an.artiste.

over the past few weeks i’ve extended myself in lengthy discourse with several peers about my anti-the establishment views regarding what’s authentic/laudable in music. anyone close to me is aware that my list of worthy musicians, artists, & entertainers is found in brevity.

nothings ever personal, the media just can’t sell the educated well-packaged hype when there’s characteristics i extol regarding genius. one must possess an artistic it factor, a mastered (non-contrived) image & the control of, and seminal talent. the world should be done with all image no-substance, fly by noon pop stars. i won’t reveal the hit-list so to deter the feds from knocking, but they should fall 6ft in an empty 3ft pool, head first, for some of the coonery they package as art. i.e. that increasingly doomed e=mc2 by mariah carried-away.

so with feist’s performance looming in the immediate distance, i began digging through my catalog and have been relishing in broken social scene, sacred cow, love/hate, the love below (which was as artistic to this generation as purple rain & thriller were to the 80s) & the sweet escape.

stefani’s last triumph served as runner-up to back to black as the best effort of 2006. “4 in the morning” & “early winter” echo volumes of empathy toward my life, and she supplied air in visual stimulation bringing those songs life. the videos were masterfully theatre. there was progressive artistic direction, style, & drama which married well with the below surface lyrics. i admit that the early singles skimmed the kiddie pool arena for appeal (sales) but the depth of the remainder delighted me. very few artists create & retain a niche & despite stefani’s intrepid treads into an urban groove, its her assault in the pop realm where she shines and amazes me most. beyond reason, this hp spot is a summation of my daily internal struggle & relegates misty watered eyes & the reason for this post.

creating magic,
venus.as.a.boy