#the preface

[posterproject]

The place where this coming from is strong and you trying to fight it

[gawaincomic]

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral fanfic. Fanfics are well written, or badly written. That is all. The moral life of the fictional character forms part of the subject-matter of the ficcer, but the morality of fic consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No ficcer desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No ficcer has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in a ficcer is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No ficcer is ever morbid. The ficcer can express everything. Thought and language are to the ficcer instruments of a fic. Vice and virtue are to the ficcer materials for a fic. It is the reader, and not life, that fanfic really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a fanfic shows that the fic is new, complex, and vital. When Tumblr disagrees, the ficcer is in accord with herself. We can forgive a ficcer for making a useful thing as long as she does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All fanfic is quite useless.

Oscar Wilde

[thedigitaltraphouse2]

The Preface - RoGa RapH

[blackswaneventsband]

0: The Preface

Hello, the name you probably know me by is Bella Choy. (kind of rockin' a Jon Sims Jonny Sims situation here for this first album cycle) I am the frontwoman for Black Swan Events. We're a pop punk band that tells stories, or a 'concept rock' band as my dear stage manager Ara has coined, and we will get even fuckin weirder with it going forward.

I am writing this for those of you who have scrolled back to the very beginning of this blog. I know you're there, diving deep into the tumblr archive, because I am you. I have pete's whole ass livejournal saved to my harddrive, I know what the metacommentary can mean to someone who finds meaning in the art.

I have never been very good about writing my thoughts down anywhere consistently. This has been historically problematic when working on lyrics, as I've lost more to my own carelessness than I care to admit. However, if I have a fighting chance anywhere, it is tumblr. I have been here since 2013 and am not scared of it in the way I am instagram or twitter so you find yourself in luck tumblrina. (Do people still use that in the future?) (This will ironically be my first time in 12 years using tumblr for its intended use as a real shit blogging platform. I have always been an exclusive reblogger. On god, y'all will never find my real personal.)

We played our first show last week. It was a small glimpse at something more. I wish you were there. (We broke a guitar string, Tour Manager Morg's glasses, four of my partner's nails, and someone dropped a full glass in the pit right at the end of 27 Hours and Change. I like 7s.) I don't think anyone got a video of the full set, but what we have, I am sure you have seen if you're this far in. I am gonna post the text of my script for posterity after this goes up to make the narrative lore building easy for y'all.

I can't wait for you to hear the Drafting Desk Demos (which will be referred to hereafter on this blog as the triple d ep) and the singles and First Love, First Blood. We're in the middle of writing the album. Right now, we're working on Balcony Scene Kid, which I hope is one of your favorites. Jess put something fucking killer together for the guitars, and I think I FINALLY figured out the game for the lyrics. God, I am so fucking excited to actually get this in your hands. It eats me alive.

I know I'm being reverse parasocial right now, but I feel like I've known you all my life. You've been here with me through this entire 5-year process and even before. (It's crazy to feel like I'm at the beginning of something 5 years in) Maybe I'm just living with the fleabag audience, but I know you're there.

I am going to do right by you. You deserve nothing less than my best. And you're gonna get it.

Thank you from day 1 (or day 1,948 depending on how you're counting,)

Bella

[steadyleanin]

Koran Streets - The Preface

[theworldofbrightshadows]

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself

Oscar Wilde

[hiphopsjournal]

A Preface to David Luke - GAFollowers

Producers are interesting beings. Like singers and rappers, they have feelings, grooves, sounds and all of that jazz but they always seem to be a little more eclectic than other artists most of the time, right? David Luke is the epitome of the eclectic producer. The young artist was featured in May as one of the underrated/unknown artists that many aren’t talking about…yet. The time has come for those that are aware and unaware of the young producer’s talent to experience a new collection of work, and unlike his collaborative project with Steve Cantrell, Thoughts After Second Thoughts, this one is solo. On August 29, Luke will release his first full-length project, The Preface. If you’re already a fan and follower of the Albany, GA born-soundsmith then you’ll know that he released an EP, For You, Ms. Love, in March but this project will give an opportunity to hear a story crafted from personal experience and experimentation from Luke that sounds like nothing out on the popular airwaves. The Preface is full of funk, electronica, hip-hop and soul sounds fused in to one work full of love, lust, confusion and self-discovery. Luke said that he “created this project in a time ...

[questionerrrthing]

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all. The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey