I’m a race horse. Trying not to be.

I think it has something to do with this song. I was on the subway with Evelyn the weekend before last weekend when it was warm going to Prospect Park to walk around before the Wild Flag show at the Rock Shop. I was standing and she was sitting. I was one of the only people standing. I looked around and almost every single person was clicking on their phones or reading a newspaper or magazine and this girl next to Evelyn was reading a text book. All of their bodies disappeared and all that I saw two lines of pulsating brains, each one sucking in information.
You are not what you know.
I just kept saying that over and over in my head.
You are not what you know.
I have struggled with this much of my life. Putting others down for not knowing something I know. Being an asshole for no reason other than to feel superior to someone. It’s probably the cheapest, most vile way to live. I think everyone suffers from it a little, because it does feel good to hold onto some information that you find extremely valuable while someone you are speaking with does not know. It’s almost like a secret, except that the knowledge you possess is easily possessable. In music, it happens all the time. I find that people actually allow this to alter their judgement of a certain band simply because more people know about them and the band isn’t their little fucking secret anymore. Sure, its nice to think you have some tight emotional bond with something a lot of people are neglecting. It empowers you. But why would you allow that to get in the way of something that you once genuinely loved? I think the answer to this is that the thing only you know about is extravalued because only you know about it. Once others see the light, you feel less fucking special and so you move onto the next thing, like a predator.
It is time to put an end to this.
What ever happened to excitement?
You are not what you know.
I think this is a very small part of that mantra, but an important one that breaches more than just music. This is not meant to mean that you are only what you do not know, that is looking at it in the entirely wrong way. You are not what you know means, to me, that you can pack your brain with tons of information, facts, news, dates, band names, song titles and histories, but it don’t mean shit. When it all boils the fuck down, there’s only a very basic interaction taking place between people and it’s not based on the bullshit I listed a second ago. It’s based on human feeling. To go back to my holiest of holies, in music, its a song or a show that makes you feel something real, in your entire goddamn body, not just your brain. The brain is overvalued. It’s about that goddamn guitar solo not the name of the fucking song. It’s about being there, enjoying the show, not getting enjoyment out of telling people you were, yes, actually at that show. Hate and love on feelings not facts.
You are not what you know.

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