Thanks for this one, it is well timed. You are a wellspring of inspiration with a chiding, professorial flair that I very much appreciate.
I’ve no doubt that the comment section of Georgia O’Keeffe’s Instagram would be filled with the drivel of the masses such as
“The talent is there, but too many fucking flowers.”
“Unlike the previous asshole, I think your flowers are fantastic. Do you have any rose paintings for sale? My mom’s birthday is coming up.”
Mozart, although paid, was supposedly accused of using too many notes & we can imagine his response thanks to the memorable laughter of Tom Hulce. The fact that I gleaned all my information about Mozart from an 80s movie is entirely beside the point.
We are championing our daughter’s desire to attend art school, because it is one of the primary things that lights her up. She is good at it & wants to learn more. In our current climate where every critic who’s reached their artistic pinnacle of completing a paint by number kit, is happy to tell us how much we suck, we must nurture & stubbornly protect those things that light us up. Whether or not they have monetary value.
I am grateful every day for art, literature, & music. It is not an overstatement to say that music has been saving my life for as long as I can remember. It has always been a reprieve.
Thankfully I have survived my 80s Christian Rock era (Sadly, there were not many genre choices in our household, & Christian Metal was my loudest defiance as a teenager. Let’s hear it for Stryper & Whitecross!), as well as The Satanic Panic, & am still here despite all efforts to the contrary. Against my own better judgment I am compiling a playlist, because even though I no longer am drowning in a sea of overchurched delusion, the music was my lifeline back then & deserves another listen as part of the soundtrack of my life. If nothing else it serves as a reminder of what was, before I had a choice. And it’s a humorous distraction from our Congressional WWE & The White House reality show, where we watch as the president deteriorates in real time, while his sycophantic lackeys screech like howler monkeys trying to outdo each other.
Speaking of howler monkeys…
“There’s a time to be paid. And there’s a time to howl,” is a brilliant line. So naturally my mental jukebox started playing “To Everything Turn Turn Turn” with your words as the impetus:
A time to be paid, a time to howl
And then ruined it with the next line:
A time to get laid & afterwards scowl.
I mean. WTH?! Of course I had to put a stop to that train of ludicrousness right away. Ridiculous! I’m starting to think my brain is the poster child for autoimmune disorders, & could possibly stand as a testament to the dangers of aspartame poisoning.
Don, your literary contribution is, indeed, art... An art, that I am paying attention to! Always enjoy you!
Thanks for this one, it is well timed. You are a wellspring of inspiration with a chiding, professorial flair that I very much appreciate.
I’ve no doubt that the comment section of Georgia O’Keeffe’s Instagram would be filled with the drivel of the masses such as
“The talent is there, but too many fucking flowers.”
“Unlike the previous asshole, I think your flowers are fantastic. Do you have any rose paintings for sale? My mom’s birthday is coming up.”
Mozart, although paid, was supposedly accused of using too many notes & we can imagine his response thanks to the memorable laughter of Tom Hulce. The fact that I gleaned all my information about Mozart from an 80s movie is entirely beside the point.
We are championing our daughter’s desire to attend art school, because it is one of the primary things that lights her up. She is good at it & wants to learn more. In our current climate where every critic who’s reached their artistic pinnacle of completing a paint by number kit, is happy to tell us how much we suck, we must nurture & stubbornly protect those things that light us up. Whether or not they have monetary value.
I am grateful every day for art, literature, & music. It is not an overstatement to say that music has been saving my life for as long as I can remember. It has always been a reprieve.
Thankfully I have survived my 80s Christian Rock era (Sadly, there were not many genre choices in our household, & Christian Metal was my loudest defiance as a teenager. Let’s hear it for Stryper & Whitecross!), as well as The Satanic Panic, & am still here despite all efforts to the contrary. Against my own better judgment I am compiling a playlist, because even though I no longer am drowning in a sea of overchurched delusion, the music was my lifeline back then & deserves another listen as part of the soundtrack of my life. If nothing else it serves as a reminder of what was, before I had a choice. And it’s a humorous distraction from our Congressional WWE & The White House reality show, where we watch as the president deteriorates in real time, while his sycophantic lackeys screech like howler monkeys trying to outdo each other.
Speaking of howler monkeys…
“There’s a time to be paid. And there’s a time to howl,” is a brilliant line. So naturally my mental jukebox started playing “To Everything Turn Turn Turn” with your words as the impetus:
A time to be paid, a time to howl
And then ruined it with the next line:
A time to get laid & afterwards scowl.
I mean. WTH?! Of course I had to put a stop to that train of ludicrousness right away. Ridiculous! I’m starting to think my brain is the poster child for autoimmune disorders, & could possibly stand as a testament to the dangers of aspartame poisoning.
Stryper, don’t fail me now…
Perfect.
And I still have WNEP on my resume ;)
Especially terrific piece of writing/thinking/feeling, Don.
Family, friends and the arts pretty much sum up everything in my life that keeps me from offing myself. (Amber is family, btw.)
Oh...one more thing...I have this fantasy about giving "the powers that be" telephone pole enemas.
Be well, Dr. Sozé...
Can the telephone poles be saturated in truth serum & rolled in a fire ant hill first?
Ahhh...you understand!