I seem to be having quite a hard time formulating a persona
for myself. That is the goal of this
blog, to make ourselves a little more personable, more intimate, Here in lies
the problem, I now possess the grand responsibility of theorizing myself, making
myself into a character for you to analyze, a responsibility that might be
beyond my reach. Alas, I will try to give what I can.
As you know, I am Keaton Butler. I am inherently painfully
goofy, so don’t be fooled by my outlandish façade of stoicism. Actually, I
would prefer that you would. Hence it’s presence.
I prefer the surreal. And I find my escape from the hollow
bones of the real through music. Sound Is the purest thing I can produce.
Through music, no feeling is lost in nets of semantic complications or
misinterpretations. So I make my feeble attempts at creating my mind in notes.
I’m hardly a prodigy at any of my instrumental inclinations, but I have been
bothered for too long about that, the question of whether I am, or can be
great, that is. The same goes for intelligence. I have had a conscious pain, a
nagging doubt in my mind regarding whether or not I am intelligent. But whose
standards am I subjecting myself to? Everyone see’s Intelligence differently,
and I can’t change my mind, only add to it. So I realize it hardly matters if I
am “smart” by anyone’s standards, so long as I have a thirst for knowledge, a
passion for exploring.
Besides Music, I claim to be a writer in progress. I will be
a slave to this beast until I achieve a satisfaction, which I won’t. I will
obey the hand of writing that falsely claims it holds a means of catharsis,
when no such mercy is truly received. I believe that is the bravery a writer
must behold. The ability to pour out your feelings, and feel rather worse about
them, because when they are solidly on paper you are forced to pick through your mind.
Anyway, my main vice is speaking consistently in metaphorical bs. I get lost in
the poeticism of the labyrinthine curves of a story and forget that I have to
actually give solid information along with it to keep the reader’s mind and my
own on similar paths.
If I had a superpower, it would be the ability to scale
anything. Like Assassin’s creed. I would be on top of the city, and the government
probably wouldn’t be interesting in conducting experiments on me.
I am fascinated with Spain. Andalucia, particularly. Also,
murder and morbidity. In the most harmless and benign way possible. Also
Russia; St. Petersburg, Tchaikovsky, Shostakovich, the romantic allure! I like Europe more. It’s all so red and pure.
I’d like to get an elusive tattoo. Probably whatever abby gets, a day later to
make her mad. Also I hula hoop with fire, and eat it…only when I am famished.
Here is a video of my beloved Claude, caught harmonizing humbly with my cello.
What makes me the happiest is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L--cqAI3IUI
As for a website, I would rather you listen to this.
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