Adore Adore
I don't like a lot of male singers because I feel so many of them, well -- so many men in general really, are shut off emotionally or don't know how to access their intrinsic goodies. I call it my "control panel." I was really blessed, being both gay and an actor perhaps, to have full access to my control panel at all times. I know what I'm feeling when I'm feeling it, I know how to dive in and find out what it means and what makes me tick and I don't have any problems facing down the good, the bad and the ugly of what makes me who I am. I also know how to manipulate that control panel and be who I need to be at certain times and places. A lot of people don't have that ability. And men, straight men especially, as artists, even their love songs, they'll often sing it but not allow themselves to feel it. Female singer/songwriters are much more focused on what's happening internally and telling a story. I can relate to that so much more. But there are a few dudes out there who have the keys to their heart enough to lay it out in the palm of their hand for us when they record. There is a new artist named Yoav whose first album hit shelves this week and for anyone who is a fan of the artists I often feature as my "Theme Songs of the Week" here and on my MySpace page, you're going to want to eat this boy up with a spoon. He really knows how to tell a story and make you think.
There is this song called "Adore Adore" and it has me waxing philosophical these days about what life would be like without idol worship and adoration; if we just castrated it from our internal vocabulary all together. It seems to me that this need we all have to look at someone as being "more" than we are is one of our greatest downfalls. Whether it's how we view celebrities or even just people we're attracted to, the idea of looking at someone and thinking they are "more" or "greater" puts them, in your head, on a different plane than the one you're standing on. And that's pretty sickening when you think about it, huh? And it's pretty dark how much all of us do it. It's like giving yourself up when you think about it, giving up a piece of your soul everytime you create this hierarchy of humanity in your head of who is better than you and who is lesser.
Imagine the one person -- it's probably someone you've never met sadly -- who you've always thought was the coolest person in the world. That one artist or celebrity or porn star or whatever that you've completely adored. Imagine all that you feel about them and for them.
And now imagine if you felt all of that for yourself.
"I've got so many names, let Lucifer Long Tails suffice.
So many faces, so many devices
In the sweet smile of the talk show host
To the suicide celebrity ghost... that's me.
The ace in the hole of America's hole,
I'm Adore Adore. Bow down before.
A star is born. You start to fall down on your knees and adore me."
Song of the Week: "Adore Adore" - Yoav, Chamed and Strange
See his MySpace page at: http://myspace.com/yoavmusic
posted by Jason Sechrest at 6:13 PM
3 Comments:
Ding Dang DAMN!
I can definitely get on board with this track. Me digs it... meeee digs it.
As always thanks for the quattro-uno-uno
Riki
A very thoughtful piece of writing. I, too, have been thinking a lot lately about the public's attitudes toward celebrity; however, I think the initial need to idolize the public figures we admire is, quite often, quickly and ruthlessly eclipsed by our natural resentment toward their fame and achievements in relation to our own. We seem to go, very rapidly, from "loving" these people and turning them into our own personal pantheon (for better or worse, depending on the celebs in question) to gloating over their failures, frailties and fuck-ups. We WANT to see them bite the dust hard. We WANT to see them humbled and driven into rehab. And what we seem to want most is their deaths...because then, we can go back to thinking of them as saintly and unblemished figures, eternal in their popularity, beautiful broken clocks whose hands are forever frozen at that perfect moment in time.
And if we purged all of this from our collective consciousness? What then, you (and I) wonder? An excellent question. I've always been a huge fan of the philosophy you espouse: We should live as though we are our OWN best-loved celebrities. We should be rabid fans of Ourselves.
That's why I stalk myself so often. (That, and laziness.)
On a personal note: My man, I miss you dreadfully, and hope all is well with you. (You were, after all, one of the first major celebrities in MY world, all those years and miles ago...!)
L,
J.
Riki Tiki Tembo - No say rembo. Cherry berry retchy. Pep berry bimbo. ...Don't ask me how I know that or where that came from. Somewhere in the corners of my mind from my childhood! xo L, J.
Hi Mice - Good to hear from you. Yeah, I agree. It's a sick side of our culture, wanting to put something on a pedestal only to tear it down. xo L, J.
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