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Your Brain is Lying to You, Part 4

Word of the Week

Sousveillance: The practice of democratized observation and recording of those in power. Antonym of surveillance.

“Fill your mouths with words of the times”

Of all the things I miss as an adult, Gosling shows are probably one of the most unexpectedly keen. They were the sound of the best possible apocalypse and watching them live felt like a euphoric party set to the sound of bombs. As a teenager in a nuclear town in the desert, they made me feel part of an artistic culture for the first time.

And while I’m sure my intense love for them isn’t purely nostalgia, it’s hard to separate out the parts that are from those that aren’t. I mean, hell, Loudermilk was the second rock show I ever went to, and the first show I ever enjoyed. I truly fell in love with rock and roll in a grange hall at the fair grounds, watching the impossibly cool Davey Ingersoll snarl over pounding, soaring rock the likes of which I’d never heard before.

The irony of the matter is that I had never heard Loudermilk before I went to that show. The only reason I went to the show was because I had a crush on a girl who was going. I’m 85% confident that she was only going because she had a crush on Mark Watrous. She and I were both far too young to realize that those are stupid reasons to go to a rock show. But it worked out alright for me at least: by the end of Loudermilk’s set I’d long lost her in the crowd (read: she’d lost me and was probably glad of it), and was entirely entranced by the show.

It was intoxicating, and that kind of intoxication does something to a young man’s brain. Watch that video for “Here Is…” again. Watch Isaac Carpenter’s drumming. He drums like his floor tom killed his mother. Watch Davey Ingersoll’s vocal style. It’s a style you can physically feel, even over video. He brings exactly the right amount of revivalist preacher to the show. That kind of fire leaves its mark on an audience. Contrast that with Shane Middleton who, despite laying down as thunderous a foundation as a rock tune could ever require, exudes perfect and perpetual cool.

While I can never say objectively that Loudermilk were the perfect rock band, I feel like I can make a pretty compelling case. And I remain convinced that anyone who sincerely disagrees only does so because they never had the chance to stand teeth-to-stage while those four guys from a wide spot in the desert soundtracked the end of the world.

Beware the Advanced Beginner

Why, on what lines will you look, Socrates, for a thing of whose nature you know nothing at all? Pray, what sort of thing, amongst those that you know not, will you treat us to as the object of your search? Or even supposing, at the best, that you hit upon it, how will you know it is the thing you did not know?”

A Gentleman Tells a Story

Ladies and Gentlemen, Willie Nelson.

Your Brain is Lying to You, Part 3

Dog to the Beach

I’m not sure I will ever want to be anywhere as badly as this dog wants to be in the ocean.

“This is our time to kill”

Gold & Youth, “Time to Kill”

“What if what if the world is not as it seems”

Joyfield, “You Smell Like Work”

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