Classic Myspace Bulletins 1

WHAT'S A REALITY COMPOUND?
It’s like that Orange juice concentrate you buy from the supermarket. They take the orange juice and compound it by removing a majority of the water content. And you buy it from the store and add water and drink it. But it doesn’t really taste exactly like real orange juice.

And in this way, our Compound is not really like real Reality. But it’s pretty much almost the same. You just get a little bit of a processed after taste.


THE LEGEND OF THE REALITY COMPOUND

Once upon a time there was a group of boys who went to university and art school and such. They liked music, and books, and art and film and big glossy magazines from overseas full of tremendous ideas on how to be hip.

None of them had really written any music, been published, had an exhibition, made a film or been in amagazine – well, nothing of note. They would drink coffee and smoke and exchange witty banter, casting aspersions as too which one of them might be the hippest, and were most abrest of developments in modern thinking.

One day one said to the other:

“Your deconstructive critique of Gramsci’s theory of hegemony is crude and fundamentally flawed.”

And the other said:

“Do you like ice cream?”

And he said:

“Why yes I love ice cream.”

And the second said:

“Because I like Ice cram, too! Let’s be best friends!”

And from that day onwards they grabbed keyboards and synthesizers and guitars and drum machines. They sung into the mic and they simulated sex with the ground. They sung of the music they heard in a time when there only questions that mattered were “Are we there yet?” and “Can we have an Ice cream now?”
And they called themselves “Style Over Substance” but they were known as the Reality Compound because it was a story of love and life amongst the tall buildings, the online communities . . . the dirty venues, the distorted synthlines, the boys with make-up . . .and your pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty hair . . .