July 5, 2012

New Bomb Turks - Born Toulouse-Lautrec

I had a friend, he said he was an artist—knew more than the average schmuck. He said he must have been given a real gift. Well, I said that was just dumb luck. All work is honorable, yeah, art is just a job that lets me spend my paycheck on a beer. No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods. I’m a worker, you’re a worker, wouldn’t you like to be a worker too? My work, he said, is so complex—not so much that he couldn’t sell it at an auction. He shuts his mouth and dotes away. I guess he serves a servile function. What do you think is the difference between the tortured artist or the union Joe? From the market I live in and the world I’ve seen, whatever we reap we’re lucky if we sow.

Whenever I go to a show and see bands act like entitled rock stars, I think of this song. I wish I could tattoo “Art is just a job” on the foreheads of certain frontmen in this town.

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