BoJack Horseman

The sixth season of BoJack Horseman has just arrived. It’s a story about a horse… man. 

Season 6 is going to be the last season of the masterpiece. It really makes you think when you watch BoJack Horseman. It makes you think about your life, it shows how BoJack lives in all of us.

Creating a connection between the audience and the characters is, I believe, a prime goal for the shows. Why else would we watch it, just to see strangers suffer?

However, there is more to it. There is something about BoJack Horseman that haunts you. Some say it’s the Nihilism, to that, I partly agree. But what if life is indeed meaningless? Then it wouldn’t be Nihilism at all. It would just be… life.

BoJack Horseman is not just a show. It may be the most realistic fiction there is, and that’s why we love it. We savor the realism in the story of BoJack Horseman, and suffer for it.

I hope for BoJack to get a happy ending, and for all of us, too.

Photo credit: Time.com

You Are My Sweetest Downfall…

I am obsessed with the song Samson by Regina Spektor. Ask my roommate, she knows.

What I love the most about the song is not the beautiful, velvety vocals but the lyrics (to be specific, the meaning behind them).

It tells the story of Samson through the eyes of Delilah, his deceitful wife. Samson was blessed by God with incredible strength (he could even kill a lion with his bare hands). With that strength, Samson fought off wicked people and God was pleased. Samson was good. He was obedient and he loved God. So, God promised Samson his strength as long as he never cut a hair off his head.

Delilah had given into sin by accepting the bribes of the Philistines. Blinded by money, she sought to find Samson’s ultimate weakness and to bring about his downfall. Every night, he incessantly asked her husband where his shortcomings lied. But every night, Samson gave her the wrong answer. After being given the answer, Delilah called the Philistines to her house to attack her husband, just to have Samson fight them off.

Finally, one night, Delilah got to him. She had told him that if he truly loved him, he would confide in her.

and he did.

Samson lost his hair that night and Delilah sold her husband to the Philistines. Tied to a pillar in their palace, Samson watched as the Philistines celebrated with a feast. Samson, deceived, guilt welling up in his chest cavity, prayed to God for one last chance. He asked for forgiveness and he asked for his strength. And for the last time, Samson got up and used his power to break the pillar that he was tied against, killing all inside the building, including himself.

This story is particularly moving to me because it shows how easily mankind can fall into sin’s trap. Everyday, the story of Samson lives on in every one of us. We are the deceived but more often, we are the deceivers.

Once you branch off from the straight path, like a tree that has grown crooked, you can never go back and straighten in out again. The past will always remain in the past. But life’s goal is to turn back once a mistake has been made. You must live and learn. Let the present be something you will never regret.

the endless circle the endless circle the endless…

It’s funny. I didn’t think that I’d find such depth and meaning in my summer reading.

 

A Confederacy of Dunces
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I was assigned four books over this past summer, one of them being Toole’s The Confederacy of Dunces. In reading this book, it opened up my eyes of the vicious circle that has been plaguing our society since the birth of mankind and undoubtedly will do so for eternity (or, in my mind, the Rapture).

People want to be viewed by others a certain way. They portray themselves accordingly depending on who their audience is. As shown through the main character of Ignatius J. Reilly, one might strive for acknowledgment but receive nothing but judgement in return.

Prejudice is a instantaneous reaction, an almost inbred behavior. It may take your brain a few seconds to scan a stranger before you feel like you already have a grasp of the kind of a person he or she is.

People, whether conscious of the fact or no, put on a guise in order to recreate themselves. Most people describe going off to college as a time to “start with a clean slate.” This is essentially people putting on a new persona. You are given the opportunity to leave your past behind. So you used to be the girl who was too shy to approach anybody? Well now that same girl is the first to introduce herself at her new college. You are allowed to break the binding chains of the stereotypes that you had been associated with during these chance times. And in this vicious cycle, there are many opportunities to change.

We are afraid to be judged (on different levels of course) yet, we judge almost all we see. The circle feeds on insecurities, on fears, on secrets and it generates even more. Just as Van Gogh‘s potentials were never realized (at least not until after his death) and Ignatius’ motives were misinterpreted, humanity will always reject what is not the norm. And, in one way or the other, people will always strive to live up to the standards of their peers.

Gifted by Association

Aria
Definition: 1) A long, accompanied song for a solo voice, typically one in an opera or oratorio

My mom tells the story of how I got the name Aria with ease. She was driving her car and listening to music when she got caught in traffic. After sitting there for a while, she felt little fetus Aria kicking away. After turning down the music, she realized that, not only was I kicking to the music, but I was kicking in time with the music. Her and my father both saw it fit for me to have a musical name.

I’d like to believe that I got my musical ability from my father. That musical inclination is a hereditary trait, and that I showed stages of it even before I was born.

My father, Gayle Ellett, is the most talented man I know.

Give him any instrument (except for drums, both he and I have trouble coordinating our hands and feet to make a steady rhythm and also keep up with fills) and he will be able to teach himself how to play it within an hour.

When you walk into our single-storied house, immediately to your right is a long table overflowing with musical instruments. On that single table there are instruments from all around the world, each one different from the last. After you pass the table there is a door on the right. It is almost hidden by the dining room table, but it leads to a room of enchantment. And laundry machines.

When my dad first got the house, he ripped out the garage door and put a wall in its place, creating a nearly soundproof room. He needed a place to put his instruments and his washer and dryer machines, and he decided that they both could live harmoniously in one room.

Inside that room there are large instruments and small. The occasional piece of blue foam on the wall, helping to absorb the rooms various echos. There is no room for a bench for the old, slightly out of tune wall piano, so there are two large amplifiers there instead. Then there are three large and complicated looking synthesizers. There are two huge congo drums and three shelves covered in percussion instruments. Cables litter the floor in a spiderweb of electricity, giving electric instruments the sound they need to truly be beautiful instruments.

My dad is a part of many different local Topanga bands, but his main band, started in 1984, is called Djam Karet (meaning “Elastic Time, The Hour That Stretches”). They are a progressive rock instrumental band, and they are not very popular in the United States. In France, however, it is a different story.

In 2009 there was a three day festival called The Crescendo Festival. Not only did Djam Karet participate, but they were the headlining band. My step mom, Rita, will tell you that, as she stood side stage, she saw full grown men crying while listening to Djam Karet’s set. Every fiber in my being wishes that I was able to attend that festival and see my father’s band play live.

I am incredibly lucky to have such a talented musician as a father. I am grateful that I have someone in my family who understands what it is like to have such a raw passion for music that you can hardly control it. I can talk to my dad for hours about musical theory, where the industry is headed, how it is hard to find a new “popular” artist who writes his or her own songs and doesn’t use auto-tune or pitch correction, and even just the process of writing a song.

Djam Karet has released 15 full-length albums, including The Heavy Soul Sessions (released October 19th, 2010) and an additional 16 EPs and compilations, each one rivaling the next in complexity and true musical talent of all of the members of the band.

“They can burn the paint right off your walls.” – Whole Earth Review magazine

Without my dad helping me with music, I would be lost in a sea of confused passion, not knowing how to release my own musical tension.

Thank you, Daddy, you are more loved and appreciated than you understand.

 

 

 

The Crescendo Festival.