1st Time in my American Life
Opinion…. opinion…. are they all the same or what?!?!
That has been my big question:
- is it that important to have opinions?
First of all, if we look at things from a high perspective, let’s say from space, the little things happening here or the thinking, the ideas, become very little… even non-important.
And that is from space… imagine further than that. Fighting for opinions becomes vain.
Why this versus that? Or the opposite? It’s about all the same…. and only one perspective, not the entire truth.
So… why?
Why standing for something that is even not the truth?
Oh, well… nothing is really bad, or good.
All have the same taste; all is gray, nothing black, or pure white.
Nothing is like cubism, or experimental. We know what we will have in the plate.
All dressed the same – salvation will come from the teenagers – everybody is nice – I dunno what happen when the door is shut though. They have to relieve somewhere… Friend with everybody, respect everyone, never use bad words, talk about… Oh My! I was about to talk about it!
Gosh!!!!
- yes… Gosh… using other name could hurt some people. Please, let’s be nice here…
We MUST be compassionate.
We MUST understand… and blah-blah-blah-yadee-yadee-yadee
We MUST be nice, and behave….
We MUST say what is common sense, what everybody say, dress the same way…
Everything is accepted, and nice, and fun… correct. All the same.
Here they do not know what is good… Food with taste, persons with personality, and the salt on lips you kiss, the bitterness, acid, smell of sweat on body -do they sweat? -… No, all is sweet.
Someone who can play with nuances, from a whisper to a roar, well, forget about it.
That could hurt. Good music, the ART. People who can be GREAT, and sometimes bad. BUT… you live an experience. They take your breath out, it’s outside of patterns, and you do not know what will happen.
Also what make people interesting is when they have their opinions.
Artists with opinions, positions, aesthetic like Cecil Touchon, James Brody, and other who live their art, not the ones who produce because it is their business, but the ones who make it because it is their nature, the stream running in their veins, the soul in their blood. They are not able to refrain it. It’s coming out alive and exploding!!!! And I want to be surprised, I want to live experience, I want to taste the bitterness not just the sweet, I want the acid, the smell… not always a sugary-light fragrance…
I read this article by great guitarist Ruben Diaz:
http://www.rdiaz.org/rd-art%208.html
And realized something misses a lot here:
- PASSION
- passion of the opinion, passion of point of view. Hombre with cojones, I mean, man with balls, like Ruben. The strength of passion.
FEELS GREAT TO TO HAVE ALIVE PEOPLE.
Ruben is alive; Ruben is a Latin guy that goes beyond the nice little chit-chat with stuff coming out of the newspapers, common blogs and T.V.
So, I will probably never go to space… would need too much gas and time for it.
This weekend, on my way to the Round Top Guitar Festival I was thinking about all that. And, then… it happened again:
- Bad performances of so called “artists” with no personality, no nuances and poor, very poor technical skills.
And guess what? People enjoyed it. I mean people thought they liked it. Because they are so used to gray, they even do not know what a great interpretation anymore is, they are not used to something else, they live in a gray world where everybody is so nice… of course.
Honestly… I could not stand the mediocrity. I have been use to great musicians, great interprets, people taking risks on stage, people with personality.
Thus, I left the concert hall after the second tune…. went to the second concert and the mediocrity was there again, but with a plus:
- the common-little-entertaining-nicely-funny-introductions to each music.
Yeah, you always have that, it is a sickness. People think they have to be “funny” when they talk to an audience. Did you notice that? At a speech, even a wedding… they think they have to be kinda’ funny. By the way, they would have to tickle me to make me laugh or even smile.
They usually are so boring, so… without any surprise. Everything has to be kinda’ perfect, white aligned teeth, perfect hair cut, Docker pants…. EW!
Grey music of course (except they played some Ginastera… but they took a polite one).
At dinner people told me:
- It was nice, wasn’t it?
And for the first time in my American life, I looked at them and said:
- no, they played like shit. It was boring, and if they played music, they are not musicians.
Felt so good to be bad. So good to be alive again! So good to express opinion.
Thank you Ruben, you are refreshing!
And gray people, go to hell. It does not exist anyway… so… go nowhere. Opinions are great, and if you do not agree, good for you, we will have something to talk about now. Not just your last T.V show…
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