Well for this post I wrote a novel then scrapped it.  In trying to be articulate and employ superior sentence structure I ended up sounding like a piece of taxidermy…  You know, stiff, poised for takeoff, but most definitely never going anywhere.  And I mean if the first indication of shit hits you at square one, this necessitates a bit of reorganization. Plus, being stiff is for Bob with his plastic-y Enzyte ads, at Eclectrix we run, hit a wall of sorts, evolve, then run s’more.  Yeah, tasty, we know.

Let me explain a little what we mean by this:

The term ECLECTRIX comes from two words; and as I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, the lucky winners are eclectic, and electric.  Similar semantically yes, but at the same time entirely different–>

ECLECTIC by definition means drawing (inspiration in this case) from a variety of different sources.  Basically anything we see, we like, we use.  The best part about being eclectic is that motivation to create something can come from anywhere, and that usage of what you find yourself falling in love with encourages collaboration.  Whether that influence is a thought, an act, a piece of art or trash (and those are definitely interchangeable), an instance of civil disobedience, whatever- you take the aspect of that vision you’re stoked on and you create something with it.  From this develops monstrous pastiches of invention, beautiful combinations of style that explode into collages of human expression.   Keep in mind we’re using monstrous here not due to the fact that new constructions terrify (although they could), but because the recombination of creativities can generate cultural waves on a colossal level.

Now ELECTRIC is the part that brings everything together.  Electric, if you wrestle open any current version of a dictionary, generally relates to things that are powered by and/or use electrical currents.  Yes, this part loosely applies to our passions, but instead we focus on the best derivative of electric: electrifying.  The word electrifying implies excitement, thrill, and experiences that are literally shocking.  It is the beauty of simplicity, the lapse in breath when someone witnesses something truly amazing, extending all the way down to the base level molecular similarities that show us were all made of the same stuff.  It is CONNECTIVITY.  When it all comes down to it, the Big Bang started as a point of light, one miniscule pinprick that combusted, fought, and blasphemed its way to the present.  The profundity in this example is that not only does electricity have the potential to produce light, but also that ideas and inspiration have similar origin- blips of thought and individuality that blossom into something new and REAL.

So without further adieu, as the rest of this nonsense will make itself apparent in time, let’s get into the surf and start swimming because water wings are for pussies.  Remember, you’re either on the shore, or you JUMP IN.

THIS ONE’S a DOOZY, but  with ME.

Okay first things first.  When I decided to start this blog, or stream of consciousness, or cheap digital excuse to complain/pretend I’m important blah blah blah I sat there wondering: Yes, I have an image, or goal, or eventual end that this type of thing will (ideally) help me obtain…Cool.  But what am I actually doing here?  Why should I hope or expect that you’ll all like ME?…or what I’m saying… wearing,

listening to,

taking pictures of,

dying of laughter over,

or my personal favorite- who in their right mind would enjoy hearing about my crying? Crying, yes.  But not because I feel sad, or resentful, or angry- Crying, after briefly tasting the beautiful simplicity that most of us, inherently stupid, manage to overlook basically every waking moment we experience.  In realization of the fact that purely being alive is exactly what it is that makes me so eccentrically pumped all the time, I began to feel something pretty profound.  This wasn’t a feeling, or an emotion exactly, but instead a kind of benevolent drive that told me to start spreading this excited-ness as far as I possibly could.  Better yet, it came straight from my core.

Sitting there, wanting to blast off all by my big boy self, I got really excited.  With my mind racing continuously, I hatched a plan that was sure to elevate me straight to the top of the pyramid.  The problem was my plan involved nothing that resembled a game plan, so while I was sitting there starry eyed, essentially playing with myself, I felt a pang of fear and self-doubt.  I then realized that for some reason, I was waiting for my very own decidedly divine experience, some guiding hand to make itself apparent and with a flourish direct me, saying “THIS WAY TO A PILE OF MONEY.”

Obviously this did not, and will not happen without a little ‘practice’ first.  I was initially bummed about having to do this the ‘hard’ way, however knowing is a step in the right direction.  After the cathartic realization that I’ll have to forge my own silver platter, I cut the thrusters a bit.  Time to slow down, metaphorically smoke a bowl… and really tap in to the drive that got me to the launch pad in the first place.

I began considering the idea behind my feeling of literal propulsion.  Whatever this energy is, squandering it on menial bullshit was and is a waste of time.  Almost worse than wasting the opportunity to dive into life, so to speak, would be to jump so far ahead of myself that I collapsed a foundation built on legs that were far too spindly. In order to build this bitch, and do it right, I’d need to establish my image- something definitive and tangible, and I’d need funding (eventually).

And so ECLECTRIX blipped into existence, small and inextricably entwined with my being, it has started to define itself as it defines me.  As the spiral continues upward, only positivity can come from dedication, and as strained and/or fake as this may seem, proof of legitimacy only shows over time.

Dont worry, it’s confusing to me too at times, but something of this nature begins like in a cinematic changeover, where life keeps going and no one in the audience has any idea…yet.