Why I don’t need a BMW to proof that I am worth it
In the beginning there was doubt but the heaven and earth separated and esteem rose
from the valley of the minds floor like mountain scrapers reaching proud into the light.
And worth competed for attention with stigma for a fan base to establish value for an exercise in frivolity.
And they made room in the Inn for the artist and the wise men brought ornate gifts because they understood that pleasure has to be shared to be appreciated as a treasure.
And color spread around the planet taking on shapes of orchids and lilies enticing ever-new varieties.
Different became the norm, eccentric the mark of creators.
Nakedness lost its charge and dress codes blossomed like fields of daisies.
The fig leaf became a symbol of status and hair was used like a coat of armor.
Snakeskin was hyped as accessory and teeth showed status to the visitors.
Mud prints decorated cave walls and altars and fireplaces gave it a feeling of permanency and belonging.
Carved bones served as utensils or adornment for ears and necks.
Shift happened continents moved, weather patterns trans-morphed and new societies bore witness to human evolution.
Weekends were invented and Sunday clothing became a necessity.
Priests and healers elevated their status with feathers and pearls.
Icons incorporated superpowers revealed only to the initiated.
Intoxication replaced ordinary perception and rhythms and dance elevated states of mind into fantasmorgasmic ecstasy.
Beauty standards became social standards as veneration mutated into temple worship.
Raw became refined and thought expanded beyond the practical.
Makeup was pasted over flaws and masks replaced reality. Sub-consciousness rose above instinct, consciousness looked for new venues slash outlets for expression.
The birth of Art was a process that leaned heavily on nature’s model to supercede its original meaning and to become a tool of expression.
A language in pictures was born out of vowels and guttural communication. Interpretation was invented to reformulate impressions into digestible bits understood by the mass of human populous.
The source of all was redefined as a living ever changing creation and captured in mathematics, perspective, architecture and abstraction.
Evolution replaced pre-destiny, victim hood was eliminated by the self-empowerment of the Enlightenment movement.
A computer replaced God and digitized chips expanded the human endeavor beyond the five senses.
Death lost its grip on the physical realm and the soul became reanimated into a “cyber space after life” with variables stored on a Micca hard drives.
Fall and winter were replaced by blue periods and yellow octaves in bio-atmospheric environments, temperature and mind controlled for every ones benefit.
The future was postponed until the next upgrade was available. Vista changed to Quasar and speed became obsolete in an instant of recognition.
All organisms were labeled “bio enhanced” and consummation happened on an exclusive mental frequency level.
Hierarchies existed but were appreciated as everyone labored to the benefit of the DIY hive.
Envy and laziness got erased like invalid or outmoded programs and sexual preference
deemed counter productive to an integrated society with love at its core system.
War became a virtual game without need for winners and losers.
Sex could be indulged in but was not based on pro-creation or co-dependency but orchestrated by bio intelligence and super delegates.
Sleep was induced by REM states and wake time coordinated to subliminal rites.
Nobody had to leave or go somewhere because everybody had already arrived at his or her purpose driven life.
Nobody needed a BMW to proof his or her worth because life was worth it giving.
The interview
What is the interview but a secular confession booth. It’s not about the biography who cares where you where born or what your fathers profession was.
The question is can there be any dirt found, a crack in the façade revealed, an emotion exposed or a secret unlocked, a phrase elicited or a hidden pain reopened.
Revelation is the name of the game and nakedness the goal.
We start with a lie to capture the truth. We ask in a non-threatening way to throw out the net of entrapment over self-indulgence.
We let them ramble to catch them in their tracks. We layout complements as baits and hope they get hooked on the sweet poison.
Everybody wants to know if Damien is really a bad boy or just a clown with an attitude; has Gus van Sant spine or is he all crumbled inside; is Cate Blanchet an ice queen or does she melt having sex; can Cruise be bribed or is this against his religion. Was Andy Warhol a genius or just a pent up drag queen; had Keith Haring real talent or was he a child that never grew up. No matter the star old or new, dead or a live we love to hear some dirt on them.
The first question is the key to some ones “Bank of Trust”.
If the interview is with a legend it’s most important to start with a compliment on one of their more recent projects don’t go back to far that makes them feel old.
A fresh face needs a different tactic maybe a reverence on their looks to build their confidence to give a sign that one isn’t out to skin them.
A man likes to talk about his awards if he got some, a woman about her family life if she has kids.
An artist gets going about his social impact of his work, a play write is all words and meaning and an actor likes to be ask what he’s wearing while a model likes to talk rock roll.
Always ask about what they love first the negative will worm itself out in the process.
Mix it up with questions about fashion and spirituality keep them guessing what you will ask next maybe dip into meta physics or what they think about preserving the environment.
Go for the kill when they least expect it and confront them with gossip about them and confess your empathy with them about the plight of stardom, the bad press or crazy groupies.
Play the shadow game to appear as the confidant, the only friend during their 15 minutes of fame.
Don’t be impatient with the platitude and self-reverential anecdotes. Nod a lot and say that you agree don’t fall into the trap by offering your own life as example. They don’t care about your story at all.
Stay ahead your story in your thought process while pretending to be attentive.
Than switch gears to politics and the latest war from the right or left to their childhood and all of a sudden you got them where you want them.
The Barbara Walters moment is I only going to be two more well aimed questions away.
Start with probing for the autobiographical aspects in their work and ask if they feel a cathartic release during their creative process. All of a sudden the yarn unravels and the truth unzips their metal package.
The abusive mother or father competes with overbearing exes or loss of any kind will jump onto the minds screen like the devil in disguise of a shrink and tears are the reward for your patience and tactics.
Now you can offer condolence about the experience of loss in their past and the loss of dignity on their rise to fame. Out of nowhere they seem to realize that they paid a huge price and self-pity will pave the way for more confessions.
Make clear that from now on everything they say will be confidential but keep on making notes.
The box is open and all the deceitful goodies will fall into your lab to sell your story to the highest bidder and still makes for compelling reading.
Finally we can identify and burry our envy we harbor when we see their faces on super market tabloids and finally we can see ourselves wearing their designer shoes even if the size doesn’t fit.
All of a sudden Angelina seems vulnerable, Britney more desperate even with all her millions, Jen’s body less hot, Eva’s face less glowing and Jeff Koons less successful.
Underneath the fame is human pain proving that we are all the same below the money belt.
We are all “Wanna-bes”; we want to be adored and protected all at once.
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