Renouncement of talent, skill and occupation.
14/06/06 15:16
I detest musicians,
artisans, parrots, and their like,
imbeciles who learn and pose,
there are very few spirits who are capable of reinforcing the elements that trigger imagination, characteristics of brilliance,
everyone else who make music are worthless copycats, who learn it as a trade and follow fashion and attitude of the ones who genuinely were creative forces and expressed themselves with their instruments, may it be a full orchestra or a guitar.
Living in New York for a short while, clearly exhibits the sort of these miserable parasites who clutter the stages and form the current fabric of music. Music, that whore who has been raped without payment. The rest has become a poorly theater of the buffoon. First thing they forget, or never realise is to become a man who is capable of anything, anything outside of music.
I renounce all relations that I may have with these scumbags, and prepared to slap anyone who calls me a fucking musician, because I wrote the Map of the Universe in music. It's in a language that simply can carry the heavy weight of its enigma in a conspicuous manner, that can be fathomed upon lending ears, which are hauled regardless of their colour, creed, in the immediacy of the beautiful melodies which I am capable of creating.
I renounce the relationship of those legends with music, who happened to convey their spirits in the raw form of sound coming through whatever they chose suitable for manifesting their stronghold; from John Coltrane to Anouar Brahem, Léo Ferré to Syd Barrett, Stravinsky to Lennon, as I am absolutely certain that they were primarily strong sensitive human beings and were more forceful outside their music, so that the music effectively represent the same force. Everything is evident in the music, their imprint. It is easily comparable to the average, non-existent drill of common fuck-faced vermin who call themselves musicians. As far as I am concerned, they are merely bankers and butchers.
In hindsight, all of my efforts has been focused on the liberation of spirit from the sticky claws of mediocrity; the bourgeoisie, with their academy of music, film and literature… [plastic arts don't exist even to be mentioned.] The learners, working off their talent to make their hobbies their raison d'etre... well, you don't exist my dear brothers and sisters, it may take a second to disempower you for someone like
me to hold the mirror to your face and say, "here this is what you are saying"...
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imbeciles who learn and pose,
there are very few spirits who are capable of reinforcing the elements that trigger imagination, characteristics of brilliance,
everyone else who make music are worthless copycats, who learn it as a trade and follow fashion and attitude of the ones who genuinely were creative forces and expressed themselves with their instruments, may it be a full orchestra or a guitar.
Living in New York for a short while, clearly exhibits the sort of these miserable parasites who clutter the stages and form the current fabric of music. Music, that whore who has been raped without payment. The rest has become a poorly theater of the buffoon. First thing they forget, or never realise is to become a man who is capable of anything, anything outside of music.
I renounce all relations that I may have with these scumbags, and prepared to slap anyone who calls me a fucking musician, because I wrote the Map of the Universe in music. It's in a language that simply can carry the heavy weight of its enigma in a conspicuous manner, that can be fathomed upon lending ears, which are hauled regardless of their colour, creed, in the immediacy of the beautiful melodies which I am capable of creating.
I renounce the relationship of those legends with music, who happened to convey their spirits in the raw form of sound coming through whatever they chose suitable for manifesting their stronghold; from John Coltrane to Anouar Brahem, Léo Ferré to Syd Barrett, Stravinsky to Lennon, as I am absolutely certain that they were primarily strong sensitive human beings and were more forceful outside their music, so that the music effectively represent the same force. Everything is evident in the music, their imprint. It is easily comparable to the average, non-existent drill of common fuck-faced vermin who call themselves musicians. As far as I am concerned, they are merely bankers and butchers.
In hindsight, all of my efforts has been focused on the liberation of spirit from the sticky claws of mediocrity; the bourgeoisie, with their academy of music, film and literature… [plastic arts don't exist even to be mentioned.] The learners, working off their talent to make their hobbies their raison d'etre... well, you don't exist my dear brothers and sisters, it may take a second to disempower you for someone like
me to hold the mirror to your face and say, "here this is what you are saying"...
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