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…somewhat divided.
“I guess it just depends…” Aaliyah said.
Although I do have to say, I naturally find myself enjoying certain songs and having no idea who the artist is.
“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
