I was on YouTube tonight after taking a nap, and decided that I would try to find an interview by one of my favorite artists, Marilyn Manson (a.k.a. Brian Warner), to see if he had any thoughts on or explanation of some of his music (preferably newer albums) and his art in general.
I found one. Oh, and I screamed with excitement and scared my dog out of his rabbit-chasing dream. It was a four part interview I believe. It discusses the music on his album "High End of Low." Ask and ye shall receive! In his interview, he said something that I personally believe is true about the unoriginality of anything "ground breaking." See the end of this bit of my demented thoughts and random word vomit for the quote.
He also discussed the first song on this album, "Devour." I must admit that this made me squeal (again) like a little girl because this is one of my favorite songs on the album (I love them all, but this is at the top of my list).
He discussed how there was some uncertainty about having this song be the first on the album due to its "raw" content, which I didn't quite understand how that would affect it's placement. Not to sound like a complete dweeb but this IS Marilyn Manson we're talking about. In his interview he admitted to the fact that while he doesn't necessarily advocate some of his symbolism, he does get blamed for the effects.
Anywho, when discussing "Devour," he mentions that it is not a metaphorical song. After hearing his explanation of "Devour," I realized that the meaning the song had for me was along the same lines of its real meaning. I thought that this song was completely metaphorical, as I'm sure many others did.
I was wrong and I will readily admit it.
The meaning I took away from the song is that my views on love are completely valid. (*Note: My views on love do not match the story behind "Devour," so please don't misunderstand me.*) And here is what my mind comes up with when someone talks about love. Please try to keep up.
Many people think of love as a Romeo-and-Juliet, Twilight, Taylor Swift, sugar-coated candy. I think of love as a triple shot of even parts Everclear, Bacardi 151 and Jack Daniel's with a splash of Jager for a little sweetness. This is not to say that I don't believe in love, or that I am not or never have been in love. I am very much in love right now, and have been many times (not necessarily with romantic partners, but with many friends and ideals). Love is painful. There's no other way to put it. How do you feel when the object of your love leaves for a short time, leaves you for good, dies, becomes emotionally distant, et cetera? You hurt; you feel as though someone has kicked you in the chest and made a balloon animal out of your stomach. How do you feel when the object of your love is near you? You feel high. You feel a fullness, as though an alien is about to burst through your chest. You sleep as though your body has gone through serious trauma and shuts down from overload. You feel the endorphins caused by things such as getting a tattoo or piercing or other painful experiences.
Many people are in love with love, the Taylor Swift love.
Then there's those of us who are in love with love because we are pure masochists. Humans need love because it masks the feelings of loneliness and pain that we feel from being alone. We need it like it's cocaine. We are addicted to the rush of endorphins.
My reasons for thinking that love is such a painful, yet enthralling experience? Heartbreak.
Did you know that it has been proven that you can die from heartbreak? Interesting that love can make someone feel so alive yet it can (literally and figuratively) also kill?
This is not to say I am a mocker of Twilight, Taylor Swift, Romeo and Juliet or religious views on love. I actually find them to be cute and also necessary to most people. It can be hard to wrap one's head around the ideal that love is masochistic and dangerous. That's fine with me. To each his own.
I think I've done enough damage (or whatever you want to call this) for one night. I will now leave you with the quote by an amazing person that made me feel not quite so guilty about making his artwork (music) my own (paintings).
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