“George Michael believed he subconsciously created his arrest. Yes, there comes a time when some of us can no longer hide.”
Last weekend I saw the Sydney Symphony Orchestra perform in the Concert Hall of Sydney Opera House. Any remnant these musicians and this venue were classical or establishment were blown right out the doors of our sailing icon.
It was a tribute to the late George Michael, on the thirtieth anniversary of his first solo album, Faith. I confess knowing little about the man and not a lot of his music. This show filled me in.
"I don't want my word choices determined by an algorithm or FOMO."
Now we're slaves to keywords.
Experts tell me if someone will type it into a search engine, it's a word I need to be using. Or else. But I'm a writer. I'm kinda creative. I might like to alert you to the nature of my services with unusual words, like dangerous. But you and nobody else will type that word to search for a writing mentor.
What happens to language and creativity when the search vacuum only picks up detritus? When we get excited just because there are keywords nobody is using yet. Woohoo.