The Inevitable and The Invincible / Cupcake, I’m in Love
March 6th, 2008 Posted in Life As A Nico, Musicianship| We were discussing how a coworker’s lunch here at work was entirely comprised of a cupcake, and were joking about how “Oh, I think that’s a song!” and then for some reason, came up with the idea that the Cure wrote a song about cupcakes. So, during a cigarette break, I had “Friday, I’m In Love” running through my head but had wondered how it would sound if I replaced every day of the week with “cupcake.” The results are quite silly: I don’t care if cupcake’s blue cupcake’s grey and cupcake too cupcake, I don’t care about you It’s cupcake, I’m in love cupcake you can fall apart cupcake, wait I don’t care if cupcake’s black cupcake, you can hold your head cupcake, wait Dressed up to the eyes |
Well, if you’re single, this post from Chelsea (Who’s a Chelsea fan? I am. Like, religiously.) can seriously flush your dopamine levels, make you hang your head, and then sigh deeply.
In less words less dressed up: It can make you lonely.
As effective as she is as a blogger, and as much as that sense of longing is kind of painful to experience in the same way that starving is to eating, I find this sensation to be a great instigator to creativity. This may mean that I’m not so frustrated with it as much as others who let it eat away at their respective cores. Maybe I like my core getting eaten.
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Okay let me paraphrase that: I like this feeling because I believe pain makes great art. I mean, GREAT art. I think that experiencing and knowing this feeling enough to be able to communicate it is particularly useful for artists. There’s a kind of invincibility that comes with being able to express these kinds of thoughts in creative mediums. Further, it’s an art that will never get old because people will inevitably feel this but may not ever admit it so openly. In artistic endeavors, admitting it is half of the challenge. When you let your guard down and spill your aching onto melodies; when your written or spoken words are laced with a youthfully anxious unrest and you can wring sour desolation from them; when you crack open your heart and smear its entrails onto a canvas … you can really create something good.
I think that because I believe this firmly, it explains my inclination to push relationships away from me because I feel like I need to be lonely* in order to be myself.
Maybe I’m perversely a masochist, but I hope to know this feeling of loneliness for a long time to come.
After all, there’s art to be made.
*Wherever you are, I’m sorry, Kelly. You were better off with someone else, anyway.
4 Responses to “The Inevitable and The Invincible / Cupcake, I’m in Love”
absolutely. all the truly great artists were truly tortured humans.
There is, however, a certain degree of beauty in that long-awaited breath of healing.
Love Chelsea. Wish half as many people read mah shit.
Mar 6, 2008I almost clicked on the link, then I read ahead and saw that you said it was a loneliness blog. Oh, man… can’t take that at the moment because of my situation. I’ll check out her blog at a later time when I’m not so lonely in my real life ;-)
Mar 7, 2008Hmmmm…. Chelsea eh?
Yeah, she’s definitely a good read.
However, I might be boycotting a bit after her rip on those of us who happen to be 5′3″.
Mar 7, 2008Chelsea is good stuff. But pain doesn’t equal art. Love can equal art. I think it’s just emotions that equal art.
Mar 7, 2008