'I want to take you behind the cotton candy clouds and reveal
the highs and lows and nuts of bolts of this extraordinary ride. I
promise you, after seeing this film you will truly know me'.
Katy Perry is referring to the film Katy Perry: Part of Me. Gosh
that sounds exciting. Except perhaps what Katy Perry needs to
appreciate that this is the antithesis of what some of us want from
Katy Perry and if her latest offering from the soundtrack is
anything to go by, I would encourage her to get right back behind
the cotton candy clouds and return to making near-perfect pop music
because her latest offering, is complete drivel.
However, it does make some interesting points, which are worth
addressing if you're me and you're bored the Tuesday before
pay-day.
Essentially, Katy wants us to know that she has had a bad time
of it, perhaps been slightly naïve, but rest assured she's back in
the game. She was, apparently 'falling hard with an open heart'.
How, she wonders, did she 'read the stars so wrong'? Which I'm
inclined to think was her first mistake. Even
supposedly-professional astrologists deal in a very imprecise
science, so without wishing to rubbish other people's belief
systems, as an untrained amateur, this should have perhaps been
your analytical Plan B.
But suddenly the song picks up. She professes that she wishes
she knew then what she knows now. Ms Perry, your cap-doffs to
Kierkegaard will be wasted on many, but not me. Truly, 'life must
be lived forwards but only understood backwards' and your desire to
crow-bar existentialist philosophy into the mainstream is both
admirable and the most redeeming feature of the song.
Her conclusion is that she's 'letting go of illusion', a noble
sentiment that suggests she is ready to stare the stark truth of
the world in face. Very brave Pezzer, but take advice from the
great philosopher Nietzsche, who rightly said that 'when you stare
into an abyss, an abyss stares back at you' and despite being
perspectively restrictive, the cotton candy clouds that initiated
this discussion were perhaps part and parcel of what made you a
firework.
I'm not suggesting that you can't be introspective but not with
this tedious crap. Perhaps go back to kissing girls? You were more
fun then.
