amy hills and jon berger, i've been yelling at my poor family whose unlucky co-sanguination is surely no fault of theirs in this life, except maybe in momma's instance, though arguably the fruition of some damnably cursed past existence. i have been doing so expressly for the purpose of demonstrating to chinese babies that respect for family is un-american. in that when you've lived in america long enough you will find that respect for family goes hand in hand with murdering conspiratorial craziness. i don't know why.
i was not employing a therapeutic paradigm. art as therapy is a sorry-ass paradigm. it leads people to the wrong-headed conclusion that writing love songs will fix their love life. point to me an historical instance of this working out. besides maybe paul mccartney, and that the exception proving the rule in my eyes. romance is an obssession that ends in michael jackson carving off his face. twain's analysis of the role of walter scott's romances in the development of the southern ideology that resulted in the civil war is absolutely the beginning in my mind of the argument of why cultural theory might actually matter.
i think art works better when you hold it your head as voodoo. when you conceptualize it magic. of course i realize that 'spiritual' people do this all the time. it's different for me because i am faithless. ( i'm not suggesting this voodoo/art thing originates with me. i'm just riffing sun-ra out of fluxus out of dada. the thing is: i'm sort of surprised how ill-worked the concept is in precisely the venues that most need it.)
amy hills and jon berger, grifting for the yuppie dollar was always unattractive, the flyers, the shows, the head shots, the press releases...it's the world of yucksville. it's nasty and now that yuppie dollar is significantly downsized. it's time we morph to new markets. katya ann is the market. amy, you should bone up on your childe ballads. jon, you should buy a yo-yo.
MORE TOMORROW (or the next day...)
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