SID
Look – I wish I could tell you it’s a beautiful world but it’s not. You want me to believe in all things bright and beautiful? I can’t. Like I said I don’t believe in any of it. Sunsets, just some shit you can’t touch over there: flowers, get in the way of the pavement; the birds in the sky, winged wankers that crap on my shoulder. Rainbows, I’m colour blind. My life’s in black and white: all shades grey. Don’t ask me to tell you how pretty the world is. I don’t see the majesty of humanity: I just see the bastards who grind you down. I see a world with no redeeming features. No happiness. No joy. Don’t ask for a pep talk. You’ve got the wrong coach. I bat for the other team. Nah, I can’t do all that for-every-drop-of-rain-that-falls-a-flower-grows shit. All I can tell you is this: it matters, music; in the void, into the emotionless pit of people’s lives. Most people only marry to fuck. They only have kids when they get bored fucking. Generations have nothing to say to one another. Love is just a Hollywood lie. They’re all numb out there, numb or dead. But music can change the colour of the wallpaper in a room. It can raise you from your torpor, even for a moment it can make you give a shit. It’s got to matter. Even if everything else in your life is a vast ocean of turd believe in what you’re doing. Live and do it more. Music got to you. Live and get to other people. Fight. Fight the good fight. Tear it down – whatever ‘it’ is. Fight the jocks and the cheerleaders and the vacuous and the dull; show them there’s more than the drab, grey limits to their tedious imaginations: please.