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On Beyonce's Backflip

 

Really not wanting to write, imagination dormant. Writing to stave off boredom. Really want to listen to the yellow Bait Ep today will try to remember. Mikey did great work on that one. I miss him every day. He was always available for a chat, except when he was in his cave. Patient and kind. I would like to discuss Beyonce’s recent self-censorship incident and the impression management that is so central to the ‘art’ of our Billionaire industry ‘artists’. Gee, talk about dangerously banal. In the old days, governments banned things. Now artists ban themselves. Anything for a dollar. Clearly if you recorded it, produced it and went through the kind of Industry hoops to release it through a major label, made the millions dollar videos etc, then you meant to say it. I’m not going to tell you what you meant by it. No one can do that. Surely all art is mysterious and what is revealed is more often what the audience sees/hears. Inevitably the artist doesn’t even know why they felt called to use a word, but they did, those poets of yore called it listening to the muses. Hell, people read books and books into all white or all black canvases. So, what is art these days? And how is self-censoring anything other than listening to market researchers for the marketing of your brand? The funny thing is that these ‘artists’ call themselves activists. How can you be an activist if you don’t believe in what you stand for and are just politicking? Shostakovich composed his pieces critical of the Soviet State with Stalin watching him, his bag packed for 15 years with a change of clothes, toothbrush and a Winter Coat expecting at any moment of the day or night to be arrested by the KGB and sent to Siberia, or death. Our ‘artists’ cave in in the thought that they might only earn 100 million and not 500 million for the year as they show off their new jewellery in Monte Carlo this Summer.

‘Artists’? Don’t make me laugh.

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