Before my tattoo... as I was researching local tattoo artists... the thing that kept coming back about Mel D.s tattoo work was how clean it was.
Clean. Beautiful. Straight lines.... The most frequently used word to describe his art was "clean". And from an art perspective you cant get much better than that. Precision Line... and Color... making shape... and form.... and depth.
Honestly it's the way life should be. Life should be like art..... a painting made of strangers and acquaintances, and friends and loved ones... (Or lovers...).. All of them.... clean lines... making up a conglomeration of shape, and form... Towards the end of making up the overall picture of life.
The world should be a picture of something beautiful.
But the world doesn't function like that. In fact, sadly if the world were a canvas of human relationships, I think what we would find is a vaguely familiar shape mixed among a violent splatter of paint.... applied forcefully with say... something like a shotgun.
I used to hang out with Recovery people a few years ago... And what I found is that recovery people tend to understand the chaos of life because they've been on both ends of the shotgun blast.
The saying goes that "hurt people... hurt people". And rather than building relationships... hurt people make deals.... (and in desperation.... Threats!). And in the end.. All of it adds up to chaos.
I've also found that recovery people have no problem being real and believing that all of us have something of the devil inside us.... because they've experienced him first hand.... Being offended they've offended strangers.... acquaintances. Slighted friends.... Used and neglected families... Jilted lovers...
All of it.... always like a shotgun blast spraying chaos all over the canvas of the world.
Its the reason, I think, that in recovery it's all about "staying clean". Because only clean people can really build (or rebuild) relationships. And only clean lines can make up the picture as a whole.
Showing posts with label Devil. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Getting Marilyn
The religious world has always had a hard time accommodating what some call "secular" art.
The division between the two runs deep through the years and carries itself into all genres of the art world, but none so much as with popular music. The truth is that the churchies had a problem with Rock-N-Roll from the beginning.... They called it devil music. But before Rock-N-Roll.... the devils music was the Blues.
The problem with the Churchie world-view on art is it's tendency toward oversimplification. It's a shallow view because it can only be seen at face value. Good and Evil.... Black and white.
(not talking about shades of relativity.... That's different)....
But for artists.... it's more complicated than that. Artists tend to use the raw things of life to reach for bigger things. Their could be a face-value.... chip on the shoulder... of motivation.....
say someone like Marilyn Manson..... abused and mistreated by churchies as a young man.... might take on a devil persona in his art just to piss-off the churchies of his world....
But the music could be saying something else entirely...... Something on a deeper level.... Maybe even something that's true.
I was thinking about that while I was laying on the table trying to get my tattoo done and my Tattoo artist... Mel D.... was playing some hard core scream metal music... But as the music was playing and we were talking.. I was thinking about Robert Johnson.
There's a mythology of sorts (Faustian) in the old blues world that says that Robert Johnson (real blues man)... Once took his guitar down to a crossroads at midnight and there.... sold his soul to the devil for the ability to play the guitar like no other man...
No one knows for sure exactly where the legend started but it was always confirmed by his living peers that on a trip to Arkansas once.... when he left... he was little more than a novice... And after he returned.... he was playing guitar like he was the king of the blues.
Now as interesting as the story is... I suspect (higher criticism.... no evidence...) that the legend perhaps might have been built around the mystery of his life....
(2 recording sessions ever.... 28 songs.... 2 survivable photos..... allegedly killed.... poisoned... at the age of 27)...
Or perhaps, it could have been built around the themes of his songs as well....
Hell Hound Blues
Preachin Blues (Up jumped the devil).
Me and the Devil Blues
Crossroad Blues. etc...
But the themes of his blues music... aren't anthems to his new found satanic faith... Rather... they're sad, real and raw..... sometimes startling images of what it's really like when someone lives on the dark side... Some of his songs are dark expressions of the blues..... a suggested spiritual source... And a (terribly ugly) physical manifestation.
ex. Lyric:
Me and the devil... was walkin side by side...
And I'm gonna beat my woman.. til I get satisfied.
They're part of the wandering blues character that he created (artists often create characters.... ie..Alice Cooper.... David Bowie.... etc..)... that had once been free of the sordid things of life. Now explaining why evil comes as it does.....
ex. lyrics....
Early this mornin... When you knocked upon my door... I said hello Satan... I believe it's time to go...
It sounds a lot to me like the words of a famous saint who once said.... the good that I want...... I don't do............. but I practice the very evil I don't want........ who will rescue me from this body of death???
(Or 1980's... INXS.... ........every single one of us.... the devil inside"... Ha!!)
In fact..... if you think about it... if it weren't for the very physical nature of us... (people).... the very spiritual nature of him (the devil).... would never make an appearance in this world at all....
(Could that be true???)
My train of thought came back with the piercing sound of a needle digging into soft, sensitive, supple, fatty flesh.....
My Arm!!!
I think they're missing the point.
Mel D. my tattoo artist was talking. Marilyn Manson is not the devil... people. Get over it.
He's a character. He's the outrageous thing that people fear.
(mainly ourselves)...
The controversy's all because people need someone else to point the finger at.... so they don't have to point it at themselves
He's not the devil anymore than you or I am the devil..
(could that be true???)
That's ultimately the point of Marylin Manson... all be it from a jaded- angry- "all the churchies suck"..... kind of perspective... But I suspect that that was something of the point of Robert Johnson as well. That sometimes it's us.... me and you.
Sometimes we're the devil....
That couldn't really be true.... could it????
The division between the two runs deep through the years and carries itself into all genres of the art world, but none so much as with popular music. The truth is that the churchies had a problem with Rock-N-Roll from the beginning.... They called it devil music. But before Rock-N-Roll.... the devils music was the Blues.
The problem with the Churchie world-view on art is it's tendency toward oversimplification. It's a shallow view because it can only be seen at face value. Good and Evil.... Black and white.
(not talking about shades of relativity.... That's different)....
But for artists.... it's more complicated than that. Artists tend to use the raw things of life to reach for bigger things. Their could be a face-value.... chip on the shoulder... of motivation.....
say someone like Marilyn Manson..... abused and mistreated by churchies as a young man.... might take on a devil persona in his art just to piss-off the churchies of his world....
But the music could be saying something else entirely...... Something on a deeper level.... Maybe even something that's true.
I was thinking about that while I was laying on the table trying to get my tattoo done and my Tattoo artist... Mel D.... was playing some hard core scream metal music... But as the music was playing and we were talking.. I was thinking about Robert Johnson.
There's a mythology of sorts (Faustian) in the old blues world that says that Robert Johnson (real blues man)... Once took his guitar down to a crossroads at midnight and there.... sold his soul to the devil for the ability to play the guitar like no other man...
No one knows for sure exactly where the legend started but it was always confirmed by his living peers that on a trip to Arkansas once.... when he left... he was little more than a novice... And after he returned.... he was playing guitar like he was the king of the blues.
Now as interesting as the story is... I suspect (higher criticism.... no evidence...) that the legend perhaps might have been built around the mystery of his life....
(2 recording sessions ever.... 28 songs.... 2 survivable photos..... allegedly killed.... poisoned... at the age of 27)...
Or perhaps, it could have been built around the themes of his songs as well....
Hell Hound Blues
Preachin Blues (Up jumped the devil).
Me and the Devil Blues
Crossroad Blues. etc...
But the themes of his blues music... aren't anthems to his new found satanic faith... Rather... they're sad, real and raw..... sometimes startling images of what it's really like when someone lives on the dark side... Some of his songs are dark expressions of the blues..... a suggested spiritual source... And a (terribly ugly) physical manifestation.
ex. Lyric:
Me and the devil... was walkin side by side...
And I'm gonna beat my woman.. til I get satisfied.
They're part of the wandering blues character that he created (artists often create characters.... ie..Alice Cooper.... David Bowie.... etc..)... that had once been free of the sordid things of life. Now explaining why evil comes as it does.....
ex. lyrics....
Early this mornin... When you knocked upon my door... I said hello Satan... I believe it's time to go...
It sounds a lot to me like the words of a famous saint who once said.... the good that I want...... I don't do............. but I practice the very evil I don't want........ who will rescue me from this body of death???
(Or 1980's... INXS.... ........every single one of us.... the devil inside"... Ha!!)
In fact..... if you think about it... if it weren't for the very physical nature of us... (people).... the very spiritual nature of him (the devil).... would never make an appearance in this world at all....
(Could that be true???)
My train of thought came back with the piercing sound of a needle digging into soft, sensitive, supple, fatty flesh.....
My Arm!!!
I think they're missing the point.
Mel D. my tattoo artist was talking. Marilyn Manson is not the devil... people. Get over it.
He's a character. He's the outrageous thing that people fear.
(mainly ourselves)...
The controversy's all because people need someone else to point the finger at.... so they don't have to point it at themselves
He's not the devil anymore than you or I am the devil..
(could that be true???)
That's ultimately the point of Marylin Manson... all be it from a jaded- angry- "all the churchies suck"..... kind of perspective... But I suspect that that was something of the point of Robert Johnson as well. That sometimes it's us.... me and you.
Sometimes we're the devil....
That couldn't really be true.... could it????
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