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6/12/2008 - To Erato With Love: Freak

Posted in Dark Muse

Introduction to the "Erato With Love" Journal:

1. The muse moves in mysterious ways. She leaves her texts where she will. This is me reading the text in an egocentric fashion. Mayhap it will be so universal that others will always get it...but probably not.

2. Texts, all texts, have wisdom hidden within (or if it's negative wisdom, this too points toward postivie wisdom just as -1 invites the possibility of +1).

3. There will be no schedule. As I am "touched" I chatter to myself. Simple. I might go a month in between entries--who cares!?

Rules for those who listen in:

You're eavesdropping on a conversation, stay if you want, leave if you get weirded out easily. The door's right behind you, no one is asking you to be here. The rules are simple, comment only if you have been struck by a video and have some insight to share. This isn't the place for debate, so if you are offended, go masterbate somewhere else.
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Erato 1: Silverchair/"Freak"

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There's a lot to love about Silverchair. I think the only people who "get them" are the open minded fans of Nirvana (there are closed minded fans, believe me). As a creative project, Silverchair reminds me of myself. I see the band as a group of artists who were fans of Nirvana, so much so, that the performance style, the insistance on occasioanl non-sense metaphor (to show that language itself is a circus with meaning only autorized by a lion tamer--thus nonsense is rebellion), the notion that the male ego is weak and nothing compared to what feminist propagand says it is, the look...is done in tribute. And creating in tribute is what we all do when we try to create masterful works by following a pattern. There's nothing wrong with it. As a dreamer (no, I didn't say writer, that's a term for an earlier generation and the meaning sickens me) I dream within the boundaries of others. But like Silverchair, I rage to be different. And as long as that rage builds, as long as I aim to kill the father that blinds me, the path to originality will be open. Like Prince Hamlet, we must kill the false father to satisfy the orignal father's hunger.

Lyrics to die for from the video:
1. "Try to be different, well get a different disease"
    Ahhhh, theme, theme, theme. I hear thee Silverchair, I know thy struggle. Getting that "different disease" is what it all boils down to.

2. "Body and soul I'm a freak, I'm a freak"
      I've always felt that way about myself, my sexuality, my everything. Sing on brother! You're not afraid to reveal the truth.

3. "If only I could be as cool as you...As cool as you"
     Once the false father is eradicated, we are stuck with the original father. The keys to the door of final originality are hidden on his body. Tactic: "If you see the Buddha on the road, kill him." (Old school Ch'an insight...those bastards knew what they were      talking about).

4. "I don't really know How to put on a "cool" show, as boring as they come Just tell me where to go"
     I love you Silverchair! Self-effacement is the path toward eradication of the ego, yeah, I got it! Or do I? Seriously, this is a great lyric that leads to the genesis of the song itself. Faced with criticism from close-mined Nirvana fans ("You guys suck! You're not original! You're clones!"), the band openly admits their connection and their dependence on the original father. I admire this self-effacement. Only those who have been truly burned by the Promethean fire will understand the path. The path is choked with briars, wild beasts, and priests of the father. But the wise artist uses this....everything is Muse, every insult, every bruise, every compliment. And if there ever was a philsophy of the Alternative movement, it has to be that self-effacement is anger, and anger
becomes art once released via the Muses Nine.