"Jesus Christ, girl ..."
There's been a lot of inspiration fluttering about my days recently. My new internet friends (#2018 - if you don't have internet friends, what are you doing even?) have been steering my attention to new works that I never explored before.
Someone recommended I read Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby. After reading a synopsis of the book, I went over to my local library and picked up a copy. It follows a couple through the deteriorating phases of their dysfunctional relationship, and at the center of all the trouble is the couple's obsession/anti-obsession with reclusive singer-songwriter Tucker Crowe. Duncan--the story's male lead--has an unhealthy obsession with Crowe and his music and this causes some friction between Duncan and Annie--the female lead.
I won't go into the plot too much, but as I read this book, I'm reminded of the obsession I've seen in music fans (myself included) with certain artists and bands, and how these fans worship everything about their idols. I've had and/or currently have obsessions with many artists--Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Grateful Dead to name a few. And sometimes I would definitely find myself idolizing those artists, worshipping everything about them and prowling the internet for rare photos, interviews, or songs that I hadn't heard before. I would learn everything I could about them--what gear they used, who they married, who they divorced, what their inspiration was, how they liked their coffee in the morning...you know...regular fanboy stuff.
A few summers ago, my idolization of John Lennon was at its peak. I was recording cover versions of his songs, and I bought a pair of circular sunglasses. I also happened to pick up a thick biography on him. Reading through the biography, a lot of the 'myth' of John Lennon was shattered as I understood more about his unusual family relationships and how his childhood traumas led to him being--dare I say it--a huge ass later in life. I still 'love' the guy--as much as you can 'love' someone that has no actual relation to you, never knew you, and actually died before you were born. But I have a much more honest image of him in my mind, which I think is healthier.
Anyways, I know a lot of people that have idolized Father John Misty (Josh Tillman) but I have never really understood him or his music. Right now, I'm trying to explore his world a little bit. He's been around for a while as a solo act, but I had never really listened to his music much. His satirical lyrics never resonated much with me, until recently. I still wouldn't say I know too much about him, but I do love his voice and his LSD-fueled gyrations on stage. He's a hell of a showman, that's for sure.