music as it relates to Art, as seen from the vantage point of Noise.What if, in Noise, Music includes Art but Art does not include Music?And what if Noise is neither Music nor Art, but simple expression? Obsession with raw sound.Electronic experimentation. Unadulterated fuckery. Controlled chaos. Chaotic control. And Silence. The pregnant pause that lurks within static. But then, as per John Cage, silence is never quiet.It can seem trivial - rhetorical bullshit - with Art so deathless and dead. [And "Art," as it were.] Maybe it died with Dada, the original Punk movement."Once their hearts belonged to DADA. Now their art belongs to MOMA."
- Mr. "Michael O'Donoghue" MikeThen what about Punk?Bugs Bunny. Dafffy Duck. Porky Pig.The Ramones. The Sex Pistols. Devo.All were all under the Warner Bros. umbrella, and they all knew chords.In this post-corporate world, it's only "Punk" if you're not a musician, which was the meaning of the term, before record industry marketing and advertising bled it dry."By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing, kill yourself."
- Goat "Bill Hicks" BoyNoise means never having to say you can read music, but that you can play an instrument, or non-instrument, in the purest sense of the word. [Nam June Paik. Silver Apples. The Shaggs. DNA. Voice Crack. Wesley Willis. Christian Marclay.][Noise can also mean always wanting to independently bitch via a corporate-owned website. But that's a whole 'nother hypocritical can of canned laughter.]"I have contradicted mice elf in order to avoid conforming to my own taste."
- R. "Marcel Duchamp" MuttAlso, fuck. Copyfuck, even.
