| manifesto de bean. the 12 reasons for existance. |
| "They'll want you to be jesus, to go down on one knee, but they'll want their money back if you're alive at thirty-three..." All is not as it seems. The Bean strives to be naught but the Bean, an ongoing struggle of epic proportions. The Bean disavows all ties to such wretched things as dishonor, undignity, rampant sexual ridiculousness, and equally ridiculous shameless commercialism. The Bean is Occult; that is, an Occult Practitioner. She believes that Magick is neither black nor white, but both because all things are both, including each of us. She has had little to no contact with the outside world and does not understand human beings. Inversely, she cannot claim to be anything other than one of them and this is a great source of confusion and hatred in her mind and soul. The Bean is an archaic musician, loving the tin whistle, the harmonica and the lute along side the bass guitar. She is currently trying to find a lute that she can afford, and this will doubtlessly prove a difficult venture. (Got a lute to sell? E-mail the Bean at [email protected].) The Bean loves and appreciates music of ALL kinds, and that means ALL kinds... From techno to celtic airs, from polka to rebel country, from black metal to ska, from modern jazz to basement bhangra, from punk to baroque classical. The Specials and Type O Negative. Groove Armada and Merle Haggard. Bach and Rancid. Pat Metheney Group and VNV Nation. U2 and Opeth. All of it, and the Bean strives to make music that connects to her diverse tastes. In music, she finds the quiet place where there's only one thing that matters... The Music itself. She believes that no one should shun a particular type of music because the demographic that listens to that music shuns it. "HEY! If you listen to Emperor, there's no way in hell you can listen to Willie Nelson or Basement Jaxx!" The Bean says "Fuck you, buddy." And she also believes that you should never totally shrug off any single kind of music without first giving it a good listen. And the best music on Earth is the Pure Music... The music people make not for money, not for glory or fame, but simply for the Music. The gypsies on the railroad tracks in Romania. The old men in the lobby of the chairopractor's office with their accordians. The friends around the kitchen table strumming away on old acoustic guitars and singing bluegrass tunes older than their grandparents. The girl on the riverbank blowing sweetly into a battered tin whistle. That is TRUE music, and the Bean encourages everyone to find a way to enjoy it, or appreciate it at least. Hell, make some yourself. It doesn't have to be perfect or flawless. That is not the point. The point is to allow your soul to make itself heard, and if your soul sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard, well then by the Gods, that's just what it sounds like. (Of course, all souls polish with time! Don't give up!) The Bean continues the ancient struggle for balance. The Bean seaks only to document that struggle. And that's what this damned stupid website is all about. |
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