:: Friday, December 10, 2004
THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH
no, this ain't got nothing to do with that um.. marilyn munroe movie.. with the.. fuck.. I dunno.. wuzn't it the movie where she stands over that air vent for no apparent reason but to make her dress blow up?.. yeah.. kinda retarded.. but that's how the oldies got off.. (I really didn't see the fascination with Marilyn Munroe... blond.. air headed, low blood pressure.. head spins with the retarded.. some crap about JFK.. perscription drug overdose? eh.. who fucken cares.. just gimme Angelina Jolie and bottle of tequila and that's all I'll need..)
and no, it's got nothing to do with wanting to decapitate yer wife with a samurai sword, chop her up into tiny meat morsels, pull the teeth and pulverise 'em with a hammer, burn the fingerprints, feed the meaty chunks to a hungry pig farm.. etc.. etc.. (hmm.. where did THAT idea come from?) coz you cant stand the sight of her after 7 years..
no.. it's about the creative slump.. the "jumping the shark".. that moment, where you think you've run out've all ya good ideas.. and, hey.. lets face it.. now yer fucked..
it's usually at this point, that a LOT of people just pack their shit up and leave.. you may notice.. a LOT of tv shows, hit their 7th year.. and then call it quits.. a lot of bands would call themselves lucky to drag thru to the 7th year.. the 7th year is the death knell.. it's either a clean death.. or that last season of the X-Files.. with that skinny big eared freak from the 2nd terminator movie filling in for Mulder.. coz he'd fucked off doing b-grade movie roles nobody watched.. (and did anyone else find it weird that cameo role he did in Zoolander?)
and yeah, I faced this before.. back when I wuz SPOZ, the illustrator / cartoonist guy.. (Wokka's still hoping for the 2nd coming of that creative insanity..) I'd reached my 7th year of doing it.. and just ran out've energy to give a fuck.. I'd stare at that piece of paper.. stare at the black pen in me hand.. and I wonder.. "why the fuck should I bother? I've done it all before..".. you have that moment.. where you wonder.. "is this as good as it gets?" and then you remember that dopey Jack Nicholson movie.. that scene where Helen Hunts boobs are showing coz she wuz in the rain (yeah, good 'ol male brain) and some shit about bars of soap.. but yeah.. 7 years.. thats a LOT..
and after years of unleashing a tonne a crazy illustrations each year, the best I could possibly come up with in the 7th year.. was 2 illustrations.. one a sublime / brilliant piece of artistry, months in the making.. filled with ludicrous levels of detail, in-jokes, social commentary, deep philosophical musings.. and the other one? eh.. it wuz me ripping off a cheap Photoshop filter effect.. and wrapping a whole illustration idea around it.. maaan, wot a load of bollocks..
right there, besides one abortive attempt to draw another picture a year later (it never saw light - and no, Wokka.. I didn't keep a copy of it..), I quit drawing for good.. maybe one day to return.. if only the vibe wuz good for a "comeback"..
and here I am.. again.. history repeating itself.. with the music.. it's been 7 years of this.. I got an album almost written out've all this.. there's a lot of finality here.. and once again, the best I could manage ALL YEAR.. wuz 2 LOUSY songs! - one, brilliantly made.. months in the making.. dark sarcastic social commentary, a new direction, ludicrous levels of detail.. the other.. a song that damn near killed me.. so much so, it made me wanna script a comic strip for 3 months..
but maybe this time.. I could push past the 7th year.. I feel there's more insanity in here than wot I've barely scratched upon.. coz hey, there's always U2 - they've been around fer yonks.. and wot about the Simpsons? yeah... they kinda suck NOW.. but it took them 14 years to suck.. they were still rocking after the 7th..
so.. perhaps.. once I get over this dreaded seven year itch.. the uncertainty, the reality bullshit, the millions of other factors clawing at my headspace with the taunting, the belief you've learnt all an old dog can learn and there's nowhere to go.. scratching yer arse.. thinking.. "why bother? they can just like.. listen to the OTHER shit man.. I got plenty.." maybe.. just maybe.. this is just the beginning.. yeah, maybe after 7 years pissing in the wilderness.. maybe NOW I will make the shit that'll really matter.. I'll be pissing on freeways.. yeeeAS! maybe now finally, I'll really kick some arse.. yeah.. I can see it now.. WATCH OUT MUTHAFUKKA's.. I'm not dead yet!
yeah.. I'd like that..
now where's Angelina Jolie and my Tequila dammit?
:: Spoz 1:48 AM |