Just watched Koyaanisqatsi. Man this whole military industrial complex thing is a drag. Where’s the spaceships, lets get off this rock.
“There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man…”
Man wears glasses. Man loves reading. World ends. Man finds last remaining library. Glasses get broken. The Twilight Zone.
*Hi Tumblr followers, I’ve written a short article on the Gillard governments recent strategic moves, mainly to share on Twitter. And you’re already asleep. Have fun. *
For Prime Minister Julia Gillard Disability Care and the Gonski reforms represent the creation of something positive for her leadership and for the Labour Party. I don’t know enough about the economic factors at play here so I won’t even begin to editorialise on that aspect. I’m more interested in the chess going on here. In these matters the reality for outside commentators is that the real details are only known by inner circle insiders. Everyone else is just doing calculated guesswork. With that in mind these we go into these thoughts. This is a sweeping account of current events that tries to make a shape from what’s going on here. Gillard has had a tough time as Prime Minister. She achieved leadership in questionable circumstances. Well that’s an understatement. The transition of power was not handled well. Well that’s another understatement. Chaos ensued from that point onward. The Labour Party lied and misrepresented information to the public in order to gain political advantage, making grand claims for a budget surplus. They extended beyond their reach time and again, and tested Australia time and again. For Gillard, after having inadvertently built a reputation as a person representing deep mistrust to the Australian people, she needed to drive something big home before she left office. Otherwise, the Labour Party would be completely obliterated by the simple sense of distaste Australian voters have in their mouths for her leadership, a taste that shows no signs of fading. More importantly for Gillard in a personal sense, the story of the first female Prime Minster of Australia was facing the huge, historically embarrassing risk of being a complete and utter debacle. The Gonski and Disability Care reforms set up that exact opposite of that for Gillard. They distract from the tumultuous past and welcome a new future.
Politically, the social benefits and widespread support of these reforms lock the opposition into a position of bi-partisanship. These are schemes (offers?) the opposition cannot refuse. If they did they would fall into an undesirable position where they would be seen as cold and calculating cost cutters in the eyes of the public, which is exactly how they do not want to be perceived. Campbell Newman did enough foreshadowing in that respect, it’s damaging to have any more. “Cutting to the bone” has been the latest catch phrase of the government, referring to the completely hypothetical future polities of the opposition, but the phrase serves its purpose, stitching the Liberals up politically. The oppositions hand has been forced here, and they’ve fallen into their current position by default. By supporting these measures they are locking themselves into both Gillard’s political legacy and economic foot trap. There is very little they can do about it at this point. The opposition are committed, even if they know spending should be curbed.
The thing is for the Labour Party it’s more important to save themselves politically than to be smart economically. They clearly think they can afford to spend cash at this point, but they can’t afford to leave office without significant reforms. It’d be utterly devastating, and not just in the short term. Gillard’s legacy is at stake.
A friend and I are amongst a stream of people migrating towards the Brisbane convention centre on a Monday night. Night fell during the train ride out from the city, a long trip that must have lasted at least 40 minutes. Generalisations incoming: Tool fans are easily picked out: white male, black t-shirt, jeans. Some are surprisingly accompanied by girls, who are either clammy brunettes or pirate hooker imitating types. This is my first Tool concert but I have some idea what to expect, and I don’t really want to talk to the other fans. There is a level of excitement in the air but it’s strangely restrained and these people are strangely quiet. We all sort of journey silently towards the venue, all knowing why we’re coming and all focused on what’s ahead.
Tool is a band I’ve always enjoyed privately. The music demands that approach. You can’t really sing along to it and you can’t dance to it. It sucks you into a thoughtful trance which you don’t pull out of until the song closes. It’s psychologically manipulative and it toys with the listener on a base level. Deciphering that has always been a source of joy for me. Every person’s interpretation of the songs is different. The lyrics, often vague and open to wide interpretation attract people with a diverse range of opinions and outlooks.
The show is divided into two parts with an intermission in between. At first I find myself incredibly distracted by everything that was going on – the lights, the screens, the general atmosphere, the people sitting next to me, the people in the pit. It’s hard to follow all of it at once. Or maybe that’s just the ADD from the large coffee I had just drank. The band starts and it barely pauses, there isn’t a down moment. If you missed what Maynard just said or still hadn’t swallowed the visuals of that last song you were lost. The band marches forward without you.
The rhythm of the music is hugely jarring. Danny Carey’s drumming is near impossible to time yourself to. Adam Jones screeching, gyrating notes seem to form their own words. Justin bounces back and forth in his place, his bass forming the dark undercurrent. Maynard’s vocal tones change from song to song, both electronically and naturally, and he swaps words around, and sometimes he’s barely understood. Because my ear is accustomed to the album versions I find myself mentally deconstructing the live versions, comparing footnotes into how they are different, how the band is performing, how Maynard’s voice is doing. While concentrating on that my mind is also being bent by the visuals projected on huge screens that all but dwarf the band, and which also do not move along in time with the music, so what you’re seeing on that screen toys with your natural sense of rhythm, which is I said before, is already being screwed with.
The high point for me in the first section was when the band wound back a gear and performed one of their slowest songs. Pink glitter showered down from the roof as spotlights and lasers of every colour beamed across the stadium. For me that is when Tool really transcends itself, when the jarring rhythms give way to more reflective fare. The song with its themes of human evolution and personal willpower brings Tool into a zone of pause, a timeout. It feels more personal and much more like classical storytelling, but on a huge, awe inspiring scale with visuals to match.
But, like my friend reminds me, Tool is a metal band and people don’t come to see Tool to get nice stories told to them.
After intermission and some much needed food we return to our seats ready and waiting. I find myself sinking into the atmosphere now and loosening up. The band runs through their most explosive and powerful songs, and nails them. The crowd loves it. There is barley a pause in the second set, aside from Maynard’s jokes. The band closes spectacularly in green lasers and swirling fog. The crowd gives a standing ovation and huge applause.
The next day on the train ride back to the airport I start thinking about the fans of the music. The guy sitting next to me didn’t speak much before the show, and while the band was playing he tapped his foot occasionally and mouthed silently along to the words. He was enjoying it in his own way but I couldn’t help but think that he was a victim to all the pitfalls and tragedies that Maynard so completely describes, in a sense fulfilling some kind of destiny.
Tool is a great experience. The band continues to fascinate its fans and it continues to mess with their heads. It’s a band that is equally as worshiped as it is misunderstood. The music is an elaborate construction meshing art, sound and psychology. I’ve tried to sum the band up with a phrase or a short description before but I’ve never been able to get it. The band remains dark and ethereal, hard to explain and difficult to pass on to new listeners. Even now, trying to bring this article to a close, I’m struggling to find an encompassing closing statement. The band leaves the mind open, as if waiting for more information to come through. Maybe that’s the secret. Maybe that’s the psychology of the thing. We’re given enough to open our minds up, but never enough to close it again. An interesting thought.