What makes a good artist? That’s the question I found myself thinking while listening to this song moments ago. I suppose the question is less about how you make good art but rather how you go about putting yourself in the position to make good art. There are two ways to interpret a song, the right way and the Quentin way. The Quentin way, which could also be known as the opposite of right way, tells me that this song is mocking artists who put themselves in miserable situations in order to extract the right emotions to bring about art.
How completely devoid of creativity must a person have in order to force emotions on their self so they can create something artistic? I’m not against using emotions to inspire. I’m against bringing about desired emotions to help bring about desired art. Above all else shouldn’t art come from truth? Doesn’t fake emotion bring about fake art? I understand if you cut, let’s say your ear off, the pain is real, but because you know you were going to cut your ear off isn’t the pain different than it would have been had your ear accidentally been cut off?
“Cut it out. Your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine. The crowds are catching on to the self-inflicted song. Well here we go ahead, the art of acting weak. Fall in love to fail, to boost your CD sales. And that CD sells. Yeah, what a hit. You’ve got to repeat it. You gotta’ sink to swim.”
I’ve been afraid for a long time that I’m to fault for my misery. It’s sort of how many Jocks feel about Emo kids. That they’re just acting depressed and like life sucks to get attention. I know that’s true for me at times. Although it’s not that I’m pretending to be sad, it’s more that I’m exaggerating it so people notice easier. For a long time I was sad but no one noticed because how could they unless I made it known. I’d just be sitting in my room being sad, as opposed to walking the halls of my house saying, “woe is me, for no girl wants to go to prom with a pathetic loser like me.” Okay, first of all I didn’t want to go to prom, so I wasn’t ever sad about that. And secondly I said ‘halls of my house’ and my house has exactly one hall, and that’s it. It’s a pretty small house.
But my point is that I don’t think the sadness is fake when people bitch about their life sucking. I just think people want to talk about it, but the only way to get people to care about it is to make things seem worse than they really are. Of course it’s for attention. There’s no good reason for Goth people to wear black all the time. The world can still be devoid of all emotion in a tie-dye shirt. I never understood why emotions had to dictate appearance. Sure I’m sad, but it’s fucking hot outside so I’m going to wear shorts and a tank top. Plus I look damn good in a tank top. Emotions shouldn’t have to be validated by appearance.