One more.

Looking back on the previous posts I made: the original track-list for the S/T compared to what they finally did release as songs, the war-theme that was softened in the same process, the tracks that were never released (and which the band asked not to pass on between fans), ... It appears that there is very little Greek mythology inspiration in all this. When you think about it: we have no sign of ‘life’ from Argus before the release of the S/T with its ‘command’ in the artwork booklet. So even if the songs at the time were already published by ‘Apocraphex Music’, we were wondering: when did ‘Argus’ come into all this?

Would be nice if we could ask the really 'ancient' fans about this, the ones who were around before and during their first album release. A defaut, well, it would be nice to hear everyone else's ideas about the origins of 30STM's Argus and his significance to the band's lore too.


Note:
Jared Leto on ASCAP - The American Society of Composers, Artists and Publishers; Apocraphex Music

A few days ago, Soupernurse started a thread on the boards called: 'THE ARGUS APOCRAPHEX HAS BEEN FOUND!, Those Tricksters!' Well, it was a hit, as you can think. She kept everyone on the edge of their seats for 24 hours/27 pages before she spilled the beans. You can find her post here: the Argus Apocraphex is self-knowledge, or rather self-enlightenment. The glyphics, the hidden meanings in the lyrics, the messages in the art work... are what incites us to take on a journey to find the AA. It is a gift as Campbell talks about in the last stage of the "Hero's Journey", the "boon" the hero is supposed to take back with him to the real world and share with others. In 'FY', the AA is represented by the scrolls the band-members receive in the court-hall:





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In the end, she admits that it is still her personal interpretation but from the reactions of some of the old questers of the 'AA thread' you can conclude that a lot of people agree with her since this is what they've instinctively known all along.


Some interesting reactions from posters in that thread:

RedRaven: 524; 615;
bluehorizon: 616;
Aitana: 621 (Jung's process of individuation)
ChristineZ: 628 (Campbell); 630 (personal interpretation 'FY');

Subsequently, the thread developed into another 'FY thread', or 'AA thread', or a bit of everything together (*lol*).

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Further reactions:
- Rothalion 837 (gift/treasure) -> reaction Pandorya: 846 ("back to the future")

I'm reading up on the AA thread on the mb and found this contribution by Aitana: deserves a GQ post all on its own (*g*).

cocun found it and she let me post it here.

Who do you think wrote it, huh? I think it was Jared himself... And what do you think about it?


There is also a link to an interview with Shannon. Just scroll to the end of the page.



Where is the Argus Apocraphex?

This biography taunts you with its nakedness and you grind your teeth together as it pleads with you to fill in the blanks. And what it feels like is not unlike before the moment a small child contorts his face and is about to scream for the candy at the register. And what it sounds like is the whizzing of air right before the strap hits your hand.

Why are you here? Are you listening? Can you hear what I am saying?


The tension rises in and behind your occipital lobes and the blood rushes to paint your cheeks. Red is the color, the headache is in the mail and the aspirin sits, loaded in your hand like a gun at your hip.

I can't stand this.

Look at the red, red changes in the sky. You want to look away but you just can't bring yourself to do it can you punk?

Why?

Because when it comes down to it, this gimme gimme society of ours is missing something magical isn't it? Something so sexy and captivating that it doesn't have to sport a Prada handbag to prove anything to anyone. It's called mystery.

What's with the fascination with the echelon?

This is a gift. This is the part of the bio where you get angry, claw at your screen and take matters into your own hands and this is the part where you shift uncomfortably in your Staples brand office chair because wouldn't you know it, where it is worn out, is the exact spot where the padding doesn't meet your spine.

Only $49.99 what a steal.

This is where you write the damn thing yourself. Where you open your handy dandy program and voraciously begin to change the entire she-bang, the whole enchilada. Bob Ezrin doesn't have creative control, you do.

Hold the onions.

This feeling is not unlike a canis lupus tearing the meat clear off the bones of its prey. And it's not unlike pouring the entire bottle of bleach in the load to get at the stains. It must fall apart before it can be fixed. You smash the letters into the keypad. You are livid and you smell of a sickly sweet combination of testosterone and sweat. This is a monstrosity; you pull at your hair.

What's that word? Trick...trich-oh-till-o-mania something.

Your underwear are in a bunch, you missed the exit and there is no turning back now, so you delete this line.

And this one.
And this one.
And so on.
And so on.

The punctuation was all wrong anyway.

And so on.
Ad libitum.

You hear the voices in your head

G'head, knock yourself out kid. Write the fucking biography.

Later you can print it, frame it and treasure it.

Yes!

More voices?

You wonder to yourself how long you have been hearing those voices but you let it go because the no vacancy sign is lit and because this, this will be an eternal keepsake of the special moment in time when you chose to swim against conformity. And this will be that moment when you chose to use something that very few people still know how to access.

It's called imagination kids. Ain't it grand?

Maybe our hero is a banana-skin-smoking park ranger, working at a naughty nudist colony in Uganda who periodically ships knock-off bottles of crystal for extra bling to MTV sets in the good old US of A for all the pretty, pretty, disillusioned people because "nice work if you can get it." A ranger parading around in only a hat, who over the years has developed an unnatural fascination with bubble wrap and those little static electricity-charged Styrofoam S's. Or maybe, just maybe, he used to model bikinis for some obscure, fetish driven, hairy-backed porn website and the real shocker is that you were in a couple of those glossies.

Say cheese.

You can go on kidding yourself but the truth of the matter is, Mom's going to recognize you on the pop-up whilst surfing for online bargains any day now.

Oh the shame of it!

You breathe through your eyelids.

Get a grip on yourself man.

You align your yin with your yang and let your imagination soar--because when it comes down to it, the sky's the limit baby. The sky's the limit.

Juicy fruit is gonna move you. Chews so soft it gets right through you?

You take a good look around and smile to yourself with the sudden realization that all of this has the potential to be as freeing as Disney intended Willy to be. If only you'd allow yourself the luxury of savoring a moment, you could have a whale of a time.

Take a sniff. Pull it out. The taste is going to move you when you pop it in your mouth.

You don't want to run. You don't want to run.

The taste, the taste, the taste is gonna move you.

Dot. Dot. Dot.

It begins now. Write it.

You can finish the dishes after you finish up here. That's the good news and the sauce they serve with it is called no one will hold any of this against you.

This is insanity.

Maybe so, but I'm not writing it, you are.




30 Seconds to Mars Gallery
Catching up with 30 Seconds to Mars
Shannon Leto Interview


Do you still get nervous before a show?
Shannon: No. I get more... excited than anything. I get excited, amped!

You know something? You've really changed your playing style.
Shannon: [Sits straight up] really?

Yeah, you seem to be a lot more confident and definitely more animated. It was really fitting last night when Jared introduced you as 'animal.'
Shannon: [Doesn't quite know what to say] Right.

Do you notice your style changing?
Shannon: Umm, I just do what I do and it's a natural progression. I guess over time, I start getting a little more comfortable with the live aspect of it all. So yeah, there's probably...definitely some changes taking place.

Yeah you seem to be 'into it' a lot more. I caught you singing along.
Shannon: oh yeah? Ha ha ha! [Fidgets nervously with his truckers' cap and blushes] I got caught! [Laughs]

So you're finally learning the lyrics huh?
Shannon: [More embarrassed laughter] Finally!

Wow.
Shannon: I don't even know the lyrics on the album. Isn't that funny?

This is just TOO GOOD and I can't wait to show you:

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*LOL*

The Argus Apocraphex is just a camera?