If you want to make the most feared song fill up your track with silence.
The people who listen to your music, who come to your concerts, are damaged. And when they occupy their minds with your music, they are running away from their own demons, postponing their pain.
As long as something else is going on, you don’t have to put the focus on yourself.
As long as you spend your time at parties, be surrounded by action, and be the action, you don’t need to face yourself.
So if you want to perform the most feared song, expose these humans to silence. Because that’s the most intimidating, most challenging, and most feared place you can lead them into.
In that place, it’s only you. And you are your worst enemy.
That’s where all the problems lie. That’s what you truly hate.
Of course, one might argue – Is it a song if there’s nothing but silence?
What makes a song a song?
To be a song, does it need to have instruments?
What is an instrument?
There are ‘instrumental songs’ that are without a human voice.
And songs that are sung without accompaniment.
So, the human voice is also an instrument.
Is it our only one?
If the human voice is an instrument, everything else in us can become an instrument, too.
You can clap your hands, you can drum with your feet, you can make a lot of funny noises, you know how.
How about your mind?
Is that an instrument, too?
Of course, it is an instrument.
And when there’s silence, your own mind, your own inner world, go on stage,
and creates the song.
And where does your mind go, when nothing else is occupying you?
When you are alone and it’s quiet?
There you are again in the most horrible places.
Face to face with the most feared facts about yourself.
In that quiet place, your most feared song gets composed.
The song you never want to listen to.
Instead, you listen to the music composed by others.
Out of the pain of others.
Hatred, agony, rage.
And what else? You want to watch documentaries drooling on the juicy detailed descriptions of how someone mutilates, humiliates and rapes innocent bodies and minds. You read the news, the more disgusting and bizarre they are the better. You read books where the misery, sorrow and hopelessness of others are recorded.
You occupy your mind with all that.
– Because it’s so fucking SWEET!!!
It feels so good! It feels so relieving…. and so…easy.
You want to entertain yourself with the easy pain.
You want to listen to easy songs.
So that you would never need to listen to the one you truly are scared of.
The song of silence.
The gloomy piece of art of facing your own shit.
