In order to be loved, we have to love, which means we have to understand.
Pop music is not just a clumsy mass fanaticism, connected to a deceitful enchantment totally lacking in moral rigour.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.
Music is careful attention paid to ongoing experience.
All change begins with someone having a thought.
I know, or I dream, that pop music can search out limits, mock restrictions and divisions, exorcise cultural nightmares, contribute to revitaiisation of people's thinking, disturb and inspire if only through its unstable mobility, its readiness to pursue apparently irrelevant links and private associations.
The corporations have all their marketing tools, but it's so much better to go in and find out what's going on and what people are thinking.
My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.
I am a true believer that a record should not be a bunch of songs that sound exactly the same.
A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.
Right now I have more confidence in myself. I grew up.