I get out of these situations by watching serious as shit Youtube Poop.

Let me help you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpL_K5AMGvw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8rb_cv0uN0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nIq7q2lldc

Also, listen to some good Krautrock and No-Wave.

I used to be so into ytp a few years back, then I determined that I wasn't cool enough for it anymore.

I've got some Neu! and Teenage Jesus and the Jerks queued up for later, tho'! And a few episodes of Trailer Park Boys.

WIN-WIN SITUATION

I hit this before several times. and all i did was just put things away and do other things. eventually it comes back. it really does

I get to this sort of state of mind when I'm very depressed/unable to work on anything. I find myself reflecting that I pour my soul into projects only to realize mediocrity and banality with little effort or substance are by a societal standpoint more likely going to get attention, becoming disgusted by hearing every snarky full of shit blogger,net nerd,and fauxhemian consumer ramble about how art is dead and that anyone who considers themselves a writer,artist,musician,etc is just romanticizing an overglorified hobby until it becomes 'professional': processed so that they can only appreciate any form of 'expression' if it's tailor made to compensate for the empty,shallow,vapid,meaningless cycle of consciousness they call their lives.

The 'seen it all,heard it all,read it all,downloaded it all' generation, that prides itself that it can accumulate knowledge, but it has no way to utilize it. What gets to me is I live in a day and age where imagination is a commodity,and that because of what I do and believe I'm diminished to a bitter,jaded noncomformist,anti-establishment,snobby elitist and the only way I'll be taken seriously is when people are buying my shit off of iTunes.


I understand to reach those 'what's the point' moments when I succumb too deeply to that form of depression. I know the feeling of looking at my music equipment and just selling it off,and fading into obscurity, letting an uncaring,hypocritical era consume me like I'm faceless collateral. But then it dawns on me, that doing so will make me no different then the people who check their Facebook pages at work, thinking that because they swarm around a collection of friends at local shows they're 'artists' and 'scene makers'.

Compensating because they don't have it in them to compose a song,draw a picture or paint something, take a camera and find a subject worth photographing, write a poem,novel,or collection of essays. All they know is to consume and complain about what they're consuming.

And eventually, I'll be 40 years old,bitter,tired,worn out, carrying around debts,displacing angst and despair onto a new generation because my chance to be happy, to be someone is over. I'm a nobody occupying space. I'm just biding my time for retirement, that is..if there's anything left to retire to. My 'artsy,intellectual free spirit' archetype was just a phase before the crushing disappointment of middle age.



That's what's snaps me out of it. "Do you want to be like them?"