You’re constantly fighting... something. Some kind of resistance, whether it be:
- Your own thoughts of the music
- Your expectations of what other people are going to think
- Your expectations of what will be successful
- Your aspirations of what you hope you can accomplish
And you wish it was as easy as fighting other musicians, because then success at art would be gladiatorial, like winning in an arena. The last man standing is the one that makes the best art. But when you’re dealing with something that’s subjective by its very nature (how many debates have existed about what is art and what isn’t? Um, gazillions. How many times has it happened with each of our parents alone? Nevermind that great 90’s controversy over whether a “deejay” was a “musician”, today, we worry about the bastardization of art through Guitar Hero, instrumentalist versus gamer.)
But it’s a war waged against every doubt and social anxiety. How do you do your absolute best? What’s the measure of your best?
You know the people who don’t bother to edit or refine anything they do. These first-drafters walk into situations thinking that their initial spark of creativity is enough carry them through. They think they showed up with a diamond but it’s really like half of a geode that they kind of broke open.
And sometimes it is enough, sometimes the difference between someone who sucks and someone’s who’s good is just a matter of the person who sucks putting ten percent less effort into preparation than the person who’s good. But what’s the difference between the person who’s good and the person who’s great? And how do you move from great to the best?
So I was listening to the BBC today and they interviewed a band called The Vaccines. They seemed like nice enough guys and they were talking about their first American tour that they just got home from and that they got to hang out with Debbie Harry and A-List Hollywood stars. Now “stars” I could probably do without, but Debbie Harry? I fucking love her. I’d wet my pants if I saw her at one of my shows, because I adore Blondie, I’ve got a fucking Heart of Glass myself. So, I’m insanely jealous already, but I’m not negative. I mean, their accents make them sound smart and most of the time that’s enough to win me over.
And then they go on to talk about their sold out shows and I was expecting to be blown away by this band. I mean, I thought they were going to be awesome. I’m prepped for greatness and I get this song called “Break-Up Sex” from their new album. Okay, okay. I think it’s got a funny name, it sounds like it’s going to be a little obvious and then as it starts, the sound quality is poor, but I bet there’s something really clever in there that we’ll get to as soon as the chorus hits.
There’s not, it’s repulsive pop-rock with way too much reverb that doesn’t even flirt with smart, nevermind clever. It’s not that catchy and it would have sounded better if I recorded it in my bathroom. It’s a first draft. It’s like they released the demo. And you know what, they’re on the BBC and just got to tour America. So they’ve got some huge measure of success already, no matter if I like them or not.
So, my opinion doesn’t mean shit because a lot of other people think they’re great. You can’t worry about what other people think. I know that sounds weird because it’s something we’ve heard all of our lives but never actually believe that we can do. I mean, who can not care about what other people think of them? How do we judge ourselves but absolutely through the eyes of the way we think other people see us (and sometimes we judge ourselves better than we are just because we don’t think others can see everything.) So, when you’re creating, you’re only really fighting yourself and your expectations. Because you can’t predict what somebody’s gonna like. How did anybody know that Justin Bieber would be so wildly successful? He’s not as cute as David Cassidy and doesn’t even have the personality of Donny from New Kids (which one was your favorite? I like Jordan) but for some reason he fucking fascinates people. Okay.
So everything is just a reminder for me to do my best all the time and not worry about anything else. Don’t be anything besides the best friend, human, lover, or artist that you can be. Art is war against yourself, against your doubt, against your pain. Art is meaning and making something beautiful out of ingredients that might have been ugly. And it’s putting your best self forward. And it’s something different to everybody. So, as I was listening to The Vaccines I was thinking about it. My dumbass opinion is only of any import to me.
Everything is subjective and the only thing that’s objective is that you either did the best you could or you didn’t. And I would be cheating myself if I did anything less. I would never go to war with only half my ass. So this is your go-ahead to scold me if I don’t ever look like I’m giving it all onstage or with new songs!