I'm Kate Moss, though.

emmanuelle cunt wrote:I'm Kate Moss, though.

No you’re not. I rushed her to the ER last night after we shared an 8 ball of coke at the DJ Mehdi party.

Man, people on this board really need to cut the shit.

God bless us, everyone.

Nina wrote:Fuck.
You are just as psychotic as your boyfriend.

"Utter fraud"?
If I want to believe that Rick Reuben is really a well known, world famous Buddhist asshole, does that mean that he is?
If I really, really, really want to believe that, and so I do, despite all evidence to the contrary, am I sane?
What if Rick Reuben gives up telling me any different, because I am obviously plagued with emotional problems, sexual insecurity, and a pathetic loneliness expressing itself through obsessive internet fantasy?
What if Rick Reuben's exasperation and lack of attention to my talents is really a secret language, devised for my ears only?
What if that secret language is used to relay promises of future happiness?
Can anyone else hear that language? Understand it?
Have you ever heard of Radical Interpretation?

I know this is pretty sordid business, but internet deception can have serious, unintended consequences (Megan Meier hoax anyone?) and when it happens it ought to be exposed and addressed.

Let’s just say for argument that this was an “obsessive internet fantasy”, that Minotaur is “plagued with emotional problems, sexual insecurity, and a pathetic loneliness” –which he’s not. Minotaur is one of the sweetest, most generous, most compassionate, well-liked people I’ve ever met.

But, for the sake or argument, let’s just say he is all of those things.

If that is true, then fake Nina was totally complicit in deluding a credulous kid—urging him to open up and unburden himself to her when he was having a hard time. He may have been credulous, but she was utterly cruel. And, yes, she did say lots of stuff suggesting that she was Nina Nastasia.

And why was she doing this, whoever the hell she is? Did she find it amusing? Was she also way too drawn into this “obsessive internet fantasy” in which she also divulged all sorts of wacked-out, intimate shit?

I don’t think this can be excused this as “well, the truth would have been too devastating for him.” Heck, if he’s as unbalanced as she claims he is then she was really playing with fire. But Minotaur found out. He wasn’t devastated. The thing that hurt the most was realizing that someone he had come to care about was so deceptive. But we’re still wondering… what kind of a person would perpetuate such a charade and allow someone to become so emotionally invested in her if she was only fucking with him for sport?

I’d love to hear her “Radical Interpretation”.

Whoa.

Wow... I mean, this is getting weird.

I like Burial.

I'm not wondering about anything.

Nina made me feel better. Nina sent me nice records. I sent her long letters. I came to care about her like I would my Aunt Rosemary. At first I edited myself...she encouraged me to open up. She knows the things I've kept to myself for years.

I have been pathetically lonely in Madison. I felt like Nina understood me...and if she still does, then I must be a vile piece of shit (I certainly feel like one right now). I would have "psychotically" opened up to her no matter who she was.


But out of respect for the forum, you two need to drop this IMMEDIATELY. This is NOT the point of Crap/Not Crap.

Note: I don't think sex is an appropriate topic on Electrical (to the degree that it's come to anyway) but I've never been sexually insecure in the least...my trouble with relationships stems from a fear of being abandoned.

CEASE AND DESIST

Hey, I went to Euclid Ave. grade school. Good ole' Mount Prospect...

Guys, I honestly suggest that it might be a good idea to delete all of the personal bits you wrote above; I'm not sure it is the type of stuff that you'd want the rest of us to vulture over the day after.

On topic: I have just listened to a song called Distant Lights; it again reminds me a lot of the darker jungle I heard a decade and a half ago, which brings us back to the nostalgia point... Burial is mood music in that sense, and perhaps that is all it does for a lot of us. It's ok, but I don't think that I could love it.

(Cranius, I am failing to hear Bomb the Bass in this! Perhaps it is because they are indelibly linked to the soundtrack of Xenon II in the remnants of my adolescent mind.)

The romantic side of me still holds on to the real-world event argument; the rational side does not think the argument relevant to this kind of music. I've seen too many dull-ass live bands and heard too many powerful electronic sets (note: not just standard club DJ sets) to be convinced of this as a distinction that I can use to rank artists.

Simple answer from a simple person: If electronic music is being played in an even vaguely "rock" sort of context (even including Eno's ambient stuff [even including Ambient 1: Music for Airports]), then yes, I can be moved by it.

If you're talking about DJ sets...club music...house music--I'll keep an open mind about it, but I sincerely doubt I will be moved emotionally by it in any way/I will just feel uncomfortable in such an environment. This being said, I would probably never listen to any such records in my home at this point in my life, either. Most of the fans would (admittedly) probably get to me...even at like...a Daft Punk show. Sorry.


As for "vulturing" over my personal thoughts, sparky...while I wish that stuff wasn't there at all (including my contribution to this virtual slap fight), I would NOT remove it now that it's there. Judge me based on your personal interactions with me, not from what anybody else has to say (for better or for worse). The thoughts catalogued here are what they are, and it would be cowardly of me to remove them, no matter how stupid or annoying they might be.