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11/11/2015 7:02:38 AM
Require it? I don't know if I would put it quite that way.
It may well be however, that by the time you get to where you can make great art,
part of the reason why you can, is because you've been through the shit like nobody'd ever wanna even know about, and you now have a choice,
I can kill people, or I can create. Fuck it, I'll create.
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11/11/2015 10:00:45 AM
By the way, Fly, it seems you have some interesting posts, I shall have to look through some of this.
As a more serious answer to this question.
Does Great Art Require Suffering?
Well now that it is later in the day, and I am perhaps less ebullient
than I am first thing in the morning after coffee, I'll attempt to answer this.
Yes.
Is the answer. Totally yes. Absolutely yes. Are you kidding? Yes.
First, you have to consider Artists. The real ones, do so, because
they were made entirely too sensitive to live a normal life.
So they had to be Artists. And what IS Art?
I'll contend that REAL Art is a product of pain so great,
just saying 'ow' no longer works, you need to funnel it into some form
of art, so as to 'speak the unspeakable'.
John Lennon once said, I know you did, I remember John,
John Lennon once said, "Genius Is Pain".
I reverse engineer that one. Pain Causes Genius.
Because literally, it's do something with the pain, or let it consume you,
or go take it out on somebody else, a thing non artists do all the time,
but a thing artists should know better than to do.
Tinkering by the Financially Secure can be novel, to others also financially
secure I suppose.
Anyway, I've known for a while, by now if I wanna write a song,
I can write a song, I can pull one out of my ass even if I ain't in the mood.
I can even make it sound good, like there it all is. I have the craftsmanship.
However, if I wanna make a good song, or moreover a great song,
it's pretty much about one thing. Open a vein and bleed out the bastard,
so to speak.
Which means, as a Disclaimer, do not take that one literally.
Because here I am telling you not to do that, okay?
But figuratively, you get the idea.
Anyway, for me, it's my life.
It's literally the only thing I am any good at.
Though a set of circumstances leading one into the other,
I subsist humbly, pretty much starving half the month,
(and this is the starving half I'm in now thanks for asking)
and it's watch a movie out of the library, or make a record.
Sometimes, yes yes I'm going on a bit, I don't see a ton of people
clamoring to get a word in edgewise, so allow me to finish my thought...
Sometimes, I have no idea at all, but I have, an internal feeling like,
"there's a record in here somewhere, and if I begin to fadoodle around
in the studio, I may find it." ... and quite often I do.
It's evolved into a process for me.
On my veins, I have installed faucets.
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11/12/2015 5:55:04 AM
Yes, I know I said that.
It's pretty much applicable to all but atheists.
Like if you hit your thumb with a hammer, "Oh God! That hurts"
The concept by which we measure pain.
Though the atheist will say "Oh Oblivion! That hurts"
And far be it from me to piss on the atheists,
oblivion is as good a thing to believe in as anything.
I actually regretted saying that after a while... or at least after I died.
You know, I spent an awful lot of time actually bloody Earthbound,
most of you don't even know that at all. Only got my 'wings' about
nearly three years ago now, just like Kitty said.
Anyway, a statement I regretted even more,
was "Imagine there's no Heaven" once I had died...
because suddenly, it wasn't such a goddamned good idea.
I've said other quotes, newer, better quotes, and I will now
refuse to tell you any of them.
Okay one then. Life is wasted on the living.
And it is, too.
Now about our new record...
Sounds like Buddy Holly to me...
Lesley's actually a bit talented, I have to begrudgingly give that up to him/her.
Sincerely from my own free will with no hesitation,
~John Lennon
PS... Pete Shotton came, and saw that it's me,
so frankly, if any of you don't believe it's me, well I know it is,
but I'm not sure it's really you. That remains to be seen yet.
Oh yes. Our Record.
Our new one.
"Mumblin'" by BEATLESEX
http://www.indiemusicpeople.com/songs.aspx?SongID=96197&ArtistID=36309
Lesley sings this one you know. Me and George only play our instruments.
Mumblin'
Baby are you talkin' to me?
Well I can't hear a thing
'Cause you keep mumblin'
Till I don't know what to do
Should I move along?
Pack my bags full of songs
And just go tumblin'
Did I ever mean a thing to you?
Couldn't find a woman to keep me warm
Woulda, shoulda, coulda, but I got none
Dreamed my life away
It doesn't even buy a field day
Walkin' as I can on the railroad track
Get a good look, I might not be back
Thank you to the boys and girls
Who shared my walk through this world
I wonder if we even met
Or will we still be meetin' yet?
My fingers fumblin'
'Cause they don't know what to do
You could say that I'm a slob
I could argue it's my job
Grand Poobah, bumblin'
That's my saving grace 'cause it's true
Never bet a better bottom line
Bounced down the road on my behind
Slippin' by the sliding by
People with a glass neck-tie
Sunning bare-breasted on the Highline
Rama, lama, damage, I lost my mind
Got every word I might need
Open up a faucet and bleed
~Guitar
And I woulda done yo' mama if I'd had time
Heaven knows your father left her to die
But I heard the wayward wind
Tellin' me to run again
Everybody's beat, it's the end of days
Everybody knows there ain't shit to say
Some of us can even forget
And act like we all just met
Run to the window
You'll see me as I go
My engine's rumblin'
As I fly off to Kalamazoo
Are you still talkin' to me?
I can't hear a fuckin' thing
You keep on mumblin'
And I know you never will know what to do
You keep on mumblin'
And I know you never will know what to do
Yeah I know you never will know what to do
Copyright 2015 ~ BEATLESEX
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