The Year Zoo Thousand

•2009 December 13 • Leave a Comment

My blog title, Year ZOOthousand, comes mostly from my obsession with U2. It also comes from wanting a sort of “brand name” to attach to my projects, and trying to branch out from the tag “drexmo” that my family had adopted.

When my brother Chris was in high school, someone shortened his (our) last name to “Drexmo.” This quickly became a family moniker, especially online. I loved using it, but in recent years I felt as though I was taking something that belonged to the whole family and trying to make it exclusively mine. So I wanted a new, distinct, personal brand, and I wanted it to be diverse enough for all my projects. In my dream world, I make music, movies, books, plays, thousands of things. I wanted a name that linked all such productions.

I was thinking about U2’s theme of the word “zoo.” It started with their 1991 album Achtung Baby, which led with the song “Zoo Station.” It was inspired in part by a story that the animals broke out of the Berlin zoo when it was bombed during World War II. There is a subway station that stops there called Zoo Station. Bono intended to invoke a feeling of the wild breaking loose into the world. It’s also said to stand for the reunification of Europe after the Berlin Wall was destroyed, the zoo being a menagerie of cultures and peoples, and the station being the crossroad Europe, as a union and as a collection of diverse individuals, stood at when making the end of an era into the chance to start again.

The tour that accompanied Achtung Baby was called Zoo TV, but with a mostly different meaning. Here they intended to capture the sensory overload of the modern world, especially as technology flourished worldwide. The theme of the tour was characterized by bombardment with images and slogans that spanned the history of pop culture, changing in random order at shutter-speed, simultaneously (though not synchronized) on over thirty television screens at the live venue. This is also when the band developed what has become their signature style of theatrics. One of the album’s over-arching themes was an ironic, perhaps cynical perspective of life in the modern world, so they mocked the premise of indulgent superstar entertainers with that same irony by creating lavish stage designs, dressing in opulent clothes of a hard-edged, avant-garde fashion to a practically clownish degree. Bono developed a handful of stage personas, most recognizably The Fly, a Hollywood, bigger-than-life rock star archetype with the debut of Bono’s trademark, goggle-like sunglasses.

They wrote and recorded the follow-up album Zooropa during Zoo TV, calling later legs of the tour Zooropa and Zoomerang. Zooropa kept the previous album’s musical themes of electronic sounds, blending them with what were popular European musical styles at the time. “Zooropa” is a porte-manteau of “Zoo” and “Europa,” signifying more directly the new age of Europe. The album, especially its title track, added a couple of new themes: Technology, specifically the ways that it unites us and separates us, and Europe’s attempt to fill their lack of direction with uncertainty itself as the substitute.  The cover features a cartoonish baby in a space helmet, surrounded by the stars of the European Union flag. Backing these pictures are chopped and discolored pictures overlaid with interference static, much like the images from Zoo TV. Mixed into the interference patterns are the names of three songs that didn’t make the album but appeared on later releases.

What I developed was Z000 (a porte-manteau of ZOO and 2000), a year in the near future when the world persists at developing technology to aid us while it continues to hinder us. A world of metropolis. An era when the privileged citizen thirsts unendingly for further overstimulation. A time and place that in many ways has already arrived in the so-called “first world” countries.

One thing I particularly like about Zoo Thousand is that it’s a number, which gives the phrase diverse application. I could produce music as Zoo Thousand Records, film as Zoo Thousand Pictures, etc.

Power

•2009 December 7 • Leave a Comment

Often I become aware that I have more control over my environment, or over my own body, than I usually think. Sometimes this is because I realize I’m dreaming, but sometimes I’m still only aware of the reality of my dream and yet I become conscious of new powers. The most frequent is levitation. I’ve become quite adept at walking above the ground, whether I hover mere inches over the floor or I float across town over buildings. It’s not flying in a torpedo pose like Superman, or by flapping my arms, but it’s more as though I continue walking or running and gradually rise off the surface.

Last night, I had far more power than that. I could ignite flames with a flick of my fingers. With a stroke of my arms, I made an entire building and the people in it disappear in the blink of an eye. I moved masses of people from place to place with a mere thought, froze them in time, categorized them intuitively and cast judgment according to my will whether each shall continue living tranquilly or suffer nightmarish feelings and visions.

One of my longest dreams last night entailed living in a kind of dream world. It was just like the real world, but I would see strange apparitions floating in space, mostly in shapes like spiked orbs, many of them purple. These seemed to be outlets of power, where I could manipulate the scenario however I pleased. Or perhaps the apparition served as a switch designed to activate a specific event.

In the end of it, I held some conversation with a man I knew was my brother, yet he was none of my real brothers. I wanted something from him, something gravely important to me but not in any ordinary man’s power to demand. Perhaps I only wanted his help to find it. When he denied my request, I furiously threatened hellish chaos. “I’ll turn this whole world upside down to a realm of nightmares!” But he only continued to walk away. With a grand gesture, I fulfilled my promise. All was darkness, fear, and fire.

Quite soon afterward, it was over. Not that I shifted into a new dream, but that I returned to the beginning of that one as though none of it had happened. Only this time, things were different. The apparitions were not there, and yet I remembered every one of them, and imagined them where they were. This time, they were not for my control, but they were fearsome things, threatening my safety and my sanity. I was now in my own nightmare, in which I was powerless and constantly threatened. Perhaps I created a world of living hell so powerful that I was swallowed up in it. That theory occurs to me now; it did not occur to me then. Either way, the dream soon ended and I began a new adventure rife with heroic fantasy and wildly dynamic twists of the plot, on which I was often a hapless wayfarer like Huckleberry Finn.

Is There Anybody Out There?

•2009 December 1 • Leave a Comment

She’s smart, and nice, and genuine, and there are so few people like her at our age, maybe at any age, that I just don’t want to lose her. Not yet, at least. Why aren’t there more good people? There aren’t enough fish in the sea, just a lot of crap in fish costumes. I dreamed of her last night, that we were dating. I would say that usually means bad things, but I can’t draw conclusions from experience if I always get turned down.

Where do I find mature people my age? When do my peers grow up? When do they get over their pretense, their self-importance, their obsessions for beer and sex?

When do I meet the right girl?

All I can think is, “I hope she’s being straight with me.” Even if she is, if this falls through again I’ll have to go looking for more options. Again. And I’m tired. I’ve been looking for so long.

Handle With Care

•2009 October 8 • 2 Comments

Been beat up and battered around
Been sent up and I’ve been shot down
You’re the best thing that I’ve ever found
Handle me with care

Reputation’s changeable
Situation’s tolerable
But baby, you’re adorable
Handle me with care

I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won’t you show me that you really care

Everybody’s got somebody
To lean on
Put your body next to mine
And dream on

I’ve been forked off and I’ve been fooled
I’ve been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care

I’m so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won’t you show me that you really care

Everybody got somebody
To lean on
Put your body next to mine
And dream on

I’ve been uptight and made a mess
But I’ll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

NyQuil

•2009 September 9 • Leave a Comment

I was thinking recently that I’d like to hibernate this winter, as I think every year. In trying to justify this to someone, I thought about what I would miss. Strangely, one of the first things I thought of was NyQuil.

It’s not that I abuse NyQuil. When I get a cold, it’s the only thing that I can take that lets me sleep through the night. I just happen to kind of like the drowsy feeling it gives you for half of the next day. It’s like sleeping in on a weekend and shuffling about your day without a care, practically still asleep. And I like that feeling, probably because I just like sleeping and feeling sleepy.