#NYANCATCITY, a four day festival this week in NYC.
Everyone and their feelings and their art and their livelihoods are pent up and invested with maximum immediacy, and the Internet is a giant shit-stained bloodbath of bathroom wall engaged in endless name-calling over who’s wasting time and who’s being real enough. Suddenly whether or not you’re “into jamming out” takes on towering existential importance. Is that a fragile moment of pure freedom I hear or did you just shit in my ear? Are you an absolute master of being stuck inside a dying closed system? The jury’s so far out it’s hard to even talk about.
Not actually an electronic artist but I’m gonna put this here anyway.
A Summary Of Revelations We Recieved At The Now Age Presentation
- gold = utopia
- utopia = feelings
- feelings = triangles
- body paint = meaningful
- gold lame = utopia
- you should hit the drum loudly when you want to get people’s attention
- fake blood looks cool
- dude from liturgy isn’t really great at talking
- YES, THEY DID ACTUALLY PLAY ENYA
- camera bros who lie on your leg for like fifteen minutes and say you “shouldn’t worry about them” are not to be trusted
- real is a feeling?
- THIS IS NOT NEW AGE
- Black Sabbath