#caveman thoughts

[wannawrite999]

[chesicaek]

ug. look. *points at cave painting.* this will be deer graphics in 2013.

[grunk-reacts]

The horrors not beyond Grunk comprehension

[higadoyrinon]

FangGuu

[scribbliff]

Not Feeling the War Drums

I can estimate with absolute confidence that, in the neolithic era there was that one caveman that would lean close to his cave brother and say: “I don’t know, Dreg, I’m just not feeling the war drums. They’re just not doing it for me.”

And that selfsame tribalism exists these days when it comes to musical opinion. I admit that even I, a self-proclaimed musical vizier and devoted enjoyer of a myriad of different genres, had a stage in my life where I limited my musical interests to an incredibly narrow slice of the musical pie. Like any pre-adolescent metalhead, if it didn’t make you angry or make your ears hurt, it didn’t have any worth. It was obviously a hypocritical stance, something I can see with a clarity afforded by over a decade of hindsight - the notion that just because a specific track or genre doesn’t make you feel anything, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t spark that same soulful reaction in other people.

And the truth is, the musical openness time and speculation alike have granted me has become something of an incredible gift, one I’m certain many others are blessed to indulge in as well - I know a few because, well, I have a lot of friends with which I trade music, and though sometimes there are the occasional duds, they all get an even shot. I can no longer number the amount of times I’ve listened to a song in its entirety because a friend recommended it to me, even if it was speedcore (Sorry Chris) or chiptune (Sorry again, Chris), both genres I usually struggle with terribly. But again, certain songs have managed to break through that initial revulsion, so do I truly struggle with them, in fact?

The nearest point of comparison is, of course, with food. You could show Dreg the caveman a lovely red pepper couscous, but he’d know two bites in if compared in any way, shape or form to the massive brontosaurus rib he had perched comically on the edge of his crude and comically insufficient stone bowl. But when it comes to music, even when I sit in the ragged moccasins of Dreg the caveman, I still finish the entire plate of couscous, the entirety of the song offered, because well... You're not really giving it an honest try otherwise, are you?

Altogether, and now that the impetus of my thought process has diminished, I’ve realised something quite tragic: there wasn’t really a point to all this, no hypothesis I was trying to prove, no hopeful call to action to crest off this contemplative word salad. Maybe I was trying to explain my reverence for a song shared by a friend, and the honest try each and every potential gift deserves?

Or, perhaps that we should approach every new piece of music as though it were a massive brontosaurus rib, even if it looks more like red pepper couscous would to the caveman inside.

As an added note, I quite like red pepper couscous. I hope that doesn't damage the foundation of the analogy.

Whatever. I’ll try again next week.

[stansthemanwiththeplan]

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[beet1031]

listen man, if this were caveman times everyone would love my audhd, I literally have so many traits that would go so hard in a Paleolithic tribe:

Practically nocturnal sleep schedule- when left unattended my sleep schedule reverts to going to sleep at 5am and waking up at 3pm. I would’ve been that g that stays up all night and guards the camp

For some reason whenever my family goes apple picking or w/e monkey brain activates and I get the urge to literally climb the trees and get every single fruit possible, y’all just know I’d be an amazing gatherer

my special interest in linguistics means I’d probably just spend all day coming up with new words for shit, which back then would’ve been useful since they still needed new words

anyway all this is to say if I had a Time Machine I’d go back to caveman times and put my top notch skills to good use

[wayfinder-wolf]

More Kyrii adventures, from my massively modded Minecraft world.

Dude got jumped by a nearly invisible monster in his own cave. The Born in Chaos mod is no joke, folks.

Kyrii loves going to his nearby village every morning, and attempting to seduce his love interest. It never works. Maybe someday, he'll learn manners, though I doubt that.

[ketchuplaser]

Me: I need something to drive this nail.

My monkey brain: Hammah.

[crag-the-caveman]

I hate mondays!!!! grasgakhassghkasdgbsd smash with club!!!

[cl0setedcannib4l]

[atlaseatworld]

"tea is just leaf water" "coffee is just bean water" what if I hit you over the head with a very large stone

[sheshkastudios]

fire: *doing its flamey dance and burning things*

The caveman in me: ooooo wowwww wow look at her go 😯 omgg ooooo wow wow

[orpheusterminals]

Cavemanrobot and Stan Sakai by Iason Ragnar Bellerophon Via Flickr: Caveman Robot at Comic Con 2005!

[killer-beans]

grunk fucdk in the woods

[came-saw-got-lost]