“It feels weird speaking normal language. For months, my only conversations have been in the studio. Like, ‘Okay, tinkle zap for over on 47, split-back and, and do a return on the vox.’ And everyone knows exactly what you’re saying.”—Beck (via delogisticificmysticize)
I'm in love with your Tumblr, and of course in love with Beck. As you are a professional in Beckology I was asking myself if you know where I can study that career, because here in Argentina I can't find I anywhere! Maybe I will have to look for it in Where It's At, besides they told me that's a great country.(In case you didn't notice my obsession with Beck is out of control)
Thank you. I also love your tumblr. I see a kind of a complice in you since you live in Argentina and I live in Germany and there are no real solid, permanent academic manifestations for Beckology in any kind of way in our countries.
There are, of course, panels and guest lectures - traveling tours of scholars, doppelgängers, and the artist himself, but I guess Beck has never reached you (I remember you whining about never having him seen live). I’ve studied the Beck scriptures vividly since 2002 and scrutinized the words, turned them around, read them backwards, to find any acknowledging hint from Beck’s part regarding the existence of our field of study - or at least my country of origin. He does so, I believe, in his early works, by asking us whether or not we speak German. I indeed do and I feel this outburst of ironic chit-chat from Beck’s side purely rewarding for my side (although I always imagine him removing the blurry helmet from the Loser video and then asking this question, his head slightly to the side - which, in itself, turns the rewarding quality of his question into a blurry statement in itself). Also the introduction of the Becktionary in Futurama was another gift to the Beckology community, so are any of his albums, concerts, stewoo.net forums and whiskeyclone.net websites etc etc etc.
Quite honestly, the Becktionary in its tumblr forms started out as a private joke between my boyfriend and me. I have a wonderful dog who, indeed, does resemble Beck. She is quite beautiful, stunningly insane, and lovable. Since it is kind of common sense for dog owners to creepily and slowly adapt to the looks of their dogs, I therefore myself resemble Beck a tiny bit - that’s why some tags and notes say “I’d be that as a man”, “me with a beard” etc. I think this adds an interesting dimension into the field of Beckology - the idea of adaptation, mimicries (my boyfriend and I have long planned to re-enact the most telling / scariest pictures me resembling Beck, like the Mutations cover or Autumn DeWilde’s pictures from the Modern Guilt-era in Japan), post-modern, cross-dressing forms, and the idea of resembling somebody through somebody else. The chain would be Beck-my dog-me. This is as if you copy a picture of somebody so often that only an outline or trace of a human face is apparent but beyond recognition - and still I claim to make out the characteristics of the featureless face.
What the Becktionary has ever since become is a collection of Beck images and sound bits and anecdotes and reblogs, dating back to 2009 (or even 2008????), to amuse my boyfriend and to give me an internet outlet for Beck rantings. I am encouraged by followers and nice questions. I love seeing other, better, smarter Beck-related tumblrs posting even rarer songs and weirder pictures I have never seen before (hamless, fakebeck, superfueledfreaksicle, delogisticificmysticize). I love reading Beck anecdotes and memories. I love seeing people cry about him not releasing a new album. I like the puzzling, enigmatic part of Beck.
Argentina needs a branch of Beckology and I am glad that you take up the challenge!
“I never pretended to be an MC, I always had my own style. I threw many of the hip-hop rules out the window immediately. I didn’t even try to be real. There’s very stringent rules of how hip-hop is made. It’s very protective, almost like the way the Germans make their beer. You can’t fuck with the formula at all.”—Beck (via delogisticificmysticize)
BH: I’ve sometimes wondered if music changes when the perception of it changes. I don’t know if that sounds too metaphysical or abstract, but a few times I’ve heard things before they came out and thought, “that’s a good song,” and then it becomes a massive hit and eventually becomes considered one of the greatest songs of all time and it doesn’t sound like the first time you heard it anymore. It’s suddenly has this weight or quality it didn’t have– it’s a different song.
“I think it would be great to have a mall that looked like stores but you weren’t selling things. You were just going to hang out or do things. Or if somebody bought a mall and turned it into a house that people could kind of come to and you could build rooms, and it’s all orange furniture. Or you could just build environments. Reclaim a mall just in the name of aesthetics or to make something beautiful or something that has no real purpose. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”—Beck: subverting neoliberalism since forever (via delogisticificmysticize)
“I remember talking to some journalist in Hong Kong and he read me out lyrics to one of my songs that weren’t anything close to the lyrics I wrote. They were so much better. I’ve been kicking myself ever since that I didn’t write down what he thought they were. I think I’m gonna try to track him down next time.”—Beck (via delogisticificmysticize)
“There’s 40 or 50 songs that nobody’s heard that I’ve done in between albums. There’s a whole evolution from Midnite Vultures to Sea Change that’s never been released.”—Beck (via delogisticificmysticize)
“The sound of dead cell phones and oil rigs, the sound of empty parking lots and school buses, we love to live, and live to love, ladies and gentlemen, Jesus’ children of America, The White Stripes.”—Beck, introducing the White Stripes at the 2004 Grammy Awards (via sweetheartblues)