I dunno that anyone's interesting really. There's a sweet spot between being aware of someone, but not actually knowing them that can make them seem interesting though. The James Joyce Grapejuice talks about's much more interesting than actually meeting him would probably be. Watching James Joyce cook an egg, read the paper. It's what @borzoi and I were discussing in the OPN thread about the mystique of the old records compared with each new album now being "Dan Lopatin and these other recognisable people explore this concept".above all i object to this kind of maniacal interest in this set of pseudo-celebs because i think they're less interesting than the people I actually know. it's me that they should be interested in, not the other way around. the great chain of being has come undone somewhere. not acceptable.
Yeah,The real dynamic is "how interesting is the public performance," how interesting is your mask. There's "behind the scenes" (cooking an egg, reading the paper) and there's killing it whenever you're in public. (Which includes now—our board is marked by asymmetric gaze too.)
like meeting a pop star, the horror comes with the realization that you cannot fuck the image, because the image does not exist. perhaps you can fuck the person, but the person is not an image, and if either the image breaks or it becomes so twisted around the edges that it does itself in. the truth of any fantasy must be sordid, or else it wouldn't need to be fantasy.
makes me think of friendships heavy on mutual ribbing or putdown humor- social games that enter healthy destabilization into the equation to wade off the boring.I dunno that anyone's interesting really. There's a sweet spot between being aware of someone, but not actually knowing them that can make them seem interesting though.
That isn't interest though. That's something else. You're also talking from the perspective of the people in the hotel room and not someone observing them.Maybe. In another sense you're at the top of the world—you're hanging out with your friends, who are also all famous or about to be, and you're getting served champagne, your agency is virtually unlimited relative to how you came, there are beautiful women constantly trying to sleep with you. It's not a perfect existence, but if you're high on cocaine—it probably feels pretty good in that hotel room about then.
Can be good though... even if they're not famous musicians.I was thinking about the 70s rock mythos earlier and how squalid the reality would be. A bunch of people on drugs in a hotel room is still just a bunch of people on drugs in a hotel room, even if they're famous musicians.
@suspendedreason would you say this thread is in the interest of understanding current cultural trends, or do you think some of these people actually have the wherewithal, cognitive and material, to actually command an influence, and that it could be more than just a trend?
I mean, its interesting from a perspective of hedonism, which I suppose varies across psyches. To the more maximal of hedonists, I'd imagine that level of indulgence is quite interesting.That isn't interest though. That's something else.
Oh yeah. I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun or good, I'm saying the glamorous musician can still be the annoying person with bad breath or the person who tries to knick your coke or throws up in the sink, but these aspects aren't necessarily accounted for in the myth/fantasy.Can be good though... even if they're not famous musicians.
Maximal hedonism obliterates interest, imo. Interest strikes me as more of an intellectual thing.I mean, its interesting from a perspective of hedonism, which I suppose varies across psyches. To the more maximal of hedonists, I'd imagine that level of indulgence is quite interesting.