Look, I’m a snob. I know. I’ve tried to fight it, but what’s the use? Luckily, because the universe has a sense of humor, I am also a gigantic spaz and clutz so it all works out.
Anyhoo, I’m sitting on a crowded train yesterday and can’t help but eavesdrop on an awkward conversation between two coworkers, guys probably in their late 20’s, early 30’s. In short, similar in age to me. One of them is sort of a quiet mysterious type who looks like he could have been a military recruit at some point, the other is gregarious and just about exactly like every upper middle class white college boy down to the J Crew button down, North face vest, khakis and Jack spade bag. (See my snobbery appear).
So Gregarious guy says, “You into Matchbox 20?”
And Mysterious guy looks at him like, “You can’t possibly be talking to me, even though it is clear you are talking to me.” But instead he says, “…uhhhhhhh….not really man.”
I’m stifling giggles.
Gregarious guy says, “Well they just came out with a new album today, it’s pretty good.”
Mysterious guy doesn’t say anything.
Gregarious guy continues, “Yeah, I’m into music. I like Jason Mraz, Dave Matthews. Pretty eclectic actually. I like those bands from 97-99.”
Eclectic…I think. I do not think it means what you think it means…
Mysterious guy says, “Ehhhhhh I like bands from a little earlier in the 90’s. ”
“As well you should,” I think.
Gregarious guy says, “The only band I really got into from then was Pearl Jam.”
“Shit,” I think. “Don’t bring me into this. Don’t make me talk right now.”
You know because it’s always about me.
Mysterious guy says, “I don’t know man. I’m getting more into electronic stuff. Less guitar.”
Gregarious guy says, “Like…..house music?”
Mysterious guy says, “…No.”
Gregarious guy, “You know what really bugs me about so and so and that issue at work…” And they quickly morph the convo into something about work that they both feel strongly about.
Gregarious Guy: I really love the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Mysterious Guy: They were my first concert, man!
“Saw them at Riverbend in 2001,” I’m thinking. “STP opened for them. What a great night.” Visions of my Anthony Keidis poster flash into my head.
And for this moment, the three of us (even though they didn’t know I was listening) had a moment of shared Chili Peppers. My snobbery faded because 1. How can you possibly be a snob when you are professing love for the Red Hot Chili Peppers? 2. Sometimes all you need is music to connect.
Art, in any form, from the highest of high in conceptual painting to the lowest of the low fart joke, has the ability to connect us with these little invisible threads of art we love. Words we love. Songs that touched us. Movie cracks that make us laugh.
“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
― Herman Melville
“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I am consistently awed at art’s ability to connect us, and I am humbled and priveleged that I get to be an artist and work with other artists.
But most importantly, I had that little moment of enlightenment partially because of this guy:
But he agrees with me:
“What’s the difference between me and that guy with the grey suit on down there? NOTHING! What’s a difference between a mouse and Jupiter? …NOTHING!!!” – Flea
Maybe I’m not the snob I thought I was.