I was watching an interview with Pierce Brosnan this morning, and he was asked to give advice to young actors, and after he advised against sitting around waiting for the telephone to ring, Matt Lauer agreed saying ‘yeah, he’s treating it less like an actor, and more like a businessman’ and there was a general agreement that this was a virtue, to treat the art as if it were a business. And firstly, I want to say, if I wanted to be a businessman I would not have become an artist. I kind of thought that being an artist was a way of avoiding the stress and mania of business life, and that those of us in the arts were in some way cooperatively engaged in resisting this type of model. But sadly, we know that the business model of the arts, the professionalistic posturing has become the norm, and those of us who resist this are seen as resentful cranks, and that is probably true too.
Goddamnit! What’s my point?
My point is this: Pierce Brosnan looked nervous. Matt Lauer looked nervous. The other night when I was watching the awful grammy awards, Jennifer Lopez looked like she was about to faint from nerves, as did Beyonce, and just about every person up there on stage. There are two ways to explain this. One, those in the limelight have always been full of visible anxiety and because I projected my own wishes onto them I was unable to detect it, and now that I am somewhat more detached I am able to see it. Or two, everybody is getting freakin wigged out man, as the world becomes one big machine, and even the stars and the famous people, all of them are having to work like robots to maintain these images that don’t even satisfy them anymore, and all of us are freakin out and the actors, the stage performers, they have it the worst because they have to keep smiling, keep shining…
I think it’s number 2 man, i think people at the top are starting to understand that the arts have been co-opted, and we have put ourselves back where we were in the middle ages, minstrels riding around on portable stages, begging for scraps. This business model was a bad idea, thanks Whorehol, thanks to all you pop-idiots for selling us out. We should have kept our hearts in the game, kept the shamanistic vibe that has always been our saving grace. But no, now I have to watch Jennifer Lopez tremble as she tries to read the teleprompter, and I see a frightened little girl instead of a shining diva.