Subservient to no one

Allow me to tell you what Working Class Hero is about. There seems to be a decided vagueness shrouding this song and even Lennon himself was not entirely certain of the song's meaning. I am of the opinion that creatives are not always the most qualified people to explain their own work, so the numerous bland utterances to pass Lennon's own lips are of little interest to me; and, having listened to his rather naïve and uninsightful descriptions of both politics and art, it is surely safe to disregard much of what he has said about this song. Fans' comments too, posted online, provide not much more than a stating of the obvious, pointing out how the lyrics are about a working class person and their experiences growing up. The best critique I have read can be found here , and this is hardly detailed, but it does point out the irony present in some of the lyrics. It is the noted sarcasm and Lennon's harboured bitterness which need to be examined in order to discover th...

I have probably written about this before, sure. I use this blog to indulge in those backstreet notions that lead to no place remarkable, or notions that simply peter out into loose gravel across sandy avenues where bare feet tear on broken glass. Is it not the case that true revolutionary art, or truly meaningful art, can only be hand made? Anything grander must be only upheld by money and I can think of few occasions where wealth supports the revolutionary. It is those moments of self-motivated creation that an artist truly creates, and truly dissents. Give me a million pounds and I will make you a fine art piece involving skills and precious commodities, the piece realised through the acquiring of materials and the hiring of talents. When art is created from one's own motivations, one's own funding, it cannot be so grand. It can only be smaller, less accomplished. Home made art becomes a question of fast or slow: fast and roughly made; or slow and carefully mad...