Wednesday 4 March 1998

I’m at Holman’s for breakfast, for the special steak—which I’m sure won’t compare to my special steak yesterday at the Sandy Hut. I declare war on the kind of easy listening music that is on the radio and is supposed to evoke some kind of emotion but is totally phony. The kind of song Whitney Houston used to do. This one was Vanessa Williams. Probably written by Baby Face. Not necessarily a young, good-looking singer, but most likely. I don’t know what I mean by “declare war”—it’s not like I’m going to do anything. It’s just that I’m violently opposed to it—but my reaction is not going to be violent, or even writing an editorial about it (though if I was a newspaper columnist I very well might). But it’s just a way of saying I have to take action the only way I feel I is positive—and write my own songs. Because the world doesn’t need any more songs—but if somebody doesn’t do something, that kind of mediocre crap will take over.

“Did you see the Titanic?” is the question of the day. Certainly more people are talking about Titanic the movie than were talking about the boat Titanic when it sunk. Insane numbers. “I don’t like movies,” says the waitress—but you know, if she ends up going to one movie all year long… “It’s going to make the most money of any movie ever made.” Everyone knows this. “It was the most expensive movie ever made.” It’s a pure triumph of capitalism and the USA—the big way of doing things. It’s kind of excellent in a way—in a purely artistic standpoint. From a social standpoint, it’s terrible—grotesque and ugly—but in keeping alive the big movie—which helps the small movie be small, and its own thing—it’s good—it’s funny. It’s comforting, even. (My expression for everything lately—comforting—I must need a lot of comfort.) Last year, “The Year of the Independent Movie”—that was disconcerting—disturbing. But this puts things back where they were. I suppose I’ll have to go to it—add $6.75 to their gross—to see if I can find something else good to say about it—or criticize it as artificial, digitized entertainment—we’ll see.