It’s all been a blur of mourning. Let’s face it, this is grief reaction a lot of people are experiencing.
Mostly, art. Playing way, way more music than usual.
Funnily enough, listening to the post election eulogy on Jon Stewart’s podcast, he was talking with the American historian Heather Cox Richardson, putting it all in perspective. As she says, none of this will flip back to democracy in her lifetime, in the meantime, what will happen, as history demonstrates, is art. Shitty times in history produce art.
That pissed me off. Not at her, because she is right, but because it doesn’t feel like a good enough answer. Still, I’ve been thinking about it.
My thought was this. How did Rock n Roll even start? Origins are deep in on the backs of slaves. More than just Rock. What will post democracy death art look like? Idk, but as humans, it will exist, it’s what we do, we just can’t help ourselves. (I’m not making equivalents here, they are two different shitty historical events, both of which have and will generate art, that is all.)
Small solace. But I have not been unproductive in the last week re my own artistic pursuits. This energy has to siphon off somewhere. Something to consider for your own lives.
