Creator of music, PICTURES and writing.
Based in Tokyo and Vancouver. (日本語ページはこちら)
LAST UPDATE: NOV 8, 2019
Welcome stranger, to my home in the Cyberverse. This is where I display my favorites from among the many pieces of music, visual art and writing that I produce every day.
But at some point I tire of them, and new favorites emerge. This is when I toss the old work aside callously, and replace it with my new stuff. It is the way of the world for art unfortunate enough to be created by Ruthless Rufus. Transience is an important part of my aesthetic philosophy.
Regarding my main activity, music, some people say that I am attempting the impossible. Now, really, I ask you. Should one use the term impossible, when all I am trying to do is:
1. Discover a young Japanese singer, and force that person to sing English electro pop songs that I have composed and arranged, thereby winning a Grammy, something no Japanese singer has achieved before?
2. Compose and arrange Japanese electro pop songs, record them myself and make a name for myself as one of the very few foreigners singing original songs to succeed in the notoriously tough Japanese pop music market?
It’s going to be a rough ride, but my worst enemies will tell you that I laugh in the face of rough rides. You’re most welcome to come along.
When there is a point of contact, opening a dialog is an opportunity to transform into a point of exchange. Many points of contact wither away without anyone noticing their existence.
Hare-aclitus watching the bubbles of change drift by.
Is it mere coincidence that giraffe and giantess both contain the letter E? I think not.
Nude descending a staircase falls and rubs her bruised shin.
The monk trudged toward Mount Fuji, unaware of the four trees watching him.
A polar bear on a quest for chromaticity.
It was becoming obvious that she would not stay boxed up for very much longer, so I left, never to return.
EDM, chill out, techno, and other electronica from my alter-ego DJ Beat Red.
Seat in a dark theatre
After watching the play Kuroko by Shigematsu Tetsuro, presented by the Vancouver Asian Canadian Theatre at The Heritage Theatre on November 7, 2019.
This is neither a review of the play nor a critique of the performance, both of which I enjoyed. I am merely recording my thinking in response to the experience of being in that theatre watching that play. Yes, I’m afraid it’s all about me again.
People in the lighted region. We are tracking their every move from the darkness.
Yet most of the time, they seem not to trigger any particular response from the optical and auditory neurological circuitry of the audience. Just the continuous monitoring and the immersive catatonia of the machinery behind those sensors.
We are all ticket-bearing sponges observing a dramatic encounter between a sperm whale and a giant squid. What does each of us make of the interactions before our eyes?
The stage hands moving props around. The actors, in full view, swiftly transforming their appearance through the trickery of costumes and makeup.
You too can suspend your cynicism, and sit back, entertained. Some actors might be glad, considering themselves entertainers, and grateful for the validation. Not so some other actors, convinced of their existence as thespians and artists.
And is there a thing called art without any element of entertainment for you, gentle reader?
RUFUS LIN, Nov 2019
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