There were three of us at the table.
Me, Mickey, and Aaliyah.
But first, I decided to order 2 fish tacos with cilantro and avocados. And then I brought it up.
“Would you like another glass of orange juice?”
And now my first glass is gone.
“But my thing is this,” I said. “Why ruin good music?”
“But music is subjective,” Aaliyah says.
Meanwhile, the waiter is back.
“Salt please,” Mickey says.
“Of course,” the waiter says.
“That’s fair,” I said.
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
“Naw, I’m good,” Mickey says and takes a sip of his drink.
Except, in some way out of respect to myself, I had to know.
I mean, was it true? Can art itself still be appreciated without being overly shadowed by the artist as a person?
“Just think about it…if we cancel every artist for every definite thing then what happens to us?” Mickey says.
Us? I was lost. Instead I asked, “where do we draw the line?”
Except Mickey had a point. I suppose if we did, I imagine the world would be somewhat divided.
“I guess it just depends…” Aaliyah says.
Although I do have to say, I honestly find myself enjoying certain songs and having no idea who the artist is.
“I’m telling you, all people are flawed,” Mickey says. “Just like that celebrity shit people eat up.”
“I say we make a toast,” Aaliyah says.
“To what?” Mickey says.
“To never meeting our heroes.”
Until next time.
“Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.” —- Carl Jung
