Yes. And also, I am on Tumblr, and too lazy to open my blog that had been intended for ranting. Therefore, bear with me, as I rant about the latest that has gotten on my nerves. (I have also discussed this with my sister earlier.)
This is mainly because of my constant time-wasting on Tumblr. I’ve noticed that the internet mainly consists of cat photos, and motivational photos. Cat photos, although sometimes lame, are still acceptable, because cats are simply adorable.
Motivational photos - and I mean those that try to define love or happiness or the different genders - are the stupidest things I have ever seen on the internet.
First of all, they generalize like hell. You do not know every fucking man and woman on the earth, so stop believing you can define them or draw the line between them. Every person is different - keep that in mind. And because every person is different, their ideas of and sources of happiness are quite different. And also, their way of expressing/sharing love is never ever ever ever the same.
Second of all, they are really unnecessary. Why do you even attempt to define individuals and portray people as similar and predictable? Why is it that all those humour photos make women seem fussy, bitter, jealous, and judgmental; and men seem dumb, only interested in food and videogames, and lustful?
People are much more complex than that. And so are happiness and love. They are undefinable; they simply are. You don’t come off as clever when you try.
Yeah, I’m done. I was just becoming irked by this, especially since today at school, we were asked to define freedom. I honestly didn’t know what to put, so I bullshitted, and just wrote: “Freedom is better than safety.”
By the way, these are some examples of what I meant:
"By now his social circle consisted of the new elite and it was as shallow and unreal as the stupor-inducing cloud of grass upon which they all floated. Theirs was a selfish overindulgent clique, where human emotions like sadness, weakness and fear were uncool. They all had these feelings of course, they just never admitted to them and certainly never showed them outwardly. One day in the summer as the joss sticks burned in the midst of yet another boozy bash, Linda appeared on Brian’s Courtfield doorstep. Accounts claim that Brian’s reaction was not only to keep Linda waiting outside in the street with Julian, but also to laugh uproariously down at her standing on the pavement, flagging over his drunken guests to join in the jeering at his dejected and cast-off girlfriend. But someone who was there that day fiercely refutes this. Dave Thomson claims:
That’s shit! Brian had some friends in. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. Linda, Julian, and another woman, I think it was her mother, were standing there. I didn’t know what to do, so I let them in. Just then Brian came out to see who it was. When he saw Linda he asked me to keep the rest, particularly Keith, who was in a bloody annoying laughing mood, out of the way, while he took Linda and Julian to his bedroom and closed the door. Later, Linda left and Brian stayed upstairs crying for a whole two hours. He was missing Linda, thinking of her and kept saying how good it’d felt to have held his son.
Although Brian never knew it, he had made a poignant impact on his son, as Julian, years later, recalls: ‘I remember meeting dad once when I was very little. I was frightened and crying and Dad picked me up in his arms. I can always remember his face as he hugged me close. Sometimes, if I need to, I shut my eyes and bring that moment back. It helps.’ Brian’s private misery that day would have to remain just that, for no other reason than to have shown himself distressed by Linda’s visit to his merry-making guests would have exposed him to unbearable ridicule. It simply wasn’t in line with his image.”
- Brian Jones: The untold life and mysterious death of a rock legend, by Laura Jackson
I have finished reading the Brian Jones biography by Laura Jackson. It was extremely sad to read, as she delved quite deeply into his life and death. However, even so, I greatly recommend this book, since it is quite reliable. Laura Jackson actually interviewed his family members, girlfriends, and closest friends, and included their quotes, along with photos.
I also have her biography of Brian May, and as for him as well, she conducted extensive research, and I believe that her information is accurate.
And it probably is, since the book would have to be approved by his family.
Anyways, what I am trying to say is that, if you read the book, you will really know a lot about him - of course, not nearly as well as anyone who knew him personally - but to an extent that will evoke more emotion, be it annoyance or sympathy or respect, from you.
Also, I can find so many lies about Brian on the internet, that it really pisses me off. I don’t like the false image projected about him. And thus, I highly recommend this book.
It was sad and painful, but I loved it, and I wish I did not have to return it to the library.
“Brian came up with the name (Rolling Stones). It was a phone call - which cost money - and we were down to pennies… We got a gig at last, so we said, “Call up Jazz News, put in an advert”. So Brian gaily dials away - and they say Who? We hadn’t got a name and every second was costing a precious farthing. There’s a Muddy Waters record face down - The Best of Muddy Waters - and the first song was Rollin’ Stone Blues. Brian had a panicked look on his face - he said I don’t know… the Rolling Stones. That’s the reason we’re called the Rolling Stones…. Our first gig was… at the Marquee.”—Keith Richards