King Khan and BBQ Show, HEALTH, the Dead Science, No Age, Little Girls, Priya Thomas, Cold Cave, Crystal Antlers are the bands I saw live this weekend for NXNE. One thing I love and hate about this city is the sheer amount of life and activity that makes it impossible for me to justify sitting at home watching science fiction movies or reading philosophy. I generally feel obligated to be a young person, to live some sort of life that will look or sound good when I'm recounting my youth to children 30 years from now. Sometimes youth is oppressive, but sometimes my feeling obligated to go out and be a part of things works in my favour and *surprise* I feel a part of something lovely. When it comes to music, I love being in it and arguing with new people about the different forms of nostalgia produced by the music of Girl Talk vs. Boards of Canada (fuck, is that even a question? People are stupid).
Despite having read 700+ pages of Foucault in the past few weeks, digging into the Lacan makes me yearn to be back in the middle of Foucault's exhaustive but straightforward account of the history of ancient Greek sexuality. Right in the thick of volume 2 when life was more simple and the big O Other and little o and the jouissance and the mirror stage and the love and the One are not combatting concepts in my brain. If anyone wants to help guide me through Lacan's seminar on feminine sexuality (book XX) please, yes.