There are three of us at the table.
Me, Mickey, and Aaliyah.
But first, I decided to order 2 fish tacos on corn tortillas, sliced with avocados. And then I brought it up.
“Would you like another glass of orange juice?” the waiter interrupts.
And now my first glass is gone.
“But my thing is this,” I said. “Why ruin good music?”
“Oh Bell, the savagery,” Aaliyah says. “Music is subjective.”
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? As it was hard to imagine that life could be easily picked apart.
“It’s like…to be honest, I think about it like this,” Mickey says. “If we cancel every artist for every defiinite thing, then what happens to us?”
Us? I was lost. Instead I asked, “where do we draw the line?”
Though it stuck with me. Mickey had a point. I suppose if we did, how could we then feel much of the world?
“Who knows…” Aaliyah said. “Right, left, I guess it just depends…”
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. But that’s only because I could care less to pry into their lives like that unless I relate.
“Yo, I’m telling you, all people are flawed,” Mickey said. “Just like that celebrity shit people eat up.”
I smiled. And then I laughed.
“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
