let’s rock’n’roll?!

Do you want some rock’n’roll in your life? Some spice in a little bit mundane-repetitive-boring covid-19-year? Do you want to experience all the ups and downs of being in the band without actually sacrificing your real, maybe comfortable life? Well, then, there is one way to do it – read the brilliant book Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid – or wait for the screen adaptation of it this year. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

I have been hearing about this book for a year now, seeing all the book bloggers promoting it on social media. I read the description and knew I wanted to read it, but I kept postponing it till this month. I started reading it last week and finished the whole book in a few days. It was that good! I could definitely say that I haven’t read anything like that before.

Not trying to spoil it for anyone, but the format of this book is truly something unique for a fiction story. Reid creates a fictional rock band and tells their story in a non-fiction format. How cool, right? It is fiction, but written in a non-fictional way. The epic journey of the rock band is told by … drumroll …. musicians themselves! The whole book is one big-ass – sorry for my French – interview of everyone involved in the creation and management of the band’s success. There is no narrator. There is no standard start of the chapter: setting, mood, situation. We follow the unraveling of the story by simply listening to everyone’s perception of it. All the voices are heard equally, and the plot becomes so multifold because of that. Sometimes you don’t know who to believe in the story – and that’s exactly the point. In life, don’t we all have our own versions of the same event? Don’t we all have subjective experience of exactly the same thing? Isn’t our memory beautifully flawed? The book plays with our minds and our preferences. It is us who get to choose which side to take in a conflict and what character to sympathize with. We have the agency. Or at least that’s what the author skilfully wants us to believe.

In this book, you get everything: intense drama, reality TV show, the glamour of famous and rich, the harsh reality of being in a rock band, the hardworking process of songwriting and recording. It is all there. You will read this book in two days, but you will experience the lifetime of emotions.

Music is not my forte. Reading and writing are my passions, and I can say I am more or less knowledgeable in both. Music, though, is something I am pretty uneducated in. And this book opened the door to me to the world of good, really good music. It demystified the process of creating great music. Making music is really less about drugs and spontaneous inspiration, but much more about disciplined, laborious, patient, devoted, and damn hard work behind closed doors, with zero entertainment. Every art is only partly momentous: for the rest, and most, part it is intentional. And songwriting is very similar to book writing: you can be inspired by one moment, but it takes hours, days, and sometimes years to make it a reality.

Daisy Jones & The Six is pure rock’n’roll. If you want to be part of it – read the book. Hear the music.

Game of Life

What are you living for? Do you have “THE purpose” in life? You know, the one that defines you and your existence on this planet?! Everyone is shouting how you are supposed to figure it out, have THE goal of your life, and confidently go towards it, step by step, brick by brick. Sometimes life seems like not about the actual living, but trying to follow the perfect model, formula, “rules” of living. And you do it day after day, and you are supposed to be “happy” and “fulfilled,” but all it does is leaving you feeling fake, an imposter. You are not living your life. You are playing the game called Life. It is all pretending.

Living a life: what does it actually feel like? Enjoying life without the “must-have” purpose or passion or far-reaching goal? What is life all about? What is the purpose of life if you do not have a purpose?

I have recently watched new Disney movie Clouds, and it affected me profoundly, struck pretty hard. It is a movie about a kid with cancer, terminal stage. He is questioning his purpose of little time he has left on this planet. The story touched me to the deepest mostly because of how it makes us question what we are all doing here. We can be so caught up with things to do, things to accomplish by certain age, things to prove to ourselves and others that we forget about the very question: so what? if you were given a terminal diagnosis, what would you do? what would you focus on? would you still care about money? appearance? status? promotion? Is that what life is all about? Just think about it. What would you actually do if you were given a few months to live?

Fuck, sometimes I ask myself: do you really need to know you are dying to realize it is time to start LIVING?! Why cannot we be born with this realization that life is painfully short, and that you have a definite amount of time, so stop wasting your time, energy, emotions, thoughts on bullshit. Things that will never matter had you less than a year to live.

Even though I am an atheist, when I come across a story, a book, or movie about someone who dies young, but leaves an invaluable legacy behind, I always feel this person was “sent” to our planet for a short period of time to teach us something greater than us. Angels, do you exist?

Apart from these “messengers,” I also believe in ART. I believe it can unite people. It can make us relate to each other. It makes us pause our game of life. Art breaks the rules of any set game.

That’s why I am so obsessed with books, and poetry, and movies, and music, and any artistic expression. It surpasses our ego, our mind, brain, any man-made entity. It is something we cannot touch or explain, but it is the biggest achievement of humanity.

Art is life. No rules, no games. Pure, raw, and painfully beautiful.