There are 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.
Though I felt in some way honestly out of respect to myself, I had to know.
Was it true? I mean 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 defiinite thing then what happens to us?” Mickey says.
Us? I was lost. Instead I asked, “where do we draw the line?”
Though Mickey had a point. I suppose if we did, I imagine the world would be disconnected.
“I guess it just depends…” Aaliyah said.
And she was right. Although I do have to say, I naturally find myself enjoying certain songs and having no idea who the artist is. And that’s only because I could care less about their lives unless I relate.
“I’m telling you, all people are flawed,” Mickey said. “Just like that celebrity shit people eat up!”
“I say we make a toast,” Aaliyah said.
“To what?” Mickey said.
“To never meeting our heroes.”
Until next time.
“Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.” —- Carl Jung
