Tuesday, 9 February 2010

The Physicality of Games

I like games about shooting. I like to run, and jump, and blow things up. I'm a fairly cerebral - some would say pretentious - type. My musical tastes are 50% chasing avant-garde newness, 50% over-thinking pop; in film, I talk about the new Coen Bros, how Where The Wild Things Are figures in the Jonze/Kaufman/Eggers canon, in a way that annoys my girlfriend.

And yet, in gaming, it's yr Halos, yr Marios, yr Grand Theft Autos that grab me. These are the videogames your parents warned you about- the ones with the explosions and childish colours and dinosaurs and mindless killings. As this blog attests, I like the more thinky games too - Bioshock, say, or indie games - and I definitely like to over-think games. But those games, almost without exception, are the ones where I get to do physical things. Shooters, platformers, action games...

For me, gaming is that physicality. It's fair to say that I am: fairly chubby, non-athletic, completely lacking in any hand-coordination beyond the confines of my keyboard. I'm not incapable of experiencing the rush of speed and activity: semi-regular biking, or my occasional attempts at fitness through running. But, by and large, I'm not regularly putting aside time for sports or major physical activity. I'm not in any Fight Clubs. In this way, I'm pretty much your average 'hardcore' gamer.My sport is Halo multiplayer, my exercise a burst of left-to-right platformer. I take out day-to-day frustration on the poor citizens of Liberty City, or the buildings of Mars, or anyone unfortunate enough to be worse than me on shooting games. I need that physicality- the Fight Club thought leads me down an entire new path of thought, where that extreme physicality - fighting strangers - is sublimated safely into the (largely) non-active pursuit of gaming.

But, my point remains: a game needs to be physical to succeed. For me, anyway. I don't mind using my brain - whether in Portal's puzzles, or deciphering the avant-garde mystery of Time Fcuk, or learning about Objectivism and Ayn Rand from Bioshock -I just want to feel engaged in that world. The world is physical, so a gameworld should be physical too.

Simple as that.* Half of the joy of New Super Mario Bros Wii is bumping into your playmates, knocking them off ledges, picking them up, helpless. Living-room griefing, hilarious because of its unpredictability, bringing together housemates in a way only a few games have. Another of these being Sumotori Dreams, the fantastic slapstick physics-based drunk-outside-a-kebab-shop fighting game.Half-Life 2 made puzzles tangible, showing how using physics to carry through a simple task made it that much more entertaining. Portal took that a step further and, beyond a few mods floating around, no-one seems to have really tried since. I know it's a tired maxim but games need to do what only games can. That's interactivity, yes, but it's also consistency, physical interaction. Remove the abstraction, and do less to distance the player.

What I'm trying to say here, really, is aimed at the world of game developers in general. Make your games physical: represent what a player can do as fully as possible, make them feel possible of anything, and you can revive dead genres. You can make slapstick funny again. You can make a player feel powerful in a way Michael Bay never could. You can make it exciting to bounce a basketball around a room, for someone who'd never actually pick up a basketball.

*It's not quite as simple as that- my love for the point-&-click adventure game disproves my point, though my lack of love for strategy games, and loathing for turn-based combat** puts us back on familiar ground. Phew.

**Further undermined by my current obsession with Solium Infernum. Balls.

Monday, 25 January 2010

TOP OF THE POPS, TOP OF THE POPS!

You remember Christmas; you know, tinsel, presents, over-indulgence. When all you could hear were the classic Christmas hits, and the big Christmas Number One. Killing in the Name Of.

There’s more to say about the event than even this lengthy article has room to support. Rage Against The Machine getting to #1 with a song that peaked, nearly two decades ago, at #25. Not just that, but to Christmas Number One, the one chart result the whole country is trained to care about. People’s reactions? Well, we’d need a whole new website to talk that one through.

All the backlash about “oh it’s still going to Simon Cowell” (not true, the man doesn’t own Sony) or “it’s a silly song” (being honest, 17 years removed, it kind of is) isn’t the point. The point they missed is, do we still care about the Top 40?

The music in the is the world to a certain demographic (shudder); the pop-discovering, identity-forming young teens. But the spread of that isn’t top-down, it’s bottom-up: what a marketing person would be able to call viral without having difficulty ever looking their reflection in the eye again.

It spreads across playgrounds and the backseats of buses, through word-of-mouth and mostly, through phones. Ringtones; playing a new song to your mates; Bluetooth, if you’re that old-skool. Y’know, for the kids...

It’s this kind of able-to-hear-it-anyway method that renders the chart unimportant, I guess. Who needs the public at large acting as a taste-maker, when you’ve got your friends skimming for the best bits and playing them to you?

For me, card-holding Indie Kid, this means flicking through blogs and occasionally even traditional magazines with Spotify close to hand, and the recommendations of a few particular friends. I get to choose whose taste I trust and listen to the songs immediately.

No more relying on the general public. But us alternative types, the indie kids, the obscurity seekers, we never should have to care about that anyway, should we?

But I think the charts are important. As historical record for one. What was it like being young in 1977, really? 1982? Check the charts. Look at freakytrigger.co.uk’s genius Popular, which is going through every British #1 ever since the first (Al Martino's Here In My Heart, since you’re asking) and writing an essay on each.

They're also important as a way of making music feel like it matters. Giving us a story. You might well have sneered at a sudden Michael Jackson fan produced by his death. But, to go one notch more credible, how much of the Blur/Oasis enjoyment rode on that feeling of being in a gang? Still sneering? Have you ever worn a band t-shirt, liked someone because they liked the same type of music? You like being in a gang, admit it.

But ultimately, it’s all just music, right? Sounds that do or don’t vibrate your ear drums the right way to make you feel something. Why should all the trappings matter?

Because it makes people interested. Let’s look at the Top 40 right now as I write this (for the blog-o-sphere, now a week ago). Numbers five and six in the chart right now are the same song, in two versions- Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’, the original and as performed by the cast members of American smash-hit TV programme Glee (which I still haven’t seen and am holding out hope will be good, but that’s a mainstream-embracing story for another time).

That song has snuck back into the public consciousness loads of late- your university life has probably crossed paths with an anthemic singalong at some point. We’re all just a smalltown girl… It’s the same story as Rage- a third-party makes you suddenly care about the song, and before you know it it’s being thrust to the forefront of pop culture all over again.

But those are old songs. The Top 40 is a signifier of the new. Singles are the currency of freshness in music; something new every week please, more and more until I’m full. My esteemed colleague Tom Lowe suggests here that this is a dangerous attitude.
But how is this desire any different to the music obsessive’s constant hunt for a new favourite band?

Not necessarily following them but being aware of the charts, I have discovered a lot of stuff I genuinely love. It took months of singles for Lady Gaga to click with me and now I celebrate every time I hear Bad Romance (#7) because something so unusual made it through. Weirdness being the lifeblood of pop, the home of the novelty single.

The rest of the chart is hit and miss. I hate Iyaz’s Replay (#1), still don’t get Florence or her Machine (You’ve Got The Love, #8). I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at Owl City’s blatant Postal Service rip-off Fireflies (#2, and I implore you, if you like this, to seek out their seminal album Give Up). I probably shouldn’t but I adore Sidney Samson’s Riverside (#3, though it seems much bigger than that) and rather like 30H!3’s Starstrukk (#4) which cheekily combines Katy Perry, a few great lyrics and some good gimmicks to hide the fact that it’s a bit generic. There’s no denying that ‘pop music’ today is an umbrella that covers a whole lot of ground, a lot of it really interesting. Who’d have thought something that sounded like a Death Cab For Cutie cast-off would ever make it to number two?

And more good stuff more popular means less overplaying. Only you can prevent another Sex On Fire, kids.

...But maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’ve hit that point in life where I mellow out, stop caring about music with the intensity of a teenage zealot. I’m also less exposed to overplayed, overproduced rubbish- I club a lot less these days (getting old), am generally exposed to the radio only for short bursts, and can’t afford music TV. But I think the charts are important- even when they were, or are, rubbish they’re important. And right now they’re better than usual, so I follow them and celebrate when someone I like wins.

Rage 1 – Cowell 0, for example.

(A shorter version of this article can be found on the Redbrickonline.co.uk website, or in their lovely pretty paper, for whom I originally wrote it. They're good people, them 'Bricks.)

Friday, 1 January 2010

...AND YET MORE LISTS

Top 10 Singles of 2009
(with Spotify links/some kind of link when not available)

1. Shakira - She Wolf
(I've said a lot about this already: it's the latest in a long line of songs reinvigorating my interest (and belief) in Pop Music this year. Found out recently this was written by Sam Endicott, the guy from- flashback time- The Bravery.)
2. The Horrors - Who Can Say
(Researching this list is creating a lot of weird discoveries. I didn't know the spoken-word part of this track- definitely the reason I pick it out of an album I liked, but didn't listen to enough- was taken wholesale from a 60s boy-band song. Not sure whether that pleases or unsettles me. Like Primary Colours, this is something an 'anticipating future me' choice, but I specifically remember grinning uncontrollably to it strongly enough that I know exactly where I was. I don't know how many times I've listened to it since.)
3. Lady Gaga - Paparazzi
(The song that let me finally get Lady Gaga. So glad.)
4. Los Campesinos! - The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future
(To which I've listened loads but only recently realised, in the middle of its gloom-fest, lie the lyrics "to left and right a crazy golf course". One day I'll actually write about how Los Campesinos! are what Emo promised to my young mind, before I actually heard Emo*.)
5.Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (A Trak Remix)
6. Major Lazer - Pon De Floor
(Both of which I discovered like 10 days ago. This list is skewed, kinda purposefully to what's in my head now. 'Cus that's the nature of singles, right? Also worth noting that Major Lazer actually sounds better in my mind, making those ears-submerged-in-the-bath laser sounds.)
7. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Zero
8. Lonely Island - On A Boat
(I went a bit mental about this for Redbrick and overstated a little, I reckon, about what it does. Still, for a lowly comedy song, it sounds really good, and is as listenable as it is singable as it is quotable.)
9. Camera Obscura - French Navy
(I've listened to My Maudlin Career many, many times now and as far as I'm concerned this song is still everything Camera Obscura have ever done.)
10. Black Eyed Peas- Meet Me Halfway
(This is the one I'm going to regret saying, isn't it? But it just feels so epic. The video hardly hurts, but that bit where he's all "Build a bridge- to the other side". That just feels so comic book. Gave me the Ex Machina hard-on I'm missing having not read any of this year's Ex Machina.)
11. Are You Gonna Bang Doe - Funky Dee
(Apologies to anyone on the end of my fever for this ludicrous, ludicrous song the last few days. Powered me through the 2009/2010 transition without sleep- largely thanks to its first 3 seconds "You should know about me/You should know about me/I'm Funky Dee". I've never learnt, in my music journalist training, how to describe how unexpectedly choppy that is, and subsequently how funny. Holy, in its shallow way.)

*Almost definitely my favourite album of 2010, about which I've already had as a rich a conversation as anything from 2009. And I haven't even heard it yet.

Top 5 Albums of the Decade

Just to give you a glimpse of how the Redbrick Top 40 might've looked, if I'd been given free reign. Not necessarily what I voted for there, largely because I was being tactical and sneaky. Because that's how I operate.

#5 Daft Punk - Discovery
#4 Los Campesinos! - Hold On Now, Youngster
#3 Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Fever To Tell
#2 Arcade Fire - Funeral
(The only one of these I didn't get to write about. I always remember it as a safe choice, and then go back and actually listen to it again and, bam.)
#1 Radiohead - Kid A

Top 5 Comics of 2009

#5 League of Extraordinary Gentlement: 1906
(Pretty much a token mention; it was my discovery of the series at large that really defined the year. It's a brilliant idea, which happened to link up perfectly with a lot of my university reading list.)
#4 Batman & Robin
#3 Invincible Iron Man
(Just good superhero comics. But something about it- and I'm not quite sure what- felt special. A cut above. Which allows me to excuse picking this when I'm still not quite up to date with the 12-part epic that was World's Most Wanted.)
#2 Scott Pilgrim Vs. The Universe
(One of the two cultural artefacts that kicked this blog into life back in March- along with Britney Spears' Circus album. I said a lot about it then. IT HAD A SHINY COVER!)
#1 Phonogram 2: The Singles Club
(The single thing off all these lists which will, I suspect, sit heaviest on my brain for the longest. Got to a point where I don't even necessarily enjoy Phonogram that much, it's just necessary sustenance- there's a reason the only thing I (directly) wrote about it this year focused on consumption. As I work with my own music/prose experiments, it's for seeing how in-line Gillen's thinking is with mine**, and where he's ahead of me, and where I should go, and where he's using ideas I had for my own stuff. Enjoyment can come later.)
I lost track of a lot of comics this year. I've already mentioned Ex Machina and Invincible Iron Man. But also Secret Warriors, Chew, Mighty Avengers, Young Liars... I never finished Umbrella Academy: Dallas. Hell, I really liked the first couple of issues of that X-Men Noir thing.

It was a year for reading around comics- continuing to dive back into the history and back-catalogue; discovering writers (Jason Aaron, Matt Fraction and Jonathan Hickman all broke into my consciousness) and learning how to write about comics. But truth be told, off the top of my head, I can barely remember what I actually read this year. A bit of a twin to my year in music, actually.

**Worth noting is that I suspect I might be the Laura Heaven to his Emily Aster in this way. Oh well. There are worse things to be.

The 5 Best Things I've Written This Year
(The Self-Indulgening)

1. Viva Pinata: The Death Simulator 2. (In?)Glourious Basterds 3. Lost, Damned: The Loss of Novelty in Games
(One of my many attempts this year to hammer out a theory about games. Probably the thing I like writing most- this is probably the attempt I like most.)
4. Flaming Lips Interview
(Because...it's the Flaming Lips.)
5. Eurogamer Expo 09: Heavy Rain preview

Thursday, 31 December 2009

LISTS AND LISTS AND LISTS...

As I might've mentioned, oh, two or three hundred times by now, it's basically the end of 2009/the decade/time. To celebrate, some lists of Good Things, and, where the inspiration strikes me, a bit of explanation.

Top 5 Albums of 2009

#5 Horrors - Primary Colours
(People are talking about this as, yay, Horros reinvent themselves as good. But I actually quite like Horrors mk.1. Still haven't given this the time it deserves, but enough to recognise, if I do give it what it deserves, it will be probably one of the most long-lasting likes on here. So ludicrously tasty and thick sounding: thanks new sound system!)
#4 Karen O - Where The Wild Things Are
(Still a little unsure about the film- more on that later - and haven't listened to this since seeing it. Beautiful, but probably the most likely record to get kicked off the list, retrospectively. Realise now I never linked to my Redbrick review.)
#3 Emmy the Great - First Love
(This year's largest sufferer of 'love-the-band-but-I've-heard-the-songs-enough-by-the-time-the-album-comes-out' syndrome. Will, no doubt, rediscover at some point, like I did this year with Dan Le Sac/Scroobius Pip's Angles.)
#2 Patrick Wolf - The Bachelor
(I'm probably wrong but, my favourite Wolf. It is, as I learnt this summer, great runnning material, really determined stuff; though, thanks to my limited stamina I'm not that familiar past the first half an hour.)
#1 Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It's Blitz
(I'll write something huge on this at some point, no doubt. YYYs have been by far my biggest band this year- in both gig and album, but I haven't had a proper Think about them since 2007ish.)

Top 5 Games of 2009

#5 Wii Sports Resort
(Screw you, Borderlands! A more pop choice, for the sheer family-uniting powers it has brought to bear this holiday. And I'm still interested in exploring its single player modes...)
#4 Batman: Arkham Asylum
(Was tight. Did tights right.)
#3 Time Gentlemen Please

(For making me laugh more than anything else this year. A perfect year would've provided me with Brutal Legend, to make a pure comedy Top 5; drop Batman and everything on here has provided more laughs than your average Apatow film, in one way or another. Oh well, no year is perfect, right?)
#2 Red Faction: Guerilla
(Second-biggest laughs provider. A game about revolutionary freedom-fighters/terrorists blowing up builds not funny? Wrong.)
#1 Spelunky
(This one has definitely got more coming. Not that there has been a lack of writing already. Haven't touched it much since Autumn, but it's left its mark. No doubt I'll buy the upcoming 360 version too.)

Top 5 Films of 2009

#5 Let The Right One In
(Beautiful, creepy, Swedish. Still annoyed I missed this in the cinema, but it's possibly the film that's held my mind for the longest
#4 Inglourious Basterds

(Provided I'm actually right about it. Recently found Tarantino's introductory speech for it, and am a bit concerned about my reading. Although, death of the author and all that, does it really matter?*)
#3 The Wrestler
#2 Milk

(As my girlfriend put it last night: "Why are all the films you like the ones that make me cry?")
#1 Up
(More than any other, this is the one that made me realise how are hard, and rubbish, lists are. I forgot this until a quick Google. It's the only film I've seen twice this year, and it genuinely held up. I think pretty much everything has been said by now- it's surprisingly heartbreaking at the start, loses it a bit here and there, but still has a lot of the year's best moments. Even the action-hero bit at the end doesn't feel forced, and genuinely worked. Wouldn't bother with 3D though.)

This one was, surprisingly, the hardest to cut down. So much extra stuff that I really loved this year- I guess it's easier to give yourself to something once. Pending a second viewing, Where The Wild Things Are might have a shot at knocking, I dunno, Inglourious Basterds off the list.All in all, it hasn't been a year where I've cared much for the contemporary. I do love the YYYs album, but haven't visited it as much as I would've had it come out in, say, 2006. And I have, as usual, struggled to keep up with the cinema, while discovering stuff like the Coens' back catalogue. Probably played more TF2 than any other (non-Spelunky) game this year. In the case of gaming, money's probably an issue. One free game, one that cost me £1.99, two I had on rental and a Christmas present. Hey, I started the Moneyless Gamer for a reason.

Musically, new was even harder than contemporary. My favourite albums are almost all by bands I already knew and liked before. Even though, when I've got my Music Editor hat on, we get a constant stream of new into our inbox, and people are raving about this and that, I'm falling behind. Looking at Top Album lists for inspiration, I feel passed-by. Such band names! Crystal Stilts? Neon Indian? They sound like futuristic versions of bands I like. Can these really have come out without my noticing?. And bands I remember hearing about a few years back, when I couldn't keep my nose out of the NME/blogs. Wild Beasts. Future of the Left. Bands I've tried with, and nothing's happened. Bands I like who I didn't even know had new stuff out. Sonic Youth. Gallows.

Perhaps I'm just getting old.

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

FLAMING LIPS: Live & Unexpurgated

So, here's the full version of that interview I put up. As I mentioned before, Wayne Coyne says a lot of interesting stuff, so editing it was a bit of a nightmare- he's the kind of guy that comes in longform, y'know? So here's (more or less) the full (edited down to the best bits) interview.

On touring

We’ve been playing since last April. We’ve not played that many shows, but we’re always sorta doing something. So, y’know, it’s a lot. There’s a point I think where you get, like, oh we’re really good at this, and there’s a point where it’s, wow, we’re just playing all the time. But it’s been good.

People seem to really love the new stuff, and we get to do our trip. But today’s the very last day. I mean, I say last day, we’re gonna play a New Year show and then spring… We never really just tour for a year and then take 3 years off. We’re always just kinda playing and recording.

On playing live

For me, I’m not a very good musician so I always feel a bit scared getting up in front of people. ‘Cus I’m just a weirdo doing weirdo things, y’know? I don’t really know if it’s any good. I think people like that junk, and I’m glad they do. But I never feel like it’s really a skill. Anyone could get in that space bubble. And maybe that’s why people like it- anyone could do it, but I’m the one who does it.

The stage vs. the studio

When we’re doing music and stuff- I mean recording- I guess to me that just feels like you’re doing art. I’m more comfortable doing that because people aren’t paying a bunch of money. You know, all these things have to go right when you’re doing a show. There’s a lot of things that have to go right. And when you’re doing your art in your own space and time, that doesn’t all have to go right. There’s no-one paying money, there’s no-one waiting in the cold. I really care about the people that are coming to the show and I want it to be as good as it can be but there’s a lot of things about it you can’t control. So I stress out about those things. Whereas when I’m doing art it’s just me doing shit, I don’t care- it’s just me and the guys and it is what it is.

Keeping interested

When we’re in the studio: the beginning of that, to me, seems like, oh, this is exciting. But if you’re there for months it’s just uhhh. It just beats you down.

So I’m lucky, I think- I get to do a bunch of different things. I get to record. That doesn’t get too boring, or too much the same and then, y’know, touring and I don’t have to do that too much and then I make movies and videos and all kinds of art. I get to do a lot of things so none of it’s too much of a beatdown.

Audience participation

Well, I mean, if you’re a fan of the Flaming Lips, usually… At festivals, obviously, not everyone’s there to see us. But they’re there ‘cause they’re ready to rock. And they’re usually drunk or on acid or something like that. We do a lot of stuff to get them to react. We shoot confetti and we throw balloons and I’m saying ‘c’mon motherfuckers, let’s do this’. I think, if you’ve seen us do a show you kinda know a little bit of what the routine is, or the way our shows go. If you had never seen us play and you’re there with everyone else, I guess it’s kind of like going to someone else’s church or something. At first you don’t know what to do but you just join in with all the stupid shit they do.

The rock concert as artform

We played some stadium shows with Coldplay at the end of the summer. And 80,000 people in this giant stadium- and I think U2 does this as well- but Chris Martin had everybody get out their cellphones and they would do the wave up and down the lengths of the stadium, and they turn off all the lights so all you can see is 80,000 cellphones… And that’s not music and I don’t know if that’s art but it’s some kind of extraordinary experience that you can’t get unless you have 80,000 people there all willing to participate.

The rock concert as mystical force

There’s a lot of groups will simply- y’know they come on stage, they play their music, you listen, that’s the way it goes. But a lot of groups will get the audience involved so the thing just becomes a bigger collaboration of the two energies or whatever. And I think there are probably some groups that don’t feed off of that energy but I know we do. I mean, when the audience gives you that love and enthusiasm it just makes us play better. It has more meaning to it.

The rock concert and the ego

Even though, less than 24 hours ago we played a show where all that happened, when that happens tonight it’ll be fucking amazing again. I never feel really like, ah, fuck this. It’s not a thing that you would get jaded to- ‘cause it really is authentic. To me- I know it’s a dumb analogy- but it would kinda be like having sex. You could have sex last night, have it again tonight, it’d be pretty good. Maybe even better. These things, they rejuvenate themselves and we like it and we want it. I think the audience wants it. We all leave the house ‘cause we want some intense experience that you cant’ just get from being on the internet or watching TV. Being with a bunch of people who all want the same thing to happen at the same time.

Music is magic

Music is some sort of mysterious emotional thing. I’m not a scientist but I know that your experiences enter into your mind or your consciousness through your eyes and your ears and your senses or whatever. And there’s a moment there where you do really get to say, ooh that’s cool I like it and I’m tasting it and I’m feeling it. But then it goes further into your mind and it becomes part of your experiences and mixes with everything else. Y’know, you sing songs and even though the song is the same song, it means different things to everybody in the audience and they bring that with them. They bring their own reason why they love this moment. So, yeah, it’s cool.

What keeps you going?

I sometimes wonder about that– it’s like, do people ever get to a point where they’re just not interested any more? But I don’t think I would be, or I would be, unless I lose my mind or something. I mean, the more I find out about the ways you can make music and the ways you can make art and the people around me helping me do it- I think it just opens up more possibilities of what I can do. And to not be so, I don’t know, self aware- everybody struggles with that, but I think I’m lucky that sometimes I get so obsessed with something, I don’t really care, I just fuckin’ do it and then before I wake up and worry too much it’s already done.

Christmas on Mars

I made this movie Christmas on Mars simply because I was around a bunch of people that were making movies and I started to see- oh, well, I see how you could do this. And it gives you ideas and it inspires you and it makes you think of new possibilities.

And so, y’know, I say things like, anything is possible! Which is kind of a silly idea. But in art, it really is true.

All artforms as one

To me art is… it’s really all the same. I don’t look at music, or painting, or movies… to me it’s all the same trip. I just look at it as, it’s all just dumb art. If you’re an architect or if you’re a fashion designer or if you’re a tattooist, y’know, there’s elements of all that being exactly the same thing. I’m not gonna drop names, but Damien Hirst came to our show the other night. And when I meet people, whether they’re musicians or painters or whatever, everybody’s relating to the same thing. You get some fuckin’ idea in your mind or some idea gets a hold of you and … you just feel like you have to do it. The torture of doing it- which is a lot of torture- is not as bad as the torture of not doing it. So you do it.

Why is art important?

It’s the desire to kind of see the world your way- hear the world your way, to design the world the way you wish it was. It really is a powerful thing to see people not worry about being embarrassed or not worrying about failing. Everybody struggles with that- everything in your life is a struggle, even if you’re not doing art. But when you see artists who just boldly say, fuck it, I’m gonna do this thing, it lets us all think, this thing I wanna be or do with my life, maybe I should just do it. And so there is definitely some value to it. But I know a lot of it is just like masturbation, you’re just doing it cus you like it. Fuck it, I like it. What can you say?

The conception of Embryonic

I guess it’s really all connected- we’d be working on Christmas, these big dense arrangements, we’d spend a lot of time working on them, and at the very end of that, something would trigger something and we’d just throw away all that shit we’d worked on for a year and go with this other thing. And I think that’s really what we’ve learned as we go- that you don’t really know why you like something or how you’re gonna like something. You just know when you do.

The growth of Embryonic

We’d be doing these jams where I’d be paying bass and Kliph [Scurlock] and Steven [Drozd] would be playing drums and we wouldn’t really know what we’re doing.

We would have no preconception of exactly what kind of music we were going to make; we’d jam for ten minutes and collectively think, eh, that kinda ran its course. But, we’d go in the next day, without a lot of awareness of what we’d done and then listen to it. And we’d hear maybe a couple of minutes where we thought, ooh, that’s a cool groove. And none of us would really remember what we intended. We weren’t making music from some other sphere of music in our minds. A lot of times you make music and you’re kinda subconsciously playing music that you’ve already played or that you’ve heard. And we’d hear these things and think, oh that’s cool, and we couldn’t really identify it as being us or somebody else. And that would be enough of a spark.

Working with David Fridmann

He’s intense and he pushes you to do more stuff and he has a lot of ideas and he’s the sonic master in a whole other way. We thought, well, if we like this stuff, we take it up there and he likes it as well, we’ll see if we can really make it something and believe in it. And the best of the stuff that we took up there, he did like it, and he didn’t know what to think of it and he knew it was sloppy and he knew some of it was out of tune. But those are all elements that he likes in music. He knows a lot of musicians will play in time and in tune and there’s times when he doesn’t feel like it matters, he’s just like you should be expressive. So when we took this stuff up there and he thought it’s not played very well but it’s very expressive. And there were things he thought he could do to make it feel more intentional or just more like this is a piece of music rather than this is just a jam And he was right- he made us turn them into songs. So there was just a lot of unknown, I don’t think we had an idea what we were gonna do and as each little piece turned out good we thought fuck it, let’s just do that.

The birth of Embryonic

We write songs all the time cus we think we’re stupid songwriters, you know, but the songs don’t always turn into anything. We had one song we tried to do 5 different times and it always turned into another song- which is great! You have to have confidence that what you’re doing is gonna work and you have to have some fucking reason to do it and a lot of times with us we think we have a great song let’s go and record it.

Even though we don’t really end up with that song it gets us in there and we start doing things. It’s not what you think that happens, it’s what you do that matters. And a lot of times people think it’s just the opposite

Y’know, they’ll say I had this great idea. Too bad it turned out like shit. As if ideas are hard- I mean, ideas are easy. I’m sure everybody has fuckin’ great ideas of how to do things all the time. But doing it is really all that matters.

We don’t like that but it’s the truth. Sometimes you think you’ve got the greatest song ever and you go in to record it and, it’s not very good. But you don’t know that until you get in there, but it turns into something else and using your eyes and your ears and your senses you can do that thing and I think that’s all we are trying to do.

Also, turns out the Lips cover album of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon has been released on iTunes (along with also-interviewed Stardeath & White Dwarfs, as well as mHenry Rollins and Peaches.) My timing almost looks intentional, doesn't it?

Let's call it a celebration of that! I'm actually quite excited to hear the album, strikes me as a typically Flaming-Lips kind of idea; i.e. the kind of stuff they excel at. Unfortunately, it appears to be iTunes only, which I don't (and refuse to) use. So we'll see...

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