A revelation about that Adele chick’s music came to me recently. It couldn’t have if I wasn’t in the frame of mind I am now. See, without providing any specific examples to support the argument, Collins’ music to my mind taps in and relates to people’s emotions. Adele’s, on the other hand, manipulates and exploits them. Again, I’m not going to provide evidence. It’s just the way it is, or at least the way I see and hear it. And I’m seeing (and hearing/tasting/smelling/feeling) things pretty bloody clearly these days, finally. It seems to me that an artist of any persuasion should be very careful to relate to instead of exploit people and their emotions. I can’t blame Adele for doing so. She does have a wonderful voice. And she’s also at once the product of a relentlessly capitalistic culture and commercial music machine. Collins, too, is a part of and a product of that culture and machine. Yet he I’m sure chose long ago to stick to the path of creative purity and it paid off for him through not creatively bankrupting himself or emotionally cheating his fans or his connection with them. I, and we all whether we’re creative (in the ironically strict sense of the word) or not are capable of that choice, too. My choice is to be true to myself, to the people around me, and to the things that I do, creative or otherwise. And now it’s a deliberate, instead of just instinctive, decision.
I did end up reading a Wikipedia article about Collins. (Still not sure if he has a book or books.) And, incredibly, it contains information which fits almost eerily perfectly with my comparison of him and Adele. Apparently, in 2014 “Collins announced in an interview with Inside South Florida that he was writing new compositions with the English musician Adele. Collins said he had no idea who Adele was when he learned she wanted to collaborate with him. He said ‘I wasn’t actually too aware [of her]. I live in a cave.’ Collins agreed to join her in the studio after hearing her voice. He said, ‘[She] achieved an incredible (indeed) amount. I really love her voice (doesn’t everyone). I love some of the stuff she’s done, too (funny how derivation expertly masquerading as originality can, at first, avoid appearing to even the most savvy sensibilities).’ However, in September 2014, Collins revealed that the collaboration had ended and he said it had been ‘a bit of a non-starter.’” (http://bit.ly/1FMxC7h). I was surprised to find this, but I was not surprised by what I read. The link to my situation is obvious: not only had I come to finally realise the truth about myself, I had also come to realise (perceivable, based on my limited sensory experiences) truths about the world around me to the point in which I had inadvertently made a coincidentally-timed observation about one musical artist and his dawning distaste for another. To wit: my interpretation of the above Wikipedia excerpt is that eventually Collins discovered he had creative conflicts with and differences from Adele. Of course, those who are fans of the latter, but not the former, might infer differently.
The future is bright. I’m now capable of more consciously effectively operating in reality. I understand the world better than I ever have, even if I still have many, many problems with it. And I understand my place in that world better; indeed all but completely accurately. Though that’s not to say I think I have some special place in the world beyond that which I might make, with others’ help. Why is the future bright? Firstly because it always has been, or had the potential to be. And secondly because I’m now better able to realise why it is, or certainly can be if I play my proverbial cards right. I’m free. Not free in the sense that I can do whatever I want. Not free in the sense that I’m capable of anything. Free in the sense that I’m capable of what I want to do, as long as I’m conscious of those things – some of which might also be things I want to do, albeit with lesser priority – I must sacrifice in order to do what I want to do. I certainly want to write, as evidenced by the fact that I am right now and have many times previously. I certainly want to love, as evidenced by the fact that I am truly in love with the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met (again, besides my mother). And I want to live. And I will live not haunted. Not scared. Missing nothing. I am, alive.