Dear Schizoid,
There are some thoughts that I
would like to share with you in my attempt to explain why I have decided to
break up with you.
When I first met you, I felt an
unexplainable attraction for you. I liked your weird hair and clothes, your deranged
sense of humor and your skills at creating freakish structures with musical
pieces that seemed incompatible. But, what was a first impression of a mature
multi layered personality is now a disappointing image of a worn out and
confused individual and for that I blame myself. I misjudged you and I really
believed that there was a future between us. Oh, I could not describe my change
of heart easily, but I will try.
These riffs that caught my
attention, in songs like ‘suicide penguin’, ‘avalanche riders’, ‘misanthrope
puppet’ fell flat when there was nothing to hold them tight and make the songs
stand out. Your vocal lines, the ones that resembled the same style that Queen
expressed so diligently, really have a spark in them and when they are embodied
into actual songs, they do tend to make everything flow. Take ‘amphibian seer’ for
example. I really like this song and I think it’s the best in the whole album,
mostly because it feels like, you know, a song.
There were times, mostly between your silly imitations of children’s playing aloud and rappers…ehm…rapping, where you were talking about the need for art to be groundbreaking, pushing the envelope and moving into uncharted territory, like so many did before us. You mentioned other crazies, I remember. Like Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart and Mr. Bungle. I wanted to be honest with you when it became clear to me that you lacked something crucial when it comes to art, but I sat there patiently, waiting, or should I say hoping, for a glimpse of it. Your heart, that is.
You are all mind and no heart and
I can’t stand this. I just can’t. Everything sounds very thoughtful and worked out
with precision, even if you wanted it to sound spontaneous, and as a result,
the whole album lacks anything that would animate it into a living and
breathing being. Someone that I could have fun with and spend time discovering
the never ending faces of one’s personality.
Now I write this, feeling sure
about it. In your attempt to be avant-garde you resulted into a faceless mold
of conjoined ideas and inspirations. Was it your aspirations and your need to
differentiate from everything? Is your need to draw attention so uncontrollable
as to sacrifice the one thing that no one can ever deny you? Or was it something
much simpler? I am sure you had fun creating this. But I didn’t have any fun listening to this.
I will end this sad and difficult
note by giving you what I understand to be helpful. Put your shit together. Cut
down on your superfluity and let your heart express itself. Then we can talk
again.
Love,
Lloyd.
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