If Kyary dropped another “Easta” tomorrow, the first thing that would come to my mind would be to write yet another piece on how everything she does is not worth a second of my time, acting like i never talked about it. This despise (or hate, as someone would call it, without considering the actual meaning and weight of the word) comes from delusion. It’s the disappointment of seeing what once used to be one of my favorite artists now trapped in a hole, and pretty much just begging for money. It hurts to see something you love turning into something bad, and anger is our self-defense against this.
It’s good to write spontaneously, but that shouldn’t justify a lack of meaning behind a piece, and I’ve made this mistake a few times in the past. Not that I fully regret it: what you read here on my blog is what I think, and it comes from my passion for music. But I sure could have put it in a more meaningful, and useful, way.
Because a mere rant is useless. A waste of time, both for the writer and the reader.
Still, when coupled with arguments and self-control over emotions, a rant can blossom into a meaningful piece. If there’s one thing I learned during these years, is that every article needs a driving force, a meaning that comes and go constantly throughout a flow of words, and ultimately strikes the reader when it reaches the end. A mere rant, on the other hand, leaves nothing in the mind of the reader, except for a feeling of frustration: it’s a piece that comes from passion, but it’s conveyed through uncontrolled anger. The execution is what needs to be changed, and consequentially, the output will be different as well: instead of a rant you get a piece.
This is more a reminder to myself than anything, but I thought I would share it with you. Recognizing a mistake and taking notes is the only way I can get better at this.
Things are going well, and I have a few, very exciting news coming in the next weeks. Stay tuned!