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Coming up on the fifth anniversary of our ongoing pandemic. I’m feeling extra down about it this year. There’s all the regular, complex feelings around people going “back to normal” but now with the added bonus of fash trying to decimate our already-weak public health. It all just feels so bleak.
Sometimes art needs to be angry.
I consider a lot of the art I’ve experienced (or made!) over the years and so much of it has trended towards the serene or the cerebral or the celebratory. Hell, my first solo album was literally called Garden Journey and was inpired by meditation & massage music.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying art that’s romantic or relaxing or comical or whimsical or joyful or merely decorative is bad or “lesser than”.
But I’m at a moment in my life—and a moment in the zeitgeist—when I’m longing for art that rattles. Art that shakes, confronts, confounds, and condemns. Art that is fearless, raw, offensive. Art that raises a fist and takes a stand.
I’m not saying we should all dye our hair purple, listen to death metal, or set cars on fire. Remember, capitalism has a way of absorbing even critques of its own system, leading you to “sell out” even as you decry being a sellout. It’s insidious in that way.
What I am saying is as people who believe in more than empty, self-absorbed materialism; who truly do care about a #spirituality which requires—nay, demands—a deep and relentless drive to fight for social justice and leaving the world in better shape than how you found it; it is incumbent upon us to seek out as well as create artifacts which move the needle in some concrete manner and wake audiences the fuck up. (aka STAY WOKE! 😅)
Are you with me on this? I’m just not finding myself drawn to the typical pablum. I am expecting more from the creators I look up to and admire—and I am trying to push myself this year in the same way.
Coming up on the fifth anniversary of our ongoing pandemic. I’m feeling extra down about it this year. There’s all the regular, complex feelings around people going “back to normal” but now with the added bonus of fash trying to decimate our already-weak public health. It all just feels so bleak.
I’m really going back to my hippie roots this year.
And it’s so funny to me because my parents pretty much went on the usual trajectory that many of their cohort did…starting out in the 🌼 “flower power” ☮️ 1960s California beach subculture and ending up—well let’s just say quite on the opposite side of things. (My dad at least…hard to say where my birth mom would be now as she died 20 years ago…)
Whereas I had a corporate jobby-job and owned my own home in my early 20s (the late aughts), and now I have downsized radically (glory be to #minimalism!) and am quite ready to tear down the whole fucking establishment and join a commune or something. 😂
I don’t know what my Young Evangelical Republican self would have thought of his older self these two decades later, but I can tell you one thing: I was actually pretty damn miserable back then on a regular basis, and now? The world may have gone to shit but way down deep in my bones…I have never felt happier. 😌
P.S. Eat the rich.
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